"Did you hear, the big star Yoko Okino seemed to have come to the Metropolitan Police Department last night."

"Yoko Okino? Really? ”

"Of course it's true, my aunt's son works in the third department, and he still needs Miss Yoko's autograph."

"Miss Yoko's autograph, I'm really envious......"

Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.

The elevator at the commuting point was not too crowded, and Katsumi Uehara, who was leaning on the inside corner with black coffee, put one hand in his pocket, quietly listening to the gossip and anecdotes that popped out of the mouths of his colleagues.

Among them, the name of the female idol Yoko Okino appeared particularly frequently this morning.

This is very unreasonable.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for popular celebrities, both men and women, to have a relationship with the police, because once they are involved, it is very likely to mean a cliff in the bright star journey, so what happens to celebrities is generally the highest priority to solve in private.

And, if memory serves, Yoko Okino's first choice wasn't the police.

Katsumi Uehara, who arrived on the 12th floor, slowly stepped out of the elevator, sipped a refreshing black coffee, and smashed his mouth a few times with some pity: It was not the right time to leave yesterday, otherwise this kind of good thing that you can prostitute a case-solving bonus without using your brains will probably not be missed.

In his impression, the case related to Yoko Okino should be the appearance of the sleeping Maori Kogoro.

However, considering that last night's night fishing was quite fruitful, this small problem was quickly put aside by Katsumi Uehara.

"Good morning, Uehara-kun, you seem to be late again today."

"yes, yes, I deliberately looked at the time, and you were three minutes late."

"Why, there's no way I'm late. Don't slander me, beware of slander. ”

In response to the ridiculous words of his female colleagues, Katsumi Uehara, who walked to the workstation, couldn't help but pause when he saw his neatly arranged tabletop.

Raising his eyes and looking at his left front, the workstation belonging to the police department to supplement Miwako Sato was still empty for the time being.

After thinking for a few tenths of a second, he pursed his lips and chuckled, pulled out the chair and sat down Katsumi Uehara hummed a pleasant little tune in his mouth, and with his hands he pulled open the drawer, took out a new book, threw it on the clean and tidy table, and took out a pen from the pen holder and smashed it on the cover of the book.

It's time to get to work.

Yesterday's draft that was revised by Miwako Sato was put on the table.,Subconsciously put his flip phone on the desktop Katsumi Uehara is very nostalgic for the laptop of his previous life.。

He wouldn't need to write if the police were going to have that stuff now.

It's not that he didn't want to buy one himself, but first, the price is relatively expensive and not cost-effective. The second is that the current laptop is no different from a brick that can access the Internet.

was able to buy a mobile phone because he really couldn't stand the most mainstream landlines and coin-operated phone booths at the moment, so he bought a flip phone with a relatively good appearance and barely used it.

However, now that the sleeping Mori Kogoro has appeared, the technology of this world should also begin to develop rapidly, right?

However, Katsumi Uehara, who felt sleepy after copying more than 300 words, took a sip of black coffee that he had specially bought for refreshment, and his thoughts began to diverge by leaps and bounds.

Reality is not a caricature.

Living in a living time and space, the only point he can think of the explosion of civilian science and technology is that the artificial intelligence in the Baker Street theater version may have released some of the scientific and technological information and materials he deduced to the world before it dissipated, which promoted the rapid development of the world's science and technology.

Other than that, Katsumi Uehara can't think of a second reason for the time being.

But then again, what's the name of the tech company in Baker Street?

Katsumi Uehara, who couldn't come up with a reason for sketching in his notebook with a ballpoint pen for a long time, shook his head, no longer forcing himself to recall the trivial things.

got up and went to the toilet, and when I came back, I continued to work with my head in the face of Katsumi Uehara, who had to praise my diligence for seeing it. I knew that he was copying the report, and I didn't know that I thought he was doing case combing.

In the area of superficial work, Katsumi Uehara has always been not weaker than others.

After going to the cafeteria for lunch and taking a lunch break, Katsumi Uehara, who was finally finished before getting off work in the afternoon, knocked on the door of the office of the boss of the third department, Twilight Thirteen, with his signed report-

"Tuk-tuk."

"Please come in."

"Dusk Police, here's my summary report on the incident on Lunaris Island."

Katsumi Uehara, who pushed the door in, put on a serious posture, saluted in a formal manner, and handed the report to the desk of his immediate boss.

"It's Uehara-kun, I've heard Sato say everything about Moonshadow Island, and you're doing a good job."

After taking the report and casually looking at it, Twilight Thirteen didn't find any structural or narrative errors, and his round face, like the fat old man next door, looked a little amiable.

For Katsumi Uehara, an elite subordinate from the professional group, he actually had great expectations. After all, before this young man came, he had only one professional group under his command - Ren Saburo Shiratori, a son of a famous family.

Considering Katsumi Uehara's background of being born in a lonely and helpless orphanage, Twilight Thirteen, who was also born at the bottom, was actually very optimistic about this young man at first.

It's a pity that Katsumi Uehara's subsequent series of performances disappointed him.

What he didn't expect was that he now thought that this person was one of those water-doped professional groups in other departments who sat in the office gilded, but Katsumi Uehara gave him a big gift backhanded.

In any case, the investigation of the transnational drug case on Moon Shadow Island was completed by the cooperation of his three departments and two police departments, and most of the credit is credited to the heads of the three departments, not to mention, Katsumi Uehara's ability in this case is completely worthy of his former third place in the police academy.

"You've won the prize, Dusk Police Department, that's what I'm supposed to do."

Katsumi Uehara, who faced the praise of his boss, tried his best to disguise himself as a good baby: "Then, if there is nothing else, I'll go back first." ”

Why do you need to submit your report at this point near the end of the day?

Isn't it so that I can leave work on the hour while handing in the report?

It's almost time to get off work, and you're always embarrassed to talk to him cheekily, as the saying goes, try to pour chicken soup.

"Well—it's really nothing. In short, Uehara-kun, you did a good job this time, keep up the good work, and continue to work hard. ”

The truth is just as Katsumi Uehara thought.,I think this junior can still be rescued.Twilight Thirteen still wants to talk about it at length.,Instilling the Showa chicken soup that searches the three lines in the same line.,But after looking at the time, I still chose to give up.。 In the end, he just patted Katsumi Uehara on the shoulder and left a word of advice in a serious voice.

"Yes, you must work hard, Dusk Police Department."

The small abacus in his heart crackled, but Katsumi Uehara, who was still silent on his face, saw that he had achieved his goal, and turned around to leave after leaving the uncashable check in the next chapter-

"Ringing ringing!"

Suddenly, the rapid phone rang suddenly, and Katsumi Uehara, who had just turned around, suddenly accelerated the speed of his heartbeat.

"Hello? I'm Twilight. ”

Twilight Thirteen, who picked up the phone, was still pleasant, and the next second, his face changed greatly, and his calloused palm slammed the table, and roared: "What are you talking about?!!! ”

Katsumi Uehara, whose hand had already touched the doorknob of the office, suddenly felt a touch of despair rise in his heart-

It's over, stealing chickens doesn't make a fool of rice......

"Uehara-kun, there is a case, come with me."

Twilight Thirteen, who hung up the phone, noticed Katsumi Uehara who was opening the door, and didn't think much about it, just like he used to greet Sato, Shiratori and others.

“…… Yes, the police department. ”

Katsumi Uehara, who squeezed a few words out of his throat, could only smash his teeth and swallow them in his stomach.

On the bright side, at least now Twilight Thirteen is not the Uehara brother who must shout when something happens.