"Dear viewers and friends, welcome to our "Morning Express" on time every Monday morning, I am the host Fujimiyagi."

"I'm the host Yuko Tanata."

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Tokyo, Moonshadow Island.

In the slightly messy hotel bedroom, on the TV screen that I had obviously forgotten to turn off last night, two well-dressed hosts are talking about the news that happened in Tokyo yesterday.

Among them, the words "Metropolitan Police Department" and "police" appear surprisingly frequently.

In the center of the room, on the soft sky gray bed, a figure curled up and buried himself in the quilt was still in a sweet sleep, and it seemed that he was not awakened by the TV show at all.

"According to the official report of the Metropolitan Police Department, the culprit who killed the general manager of Baling Bank was caught by the police last night. It is reported that the famous high school detective Kudo Shinichi who made outstanding contributions to the police's investigation operation. ”

"Huh? Is Kudo-kun again? It's really amazing, but at the age of 17, he was able to help the police solve so many cases, no wonder he was known as the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era......"

"Hmm...... Black Silk ...... What black silk? ”

The man on the bed, who was wrapped in a quilt and playing with Zhou Gong's granddaughter, seemed to hear something terrible in his dimness, and his heavy eyelids struggled with great difficulty for several times, and then finally caught the light spilling in the corner of the curtain.

It's glaring.

Sleepy-eyed lifted the quilt and sat up from the bed, the man leaned against the bedside upholstery and yawned several times, and then reached out and scratched his itchy scalp, and his slightly naturally curly hair had been slept into a messy bird's nest after a night of torture.

The pupils that had been dormant all night were immediately reflected in the close-up of the famous high school detective Kudo Shinichi on the TV screen, and the program team also marked it with three lines of slogans very intimately-

"Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era!"

"The savior of the Japanese police!"

"Genius High School Detective!"

The man who didn't see what he wanted to see fell into deep thought.

It turns out that what I heard in my sleep was actually Sherlock Holmes instead of Black Silk?

This gap between Japanese English and Chinese, how did he listen to the split?

"Ringing ringing!"

In the middle of the fugue after waking up, a sudden phone ringing on the bedside table suddenly interrupted the man's meaningless association-

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Uehara, I am the front desk staff of the hotel. So, the police have sent you a package, when is it convenient for you to pick it up? ”

"The package sent by the police, I know, I'll go down and get it in about half an hour." After estimating the time it would take to wash and go to the toilet, Katsumi Uehara gave a rough answer.

At the moment, he is still on vacation, and he doesn't need to squat on the toilet like when he worked at the Metropolitan Police Department, and it takes 45 minutes to start squatting.

"It's a pity that this good day hasn't been long ago~~~"

Lazily walked out of bed, stood in front of the window and opened the curtains, enjoying the sunshine, Katsumi Uehara stretched his limbs to his heart's content, stretched his waist widely, and the tail note was so comfortable that it almost turned into a moan at the end.

In a few days, his vacation will be over, and he will return to the Metropolitan Police Department, where he clocks in and out every day, and follows his boss Twilight Thirteen's ass as a little transparent, relying on the days of genius high school student detective Shinichi Kudo's mixed case-solving bonus and year-end performance.

For Katsumi Uehara, who worked as a lawyer in his previous life, this feeling of getting money without having to go to the scene of the crime without thinking is really cool and addictive.

When I graduated from Keio, I chose to take the police exam, and then gambled that I would be left in the Metropolitan Police Department, and it was the right choice.

He's addicted.

As for the reputation of the Japanese police, that thing has long been rotten. Even the top management of the Metropolitan Police Department can't control it, and it doesn't matter to him to get a salary.

His immediate boss, Twilight Thirteen, has gone through two generations, Yusaku Kudo and Shinichi Kudo, father and son, and neither the "Kudo brothers" said anything.

"Then again, when did Shinichi Kudo become Conan? So far, my vacation and work hours seem to be normal. ”

Katsumi Uehara, who walked into the bathroom and picked up a teacup to wash, listened to the praise of the genius high school detective by the two hosts on the bedroom TV, picked up the old-fashioned straight button mobile phone in the pocket of his trousers, and squinted at the date and time.

It has been twenty-five years since he was reborn in this world, and he really hasn't experienced the Ke Xue time that was passed down by everyone in his previous life, and he has lived a steady life from childhood to adulthood.

Although it's the beginning of a regular welfare institute, but fortunately, his learning foundation is good, although he can't get the group of perverts who are admitted to the Faculty of Law and Medicine of the University of Tokyo, but at least he can be regarded as a private top brand Keio, and he is content.

After washing up and putting on a vacation-specific floral shirt to cover his angular six-pack abs, Katsumi Uehara left the hotel room on flip-flops and hummed a little song step by step, and took the elevator straight downstairs.

"Hello Miss, I'm Katsumi Uehara from 603, I just called the front desk half an hour ago, and there's a package of mine here, right?"

Walking to the front desk, Katsumi Uehara, who was leaning on the table with one hand, leaned over slightly, smiled and asked the front desk staff in front of him, whose expression was slightly anxious after being stunned.

"Yes, yes! Mr. Uehara, yes, this is your package, and then please sign this record. After accidentally touching her fingers, she handed a box only A4 paper length to the man, and the young lady at the front desk hurriedly took out her favorite fountain pen and hotel notebook, and the earlobes on both sides were flushed with a little undetectable redness.

Katsumi Uehara, who has always kept a smile throughout, signed his name, and sighed in his heart that the simple girls in the world of Conan are so beautiful.

The packaging outside the carton was torn on the spot, and then the box was opened, and a stack of yellowed sheet music lay quietly inside, and the sense of historical obsolescence came to my face.

Beethoven's "Moonlight".

An extremely classic piano piece, and it is also what Katsumi Uehara will do at the end of his vacation.

He didn't know if he was doing it right, he didn't know if it worked, and he didn't know if it worked, but at least he wanted to do it.

Because he's a policeman.

Of course, it may also be because he is really a good person in his bones.

The world is so beautiful, wouldn't it be better to have fewer tragedies that you can remember within the scope of your ability?

While humming a little tune in his mouth, Katsumi Uehara, who was pacing towards the entrance of the hotel, was still looking at the moonlight in his hand. It's a pity that it's probably because he doesn't have any artistic bacteria, so he can't see half a word in this spectrum.

It's numb.

This sunny piano is still not suitable for him, and female idols like Yoko Okino are the dishes that suit him.

Katsumi Uehara, who closed the box, took out a straight mobile phone from the pocket of his pants with his right hand, and was just about to make a call, but a call suddenly broke into his eyes-

Miwako Sato.

This is the name of the note.

Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows in surprise and pressed the answer button: "Yo Sato? What's the matter with calling me? Did you figure it out and prepare to listen to your aunt and go on vacation with me? ”

“……”

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

"Hey? Do you have a bad signal? ”

Miwako Sato, who was far away in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's search section and searched the office area of the third department, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, constantly telling herself in her heart that this man has always been so open-mouthed and offensive, and then said helplessly: "Uehara, are you stupid to spend your brain on vacation?"

"The Dusk Police Department received a report from the amusement park, saying that there had been a vicious murder and someone was being ordered to go with him, what about you?"

Katsumi Uehara, who was walking on the beach of Moon Shadow Island with a pair of big sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, heard this, and his body suddenly stiffened: "Huh? ”

So I didn't have a holiday today?