The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

He was discussing with the Megure Police Department about Kasumigaoka Shiyu before.

"So, come with me to the safe house, Shiwa."

Atsuto Yamashita said sternly, even addressing her became extremely formal.

"An, safe house?" Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's heart beat suddenly faster.

This term, which she only saw and heard in film and television works and novels and comics before, actually appeared in her ears now.

"Yes."

"For your safety, I will ask for leave from the school for you."

Atsushi Yamashita's expression was serious and serious.

He didn't think he was making a fuss over a molehill, after all, no one could tell if the kidnapper's insane brain circuit would play a game of fish and fish at the end of the road.

Benedictines at the foot of the mountain don't know how to gamble, nor do they want to gamble.

Before this matter is over, he doesn't want Xiazhiqiu Shiyu to take risks.

"I see, just right, I also want to find some time to sort out the plot of the first volume of the new novel. However, are you sure that the safe house can be arranged in such a short time?"

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu was a little curious.

She doesn't know much about this, but a safe house sounds mysterious and high-level when you hear it, so it shouldn't be possible to give a place just casually, right?

"Don't think too much about that thing, you'll know later."

After rubbing the girl's head, Atsuto Yamashita opened the door of the ward again, just as Takagi's transcript was finished.

"Brother Yamashita, it's just right. You are in charge of taking Kasumigaoka to the safe house. I, Sato and Takagi will go to the place where Sayuri said the prisoner used to stay, and see if we can find any clues."

"The ward will also be staffed [-] hours a day, so don't worry."

Mu Mu Shisan straightened the hat on his head and instructed.

"I see, Police Department."

Toshito Yamashita nodded, watched the three of them leave, then turned around and looked at the pale woman on the hospital bed: "Then, cultivate your body well, and I will take you to the safe house after you recover in two days. "

"Turen...can you buy me a bottle of lemon tea before you leave?"

Sayuri Matsumoto on the hospital bed pursed her dry lips and asked.

Just like Atsushi Yamashita habitually holds a cigarette in his mouth when he is bothered or thinking, Sayuri also has the habit of drinking lemon tea when encountering such situations.

"No, no matter how old you are, you still drink lemon tea."

"And with your current physical condition, you can't drink drinks."

Atsuto Yamashita refused without hesitation, and Sayuri was dazed for a while with Matsumoto Kiyonaga's patriarchal tone.

[How old are you, and you still drink lemon tea. 】

"Excuse me, is Ms. Sayuri Matsumoto there?"

Suddenly, a sudden voice interrupted Sayuri's grief.

Looking up, the strange figure standing at the door of the ward made her body tense subconsciously.

A formal black suit, eye-catching brown wavy hair, and a handsome face full of confidence and demeanor.

Although it was a questioning tone, but his eyes were firmly locked on Sayuri Matsumoto on the hospital bed.

"Who are you?" Xiazhiqiu Shiyu frowned, and quietly clenched Yamashita's hand.

only--

"White Horse Detective, the son of the White Horse Police Chief, a high school detective who transferred back from England."

Atsuto Yamashita pointed out the identity of the boy at the door with strange eyes.

[White Horse Detective is really here? 】

"The son of the White Horse Police Chief???"

Matsumoto Sayuri and Kasumigaoka Shiwa looked at each other.

Even though they had never heard of the name White Horse Detective, they were no strangers to the White Horse Police Chief.

That is the chief executive of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"I am very interested in the provocative letter sent to my father by the prisoner."

"Officer Yamashita, I think you don't mind if I ask Ms. Sayuri Matsumoto about some details of the case so far."

Detective Baima, who was recognized by Yamashita, was not surprised. His father had already informed the Mumu police department that he would come to Mihua Town.

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, Ekoda High School.

"Ah sneeze!"

Kaito Kuroba, who was walking on campus with his childhood friend Aoko Nakamori, sneezed out of nowhere.

"What's the matter, Kaito? Did you catch a cold when you slept last night?"

Aoko Nakamori took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to the boy who was rubbing his nose.