Although Matsuda really wanted to leave this ordinary thing to Takagi to do, this is his usual practice, and every time he makes a note or something, he asks Takagi to handle it.

But now Matsuda didn't dare, he was afraid that Takagi would mess up. Tell a woman who is frightened that her husband will never return, and even if it is an irreversible fact, it is his mouth that conveys the doom. It is he who tells a person that she has lost her happiness.

Matsuda after being reborn, no, it should be said that in the three years since the Ferris wheel exploded, Matsuda's courage has become smaller. The mercenary who used to dance on the tip of a knife is no longer a careless person, he has learned to be in awe, to be in awe of life.

When Matsuda carefully pretended to be calm and told Mrs. Tamada the news and asked her to claim the body. Looking at Mrs. Tamada's heartbroken face, Matsuda didn't know why he remembered the little girl in the depths of his memory. The little girl who said in a tone of almost despair that I was looking for my mother.

Matsuda didn't say anything comforting, he couldn't speak. just looked at Mrs. Yutian's back silently, and disappeared from his sight little by little. Mrs. Tamada will be fine, no matter what, as long as she lives, she will endure or forget her sorrows, and then start a new life and find new happiness. But this pain did exist, and it was also something that Matsuda was obsessed with.

Three years ago, Matsuda set himself a goal of becoming a police officer. And he believes that the most important responsibility of the police is to stop this kind of pain from happening. When they, the law enforcers, give a relaxed environment to the good-hearted people, and tightly restrain the people who are full of desire to prevent them from making mistakes, then will there still be such a thing as criminals in this world?

That ideal society is impossible, Matsuda also knows. He can only do his best and do his own thing, as a grassroots Dharma practitioner. Matsuda can only manage his own side, although sometimes he can't manage much around himself. Whether it's poor or being alone, or being hypocritical, Matsuda has always wanted to do this, not for anything else, just so that he can get a good night's sleep and have a good dream.

After seeing off Mrs. Tamada, Matsuda saw Conan with a grumpy face in the corner of the corridor before he could catch his breath. Matsuda was not in the mood to make fun of the little doll, so he walked over and went straight to the point: "Something?"

Conan, who originally felt that he had been greatly wronged, had been paying attention to Matsuda, and naturally knew that he was in a low mood now. But Matsuda Zhilu said his most important identity, and this matter could not be solved, and he said very seriously: "When did you know that I am Kudo Shinichi?"

"How could I have known that when you little devil was in the limelight, I was still on vacation. Thinking that he had taken a three-year break to recuperate from his injuries and take a vacation, Matsuda felt how happy he was at that time.

Indeed, Matsuda and Conan, who still lives as Shinichi Kudo, have no communication, and if Matsuda can guess his identity, it seems that Matsuda knows a little too much about Conan. Although this is the case, how can Matsuda admit it.

Conan couldn't figure out how Matsuda got his information, so he could only default to Matsuda's suspicions about himself. After all, he didn't act like a primary school student at the scene of the murder, and only at that time would he intersect with Matsuda, and with Matsuda's keen insight, it was normal to have some suspicions.

It was also a complete coincidence that he was able to know his identity, and at that time, even he didn't expect that he might transform into Kudo Shinichi again. Afterwards, Conan drank a whole bottle of white dry and didn't change it back, coincidentally, who can say this kind of thing clearly, and he can only pinch his nose and admit it.

"Aha?" Matsuda pretended to be innocent and listened to Conan's twists and turns of his experience, pretending to be surprised: "It's like this!? They can show you when they make a huge amount of shady transactions, and it doesn't seem very professional." ”

Isn't it very professional? Ha Luha, are you doubting my detective level? Although Conan was not convinced, the fate of a child like himself was completely unconvincing, and he could only think in his heart: "In short, you must not underestimate them, this is a very large dark organization, if they find out"

"Children are children, what kind of huge organization or something, is it necessary to worry so much?" Matsuda reached out and pinched Conan's little face: "With your current appearance, who can guess that you are Shinichi Kudo." If you don't approach them, find them, and defeat them, will you dare to live like Kudo Shinichi? That would be a fatal blow. ”

As he spoke, Matsuda shook his right hand unceremoniously and was pinching Conan's little face: "You don't even cherish such a natural and hidden disguise." ”

Hurry up and let go of me, Conan was pinched by Matsuda, and he didn't even think about what he said, and his two hands broke Matsuda's arm hard. When Matsuda let go, Conan said worriedly: "But, Xiaolan she"

