Chapter 118: Do You Have Wastewater in Tokyo Bay in Your Head?
As the bell rings in the early hours of the morning, and after enjoying the not-so-delicious instant noodles, Ritsu Sasashima goes to his bedroom and taps a few times on the faΓ§ade mirror to touch the mechanism inside.
The mirror slowly lifts away, and inside is a small, well-equipped laboratory. This piece was designed by Ritsu Sasashima himself, and it is also a secret place that no one knows, the most hidden place in the safe house.
He stood in front of the instrument and skillfully operated it, and took the box of APTX4869 that Gin handed to him, and extracted some of the medicinal ingredients for study, in order to see if there was still a finished product in it.
Through continuous calculations and simulation experiments, the results were finally compared before the next day's work.
"Gin's luck is really good."
Ritsu Sasashima looked at the results displayed on the computer screen, he picked up the APTX4869 in the box that was numbered No. 7 by himself, and said with a smile: "I grabbed two finished medicines and a semi-finished product... Interesting. β
If Gin hears this, he may be so angry that he pulls out Beretta. No, it is possible to just take a few kilograms of explosives and make Matsumori Biopharmaceuticals disappear from the earth's soil.
"However, we still need to continue to observe whether there are any side effects, and we have to find a way to contact Edogawa Conan."
Ritsu Sasashima is a little distressed, no matter which identity he is, it's not appropriate to contact Kudo now.
Forget it, it's better to let it be, maybe that unreliable Maori Kogoro will get the case, and then he can't solve it... The first person they make a request to be themselves must be.
Glimpsing that the time in the lower right corner of the screen is already pointing to 7 o'clock, Ritsu Sasashima gets up and leaves the laboratory and goes into the bathroom to wash up, and then disguises himself as Takashi Izawa again and prepares to go to work at the Metropolitan Police Department.
Before going out, I didn't forget to take out the mackerel kept in the small tank, and threw two gingerbread that looked like they were sleeping. As soon as he threw it down, a shark pretending to be asleep rushed up and feasted on it.
"People who are good at acting, are they even pets acting spirits?" After Ritsu Sasashima complained to himself, he walked towards the entrance, and after some military points, he chose dark brown leather shoes to go out.
Driving Bugatti to the Metropolitan Police Department and smoothing out the folds of the black suit, Ritsu Sasashima put on the glasses on his chest, and today he also changed the color of the frames, and occasionally wore black glasses to look less scummy.
Looking at himself in the rearview mirror of the car, I felt a little bookish like a university professor who "has poetry and books in his belly".
Take the elevator to the ninth floor, push open the office door and hear the noise inside. It's okay to chat without a case, but you must know that the criminal police officers in the Criminal Department need to be highly concentrated in the process of handling the case, and if there is no time to relax, they will collapse.
"Good morning."
"Onizawa Police Department, it's early!"
Ritsu Sasashima pulled out her seat and sat down, picked up the sandwich and coffee that Hayakasaka had bought for herself, and asked, "What are you talking about?" β
"I'm talking about Yoko Okino's Christmas single last night, it's really good, do you want to listen to it from the police department?" Star-chaser Wataru Takagi said excitedly.
Ritsu Sasashima narrowed her eyes with a disinterested expression, and after taking a sip of coffee, he noticed Yuna Hayasaka's speechless expression, probably because he felt that Takagi's emotional intelligence was not saved.
chatted with his favorite Miwako Sato about female idols, and chatted so happily, thanks to Sato's emotional intelligence, which is not high, otherwise the two of them would have been extinguished before they could rub a millimeter of love.
He pulls out his phone and sends an email to Vodka with great interest, and the avid Yoko Okino fan doesn't know if he was on a mission with Gin last night or if he listened to the album all night.
[Ogier: I heard that Yoko Okino released a Christmas single.] ]
The email response was so fast that Ritsu Sasashima wondered if the vodka had set some special attention on the words "Yoko Okino".
[Vodka: Yoko-sama's singing voice is too healing - Ogil, are you finally willing to chase Yoko-sama with me!] I have a lot of peripherals here, and if it were you, I could cut your love and share a little bit of it! Valley
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No, you don't have to.
The corners of Ritsu Sasashima's mouth twitched slightly to indicate that he didn't need it, and then he stopped reading vodka's reply, and according to the convention, most of them would send him a "star-chasing experience" and "100 advantages of Yoko Okino" to try to Amway.
I really don't know if Kaoru Kusano will cry if he knows, he used to be like this to her.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it approaches evening.
The fact that there are no cases is naturally good, which means that the management of law and order in Tokyo is quite good.
"I'll see you tomorrow at the police department."
"See you tomorrow."
Ritsu Sasashima packed up her things and didn't leave in a hurry, but waited in front of the landline phone in the office for 5 minutes to make sure that no calls came, and then took the elevator downstairs with her briefcase.
I really didn't expect that there would be no case today, and he was in a happy mood and planned to treat his stomach before going home. For example, head to a new Italian restaurant nearby, or enjoy a must-have puffer fish hot pot in winter.
"Huh? It's snowing. β
The first snow in Tokyo fell suddenly, and I remember that today's weather forecast didn't say that it would snow. Ritsu Sasashima pressed the button to roll up the window, and she had already made up her mind: the snowy winter must be the most suitable for the heart-warming fugu hot pot.
Just as he was making up his mind to go to Asakusa to eat pufferfish, the dark green Nissan car in the opposite lane suddenly kicked the accelerator in his direction, and then stopped steadily in the center of the intersection with an emergency brake.
Pedestrians walking on the zebra crossing were also startled, and several people's umbrellas were thrown out.
"What the hell, you have the waste water in Tokyo Bay in your head!!"
"Auntie, do you know how to drive? Sick isn't it!! β
Ritsu Sasashima's eyes fell on the license plate of the dark green Nissan car, and he was about to use his mobile phone to contact the traffic police on duty at the Ministry of Transportation, when he found that the co-pilot's door was suddenly opened, and he knew that from his angle, he didn't see the co-pilot sitting at all.
"Reincarnation Paradise"
Well? Paranormal events?
But he soon discovers that it is not a paranormal event, because a small boy jumps out of the car and hurries in the opposite direction.
"Kudo?"
Ritsu Sasashima looked at Conan's back in surprise, what was the situation? He quickly drew his gaze back to the woman in charge of driving the car.
The double chin is very noticeable without looking down, and the elongated eyes with inverted triangles are paired with exaggerated black-rimmed glasses. Who is this bloated aunt? It's obviously not Mori Kogoro's wife, Fei Eiri, or Kudo Shinichi's mother, Yukiko Kudo.
Thinking back to Conan's panicked expression when he got out of the car, could it be that this woman was a grassroots member of the organization? Or maybe it's a codename member you don't know? She came to ...... when she discovered Kudo's identity
Thinking of this, Ritsu Sasashima didn't care about eating hot pot leisurely, so he parked the car in the temporary parking area after the green light appeared, and directly dialed the phone to Mao Lilan for confirmation.
For the first time, he felt that buying a Bugatti was the wrong choice, because it was the only one in Japan, so he couldn't rush to follow it now, otherwise his former undercover identity would be exposed to the organization.