The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

Waves return to waves, fights return to fights, such a big event should be expressed to some extent.

Yuko Ikezawa, who has been in the big dye tank of the entertainment industry for many years, understands it very well.

"It's amazing. You can even notice those small details. You are indeed Mr. Police. Are you right, father?!" At present, the sharp horns on Mao Lilan's head have not yet evolved to the point where they can stab people to death, and her youthful cheeks It is full of admiration for the people at the bottom of the mountain.

The fact that the deceased committed suicide can be deduced from the high temperature of the air conditioner and the water stains on the ground.

"It's not bad, although it's still a long way from me, but as a policeman, it seems that his basic skills are not bad."

Mori Kogoro, who scratched his ear with his right hand, is very upset now, because his favorite female star, Yoko Okino, actually held the hand of the boy Atsuto Yamashita at this moment.

hateful!

That was the hand of his idol Yoko Okino!

【Hehe... this policeman is much better than you...】

Conan, who "hidden merit and fame", stood in front of Mao Lilan. After hearing Kogoro Mori's shameless boast in disguise, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably again.

If he guessed correctly, the policeman named Atsuto Yamashita should have also thought of the possibility that the deceased might commit suicide and disguise it as homicide.

Otherwise, he would never have appeared next to that chair at that time, and he was about to squat down to check the marks on the floor, but he just bumped into the ashtray he threw out to knock Mori Kogoro unconscious.

"Good job, brother Yamashita."

After accepting the thank you in turn from the main parties, Megu Shisan, who is the police department, came to Yamashita Atsuto, stretched out his hand with a gratified expression, and patted him on the shoulder.

How long, how long.

Ever since the rich second generation named Kudo Shinichi became famous, Mu Mushisan almost forgot how long he hadn't seen the scene where the police under him solved the murder in public.

Now, the newcomer Yamashita Toshito has done it, Mu Mu Shisan is very pleased.

This is a good seedling, and it must be cultivated well, so it cannot be allowed to grow crooked.

And Atsuto Yamashita, who has been looking at Conan from the corner of his eyes from time to time, absent-mindedly had a business exchange with Memu Shisan, thinking secretly how he should take revenge on this bastard who hit him with an ashtray.

Conan Edogawa, or Shinichi Kudo, what is he most afraid of now?

Suddenly, an idea gradually rose in the heart of Tokener Yamashita, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

Are you awesome?

You hit me on the head?

I'll make you sleepless nights in a row!

Glancing at Yoko Okino, who was still looking at the dead man's secret love diary, she bid farewell to Atsuto Yamashita, who was thirteen years old, wiped her face with both hands, and walked to the group of Maori with a smile: "Mr. Maori?"

Mori Kogoro, who was planning to comfort Yoko Okino, who was close to him, raised his head when he heard the sound, and it was the face of Atsuto Yamashita that caught his eyes.

The sharp-edged face lines like the Greek gods, and the exquisite facial features that can leave a deep impression even if you only see them once, are perfectly combined.

"It's Police Officer Yamashita, what's wrong?" Mori Kogoro was a little puzzled.

"It's like this, these children, my colleagues said that they can be sent back."

"Look, do you..."

Yamashita Atsuto pointed to Conan and Motota Mitsuhiko Ayumi behind Conan.

"Of course." Mori Kogoro slapped his forehead and readily agreed.

"Thank you."

Atsuto Yamashita smiled and knelt down, put his hands on Ayumi, and glanced at the children one by one: "Then, can you tell the police brother, what are your names and where do you live?"

"can!"

The little loli Ayumi who is not afraid of life has a sweet smile: "My name is Yoshida Ayumi, his name is Kojima Genta, and his name is Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko..."

"How did you get here?"

"This..." The little loli Ayumi pinched the corner of her skirt hesitantly.

"We just wanted to help Conan-kun integrate into campus life, and then we saw Okino Yoko's sister's car at Conan's house, so we followed." After thinking about it, Ayumi still explained everything, and listened to it Conan rolled his eyes.

"Conan-kun's home? Speaking of which, where is your home, Conan-kun? Would you like to take you back with me by the way?"

Pretending to cut to the point inadvertently, a bit of thought flashed just right in his eyes.

Yamashita believes that at such a close distance, with Conan's heaven-defying insight, he must be able to detect the strangeness that flashed in his eyes.

"Ah? No, no need, I'm temporarily staying at sister Xiaolan's house, ha ha, ha ha..."

Conan, who was excited in his heart, immediately used his skills - the macho scratched his head, and his signature awkward smile came out of his mouth one after another.

【shit! 】

【Have you been suspected? ! 】

【why? 】

[Did you get seen when you threw the ashtray?Or did he wake up halfway through reasoning? 】

Conan's little heart was thumping with fright.

"Look at my memory, I almost forgot."