"Do you think that if you go to that so-called organization with Shinichi Ido and fight against them, you will let Xiaolan go?" Matsuda said helplessly: "Save it, the chance of Edogawa's identity being exposed is too small." Don't think too highly of your opponents, they're very strong, yes, but that means they won't pay too much attention to you, the little Devil Detective. Their neglect of you is your only chance to turn the tide of victory or defeat. If you really care about Xiaolan, then hide here and let her give you a bath for the rest of your life. ”

Being pointed out by Matsuda's weakness, Conan's face turned red all of a sudden, and then he shook his head desperately. No, no, no! The bastard diverted the subject again: "What you say makes sense, but, but"

"No more. Matsuda stood up and ended his conversation with Conan: "Let me know when I have news of that organization in the future." With me in front of you to attract their attention, you can calmly investigate in your woman's arms. ”

After taking two steps, Matsuda turned back to Conan, who looked worried, and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell the Twilight Police Department." If that organization is really what you say, it will only be bad for us grassroots police officers to get involved. The fewer people who know this kind of thing, the better, it's a secret between you and me. ”

Seeing Matsuda's corner disappear, Conan was still standing there. yes, maybe I'm being too careful. However, you also know that the organization is not so simple to deal with. It's just the two of us? That's not the case! Conan clenched his fists. You're transferring all the danger to yourself! Damn, being looked down upon like this!!

Conan, who was in a trance by Matsuda's swaying expression, and whose mood was agitated and surging, did not notice. When he was an innocent child who was about to die in pain, he, a good policeman who was assessed as caring, took a random shot with his mobile phone with a relaxed and happy expression. If he hadn't known some ulterior inside information a long time ago, would he have done such a thing?

After walking into a lesson, Matsuda's face changed to that kind of lazy smile, looking at those people who were busy with drug cases, and consciously fulfilled his position: "Oops, it's really hard." There are so many tricky events happening at such a festival. It's busy, it's busy. After speaking, he picked up a document on the table and put it on his head, ready to go back to sleep. For those who are inflicted on themselves, the tangled miscellaneous mental power with the curse effect is completely absent.

Regarding Matsuda's blatant sleep during work hours, the uncles of the first lesson naturally won't pretend not to see it. But no one was ready to wake him up and tell him what the duties of the police were and what organizational discipline was. When it comes to work ethic, no one would consider themselves better than Matsuda. Moreover, Matsuda has outstanding abilities and is the main force to deal with those difficult incidents, and no one will point it out if he is lazy when he is mentally and physically exhausted.

However, when Matsuda's "whirring" snoring filled the space, the distraught uncles decided that when he woke up, he must teach him what kind of professionalism a qualified police officer should have.

When his right-hand man, the Sato Police Department and the Kujo prosecutor worked together to eliminate the impact of the diplomat's murder, and the Shiratori Police Department focused on seriously dealing with the drug case. The poor Twilight Police Department is now under the watchful eye of the management officer of the first section of the search section, Matsumoto, and in a sweaty voice, he made a third military order: "Please rest assured, sir, we will, we will, we will, no, we will not let this vicious incident happen again." ”

"Hmm. Matsumoto also knew the difficulties of Michimu Twilight, understood his weak tone, and said earnestly: "It's New Year's Day, and everyone is busy for the new year. I know that everyone is also very hard, only for a few days, everyone insists on persevering. Minister Odakiri came to me specifically and said that he hoped to see in the newspapers now that they were publishing charity activities in various places, rather than killing and drug incidents happening somewhere. ”

"I know the way, I know the way. Twilight wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Please tell Minister Oda Kiri that we will do our best to live up to his expectations." ”

Poor Twilight Police doesn't know what to say when he assures him that his old buddy, Detective Kogoro Mori, has been invited to attend a charity golf tournament. And I got up early in the morning, and I shouldn't have called Xiaolan and Conan to form a Grim Reaper team to go to a golf course to practice.

Frightened to spend the twilight of the day, he didn't even return home after work, so he called Matsuda to keep vigil in the office of a class. It wasn't until midnight that Twilight, who was standing by the phone, beckoned Matsuda, who had been lying on the table all day, to sleep in the duty room.

This peaceful day lasted until the next morning, and after another day, the twilight police department felt that the bad luck was about to leave, and saw the dawn of victory, the sign of happiness. But before seven o'clock, I received a thunderbolt phone call on a sunny day, and an explosion occurred at a golf course. Although the casualties caused are unknown, and the consequences are unknown, when he heard the word explosion, Twilight's eyes suddenly turned green, and the resentment from the depths of his soul, even if the afterglow swept by, made Matsuda shiver, and goosebumps fell to the ground.