When Matsuda came to the Metropolitan Police Department again the next day, he was warmly received by Yumi-chan.

"Hee-hee, Matsuda, you were very famous yesterday, the big and small bosses of the Metropolitan Police Department all knew that Matsuda Jinhei had learned a lesson in the search. When Yumi saw Matsuda, she was like a bee smelling nectar, and she flew next to Matsuda and began to buzz.

"Really?" Matsuda lowered his head and gestured, then restrained his vocal cords and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Matsuda Police, is it still far away?"

"Hahaha!" Yumi was amused by Matsuda and covered her stomach and laughed, and all her image and temperament were abandoned: "Matsuda, you haven't figured out your situation yet." ”

"What situation can I have. Matsuda waved his hand absently: "Isn't it just late? Ah, Matsuda Jinpei, the savior of the Japanese police, Yumi will praise me for my high merits. ”

"Ha Luha, no, no, no. Matsuda, I must admit that you are a wonderful flower of the Metropolitan Police Department. Yumi leaned against the wall for a long time before returning to normal: "Did you say something that you shouldn't have said yesterday?" Now the entire Metropolitan Police Department has spread, and the previous words were all from below to see that you were unhappy. Now the bosses of each department and class have a grudge against you. ”

"What shouldn't be said?" Matsuda thought hard, "No, I'm so good-looking." ”

"Alas. Looking at Matsuda's virtues, he knew that he had forgotten everything, Yumi shook her head, and then said, "Desperate, I am desperate for the efficiency of the Metropolitan Police Department." ”

"Gah!?" Matsuda felt as if he had been stepped on by an elephant's tail, "Did they only remember this sentence?"

"Of course not. Seeing Matsuda's reaction return to expectations, Yumi seemed to be comforted and said, "Don't worry, no one will forget your continuous tardiness record." ”

Matsuda covered his injured heart and lowered his head: "Could it be that this is the legendary Gong Gao Zhen Master?"

"Hee-hee, it's a mediocrity not to be envied, Matsuda-kun wants to open some. "If Yumi's purpose is successfully achieved, he will not be entangled with Matsuda.

Hmph, hum, hum. Matsuda watched Yumi-chan, who loved and cared for him, leave, and couldn't help but grit his teeth when he thought that his good spirit of getting up early in the morning was swept away.

"What's the matter, Matsuda?" Sato saw that Matsuda had entered a lesson, and sat in his chair with a gloomy face, not talking or sleeping, which was very unusual, so he came over and asked.

"Sato, woo. Matsuda heard Sato's concerned voice, and for a while all the grievances came to his heart, and then squeezed out a few tears, pretending to be very hurt and hugging Sato's small waist.

Because Matsuda was sitting, Sato was a lot taller than him, so Matsuda naturally put his face on Sato. It's natural, well, of course, Matsuda takes it for granted.

"Bump!" Sato threw someone who had taken the offense to the ground, then clapped his hands and left.

"Yo! Matsuda was about to get up with his head in his hands, when a murderous aura came from behind him telling him that he couldn't stay here for long.

"Come on! "If you dare to violate Miss Sato, you must not let him go!"

Matsuda took advantage of the fact that they had not yet rushed over, and rushed outside at a speed beyond the limits of humans, just as the door of the lesson was pushed open. Ha Luha, God help me, Matsuda's feet don't stop, and I can't remember the common sense that someone opens the door and naturally someone wants to come in.

With a "bump", Matsuda hit something and was bounced to the ground, rubbing his head and about to look up, when he heard a loud shout: "Matsuda, what are you bastards doing!!"

Matsuda didn't get up, he turned around directly, half-rolled and half-crawled under his desk, covered it with a chair, and said in his mouth: "Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me"

Seeing Matsuda's unpromising appearance, the uncles of the first lesson dispersed as if they didn't know him.

And Twilight said angrily and funny, "Matsuda, today Matsumoto Management Officer named our elite operators to take over this banditry. The words "elite operator" are extraordinarily heavy.

Seeing the end of the big crisis, Matsuda climbed out, bent down and said flatteringly, "No problem, leave it to me." ”

"Ah~~~" Matsuda leaned on the table with his head in his right hand: "It turns out that the roll call asked me to do this." ”

The group of junior detectives under Matsuda's nose lined up and sat at Matsuda's desk. When Motota heard Matsuda's words, he immediately said dissatisfiedly, "We are a young detective group!"

"Ahh ”

"Yesterday it was Motota's Kamen Superman signature that was thrown at the department store," Mitsuhiko said.

"Then, then we're going to look for Kamen Superman's autograph," Ayumi said.

"A gang of robbers has been discovered," Motota said.

Distraught by what the young detectives said one by one, Matsuda patted the table: "Okay, don't talk about it! Then he pointed to Conan, who was hiding to the side, and said, "You! ”

"Me!?" Conan asked tenderly, hey, why would he find me.

"Yes, it's you, sit down with me and tell me about yesterday. Matsuda said solemnly.

Conan, who was sitting on the side and hiding far away, had no choice but to come over and tell Matsuda what had happened.

