Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

The most wrong thing that Sato Mikazu did, who lacked reason, was to let Miyamoto Yumi know about it, which directly led to the fact that when she went to work the next day, no matter how dull she was, she knew from everyone's strange eyes, she and All the Metropolitan Police knew that Shiratori was going on a blind date.

There was no time to blame Miyamoto Yumi, Sato Mikazu had already seen Shiratori walking towards here, turned his head and passed him by pretending not to know him.

"Miwako, I'm looking forward to the date on Sunday." Backfired, Shiratori called her out.

"Call me Sato Police Department or Chief during working hours!" Sato Miwako gave Shiratori a fierce look: "And don't you have a public holiday on weekends?"

"If you ask for leave, you may also go to work if you can't ask for leave." Shiratori Ren Saburo said gently, with a smile that he thought was elegant on the corner of his mouth.

"Humph!" Miwako Sato resisted the urge to smash him with something and returned to her office, considering whether to hold Yumi Miyamoto accountable or find a solution to Shiratori first.

At the Maori Detective Agency on the other side of Tokyo, the Maori family received a special guest.

At 7:30 in the morning, Uncle Maori reclined lazily on the office chair as usual, stretched his waist, and complained, "Why hasn't the horse racing broadcast started yet."

The Mouri family returned to Tokyo from Gunma Prefecture last night. After a night's rest, they had recovered from the exhaustion of boats and cars.

Xiaolan is helping organize the office and prepare to open the door. In half an hour, she will go out to school with Conan. "Really, you are listening to the radio in the morning, can't you work hard?" Xiaolan was very happy to find out that Uncle Maori had quit drinking, but it didn't take long to find that Uncle had put all his extra energy into it. On horse racing and small steel balls, and not a single bit of it was used in work, which gave her a lot of headaches.

"It's okay." Uncle Maori waved his hand: "There will be no guests so early."

"Ding dong... ding dong...", the sound of the doorbell.

"The guests are here." Xiaolan smiled playfully.

"Impossible, most of them are milk sellers or newspaper sellers. Xiaolan, you can drive him away." Uncle Maori brought his headphones.

"Hello, is this the Maori Detective Agency?" Xiao Lan opened the door and found a beautiful young woman standing outside.

"Yes, you are..." Before Xiao Lan could finish speaking, she was roughly pushed aside by the uncle who suddenly ran over and almost hit the cabinet.

Sure enough, she is a beautiful woman! Uncle's eyes burst into a gleam. Sitting at the desk, he could not see anyone outside the door, but as soon as he heard the voice of the guest outside the door, he judged that it must be a beautiful woman, and rushed to receive him in person. Seeing people find that she is really beautiful.

"What are you doing!" Xiao Lan, who was staggered by her father, stood still and looked at her father, but she almost didn't recognize her.

hey who are you? Why did you shave all of a sudden? When did you change your suit? How come I don't know when you bought this white suit? Where did you steal the roses in your mouth? Why even the style has changed? ! Xiaolan has so many grooves that she can't finish it.

Looking at the table again, let alone the horse racing broadcast, the radio is gone, and the cigarette butts in the ashtray are gone. Uncle Maori is like magic, making the table top neat and tidy all at once.

"Outside the door is not a place to talk, Miss, please come in." The Maori gentleman made an inviting gesture and invited the client who was about to have embarrassing cancer into the office.

"So, beautiful lady, what made you come here to meet me? No, I'm sorry I'm too dedicated to work, and I haven't asked the lady's name yet?" Under the gazes of the two super bulbs Conan and Xiaolan, Uncle Maori showed his gentlemanly demeanor and masculine charm without anyone else.

"Hey... My name is Makoto Asai, and I came here to entrust a Maori detective to help me find someone." The beauty smiled and said.

"Oh? Who is it? What kind of person can make a beauty like you worry about it." The Maori gentleman said affectionately.

"Conan, let's go, we're going to be late listening to this old man singing." Xiaolan dragged Conan away angrily, and Uncle Mouri turned a deaf ear.

"That's it..." After hesitating, Asai Makoto told the story of what happened to him to the Maori gentleman, excluding some unnecessary things, such as his true gender. Finally, show him the letter signed by Lei Feng.

"Huh? Lei Feng? Last name or first name? But if the handwriting is covered up, the signature may not be real." Uncle Maoli said, rubbing his chin. At the beginning, Mizumayue was out of bad taste, and all the words were written with a ruler, and thanks to this idea, now people will not easily find her along the handwriting.

"I also asked someone for advice, and he said that Lei Feng should be a Chinese name." Asai honestly reminded Maori Kogoro.

"Chinese name? Hmm... That's more in line with the Chinese naming rules." Uncle Maori agreed with a dignified approval. God knows if he really understands the Chinese naming method.

"Well, Miss Honesty, can you put this letter with me temporarily and give me more time to study it." Uncle Maori asked.

"Uh..." After thinking for a moment, Asai Honesty said: "I have prepared a copy of this matter, I'm sorry, I plan to take this letter and study it myself, in fact, this letter was put on From a friend, I just picked it up yesterday."

"That's fine, but maybe some information is not just on the surface, Miss Honesty, you should pay more attention, such as some invisible words and the like." In Kogoro Mouri's point of view, the meaning of Asai's move is to ask for help at the same time. The other detectives, although they didn't show any displeasure, still had uncontrollable expressions on their faces.

"Thank you, Mr. Mori, I'll pay more attention. I'll leave then." Asai Makoto thanked him, left his phone number and a sum of money as a deposit and left.

"If I find anything, I'll let you know as soon as possible." Uncle Maori accepted the deposit and sent Honkai Asai away. After opening the drawer, he took out an ashtray full of cigarette butts~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and put the The clean ashtray on the table was retracted.

Yes, for those of you who always forget to empty the ashtray before your daughter gets home because of watching TV, a good way to avoid nagging and iron fist alarms is that you need to buy two identical ashtrays and an empty one. drawer. A similar approach is to have a double-layered table cushion that has been made wider to fit a suit over another coat.

Looking at the copy of the anonymous letter, Uncle Maori smoked another cigarette. The letter repeatedly mentioned evidence and the police, reminding him of a young policeman who didn't grow up.

"I forgot to get my bento. Has the guest left? ... Dad, you're smoking again!"

"Ah, Xiaolan, listen to my explanation!"

"What a joyous morning..." Conan stood downstairs in the office, feeling that the whole building was shaking and shaking, and the corners of his mouth were twitching and twitching. ———————————

I suddenly remembered that I haven't posted a group number for a long time: Welcome to join Conan's Open Door. I'm a police officer. .