After writing for a while, Matsuda stopped: "Stop for a while, my hands are sore." It's hard to be a police officer. Although he complained, Matsuda got up and went to get the paper cup and poured a cup for each of the imps.

Sitting back in the chair again, Matsuda shook his right hand, looked down at the transcript, and suddenly sighed: "Hey, Conan, we seem to have met a lot lately, right?"

"Yes, Officer Matsuda. Conan replied in a crisp voice. Hehe, do you think I'd love to see your face.

"Seriously. Matsuda mysteriously leaned into Conan's ear: "Don't you have to go and worship, ask for some divine water to wash?"

"What do you mean?" Conan looked at Matsuda suspiciously.

"As long as it's a troublesome incident these days, you're here, and I thought it was Maori. It's not easy for us to be police officers, can you make it easy for us for a few days?" Matsuda said.

"Officer Matsuda, how can you push this kind of thing on a small child. Conan resisted the urge to rush up and punch him.

"I'm actually doing this for your own good. Matsuda still said to himself: "Look at it, if it's just Maori, it's okay to say, he's an adult after all." Now you can get these kids involved in such a dangerous incident. Why don't you take a leave of absence this month and hide at home!"

When Matsuda was covering his head, he heard Sato's voice coming from above his head: "Matsuda, how can you blame a child for such a thing." ”

Matsuda turned his head and looked at Sato with a grudge. And Sato bent down and greeted the little ghosts kindly: "Hello children, you are the young detective group that captured the bandit gang last night." ”

"That's right, big sister. Ayumi replied.

"Ahaha, today's children are really good at talking, and a big sister makes others happy. Matsuda vented his frustration.

Sato didn't look at him either, stretched out his leg to lift Matsuda's chair, and then turned around and walked away gorgeously: "Na, sister still has work to do, I'll see you later, all of you from the Young Detective Corps." ”

Matsuda got up from the ground in embarrassment, propped up the chair, and then said angrily: "Damn! I want to complain to the General Affairs Department, the quality of the chair is so poor!"

"Now, Officer Matsuda, why don't you go find that big sister just now. Conan added fuel to the fire.

"I don't need you to talk about things!" Matsuda was doused and really burned, grabbed Conan, and rubbed his hands on his face.

Hmph, what a guy with no energy. Conan held his face in a circle, hiding in the corner and drawing circles.

When Matsuda calmed down, he continued to take notes. After writing two strokes, Matsuda stopped again and stared at Conan faintly.

Zhilu Dao Conan's heart was furious, and when he lowered his head and was about to go under the table, Matsuda said angrily: "It's all the guy from Matsumoto Administrator! Otherwise, how could this kind of thing be spread on me." Hey, Conan, did you say that if he secretly tied you to his office, he would get into some trouble? Mm-hmm, it's worth it, I hope he can run into Starfleet and take him to the other side of the galaxy to feed the bugs. ”

"How do I know the truth? Conan weakly stopped Matsuda, who became more and more excited the more he talked, and the more he talked, the more boundless he became. Hey, what do you think of me.

"Ha~~~ How about sending him to a duel with Gomera?" Matsuda said disappointedly.

"Don't look for me for this kind of thing!" Conan yelled angrily.

"Shouldn't you be blamed for this kind of thing!" Matsuda grabbed Conan again and began to ravage him: "If you didn't go to the department store last night, I should still live a peaceful life now, and I won't be deliberately rectified by the management officer." Tell me you're only seven years old, seven years old, can't you do something that a seven-year-old kid should do?"

"Let go of me! let go of me!" Conan struggled.

"It's okay to let you go, you have to admit your mistakes to me, say I'm wrong, and I'll do what I have to do. Matsuda said loudly. Unoblivious, he and Conan were talking too loudly, watching the two of them the whole lesson.

This, bastard!, Twilight clutched the materials in her hands, suppressing the urge to throw them at Matsuda's head. He still doesn't know what a face is?

"Let go of me, let go of me and I'll say. Conan reluctantly gave in, and after being put down by Matsuda, he bowed reluctantly: "I'm sorry, I was wrong." ”

"Well, now you go to the wall and count aloud from one to one hundred against the wall. Matsuda looked at Conan, who bowed his head and gave in, his mood calmed down a little, and his stomach was far away.

PS: Regarding decadence, can we change the word, such as bohemianism. I don't like themes that are too far away from Conan, like the justice that Shinone insists on. No matter how I think about it, I can't think of a reason to kill someone. Actually, fanfiction.,It's better to be lighter.,Suddenly I found that it seemed like I just changed the name of the dragon set armor to Matsuda Jinhei.。 And Kenji Hagiwara actually didn't socialize with Matsuda, Kenji Hagihara died seven years ago, and Matsuda crossed over three years ago. This is just to make the personality changes before and after Matsuda logical, and Matsuda's predecessor was set as a mercenary, a cold killing machine. The sudden change in living circumstances, coupled with the events of three years ago, made Matsuda determined to be a good cop, complete self-redemption, and live in the sun again.