"Dr. Agasa?"

Miwako Sato frowned, she really had a little impression of the name. However, she didn't remember how Katsumi Uehara had anything to do with the kind Dr. Mediterranean, at most she sent a fruit basket to express her gratitude after being discharged from the hospital.

"Yes, that's him. It's hard for you to imagine that there is such a person in this world who can surpass ordinary people's imagination—"

"Wait a minute, you mean, you had a scientific person make a transmitter and a tracker without permission? Or is it the kind that crosses generations?"

The tip of the pink tongue brushed over the slightly dry lips, and Miwako Zuoto, who was familiar with the police manual three hundred times, wrinkled her eyebrows directly into high and low eyebrows.

The man who was really asked was instantly stuck, blinking and pretending to be innocent, and while pretending to be innocent, he subconsciously pinched the rose-red underwear on his hand: "This should be ...... It's not a crime, is it? and it was not used for sin."

"What do you say?"

"If you want me to say it's police-community cooperation. And I didn't want to develop it, I just picked up a ready-made one."

Miwako Sato's face became more and more strange: "Pick up ready-made?"

"Ahem, don't worry about these details, you just need to know that Dr. Asa didn't make these things to commit crimes."

"Of course I believe you, but the question is, when the report is handed in, do you think the big guys will believe our reasoning?"

"Actually, we don't have to write."

「？」

"Look at Zuo Teng, it's just you and me here now." Katsumi Uehara raised his finger and pointed at Zuo Fuji, and then pointed at himself: "Isn't it just the two of us discussing how to write the report?" Dr. Asa has done us such a great favor with this thing, and I can't let his old age be uneasy, right?"

"And how are you going to explain this to that?"

Pacing in front of the man, the woman reached out and took off the glasses on his face and placed them on the bridge of her nose, staring at the red dot on the map of the lens, and the index finger of her right hand occasionally clicked the hidden button on the frame, as if she was playing with some science fiction product.

Seeing this, Katsumi Uehara thought seriously for a moment: "I'm naturally talented and quick-witted?"

Miwako Sato, who was wearing glasses, suddenly glanced at him obliquely: "Huh?"

"Then I have an informant to provide information - ah no, I don't have an informant." Katsumi Uehara bared his teeth, rubbed his chin and suddenly changed his words.

He has only been in the third department for a year, and nearly two-thirds of his working hours in the year except for holidays have never been out of the Metropolitan Police Department office building, and there is a Mao informant.

"Usually lazy." Stopped playing with the glasses, and after taking them off, a smile appeared on the corner of Miwako's mouth: "Lucky for you, I still have a lot of informants on my hands."

"Really?" Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows: "Lend me one? I'll pay you back another day?"

"No problem."

Handing the glasses back to the man, Miwako Sato subconsciously glanced at the underwear that was still pinched by him on his left hand: "How do you feel?"

"It's big."

Shaking his underwear, Katsumi Uehara smiled unabatedly: "Don't say, if no one comes to make trouble, I'm really looking forward to whether she will *** me at night, and whether I will be as good as a jade is a big problem." ….

"You're still proud?"

Miwako Zuoto, who took a bag of evidence and took her underwear and sealed it inside, said with a smile: "Do you want to wait until you get back and let you continue the unfinished interrogation?"

"It's not impossible, I'm the worst at refusing."

Putting on the tracking glasses with one hand, the smile on Katsumi Uehara's lips gradually became a little sharp: "Now, it's time for us to be invited to this carnival party."

A minute later.

"Police! I'm Zuoto, and I have an informant who has found Chris Binyard's tracks! At the moment, the other party is fleeing in the direction of Okuho Town!"

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"Bang!

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Okuho Town, in an alley.

After stunting a passer-by with a simple helmet, Belmode took off his coat and trousers and put them on himself, piggybacking on his hands and changing his shoes.

Conan, who was hiding in the distance, was holding a skateboard in one hand and constantly adjusting the observation distance of the tracking glasses with the other, until he saw the target change his clothes and walk out of the alley to change his clothes, then he took out his mobile phone and turned out Katsumi Uehara's number-

"Hey?"

"Uehara, where have you been?"

"It's not far from the destination, I stopped on the map, did she change her clothes?"

"Ah, yes, she made a long detour to Okuho just to be safe. You're right, if I don't keep up, you won't be able to do anything if you have a transmitter sewn into your suit."

Conan, who noticed that Belmode walked to a nearby parking lot to pick the door lock, and skillfully drove away a new car, slowly lowered the slideboard, estimated the distance, and waited for a while before stepping on the skateboard and setting off: "She found a random man near a suburban alley in Okuho Town, knocked him unconscious and changed his clothes, and now the route should be to go back to Rice Flower Town."

"Understand, keep up with it, don't be noticed, and keep me informed if there's a change. The police are currently on the back foot, and you are the only hope, don't pull your hips and don't be impulsive."

"Understood, I'll keep my distance from her. Oh yes, she changed to a passerby's white Mercedes with a license plate number of ......."

Hanging up the phone, Conan, who was stepping on a skateboard, suppressed the excitement in his heart, slowly exhaled a breath, and hung far behind the target vehicle.

With the presence of tracking glasses, he can completely track behavior at ultra-long distances.

At the same time, on the police car.

Miwako Zuoto, who was driving the car, saw her partner hang up the phone, and couldn't help but be curious: "Didn't you say that you have no informant, who is this?"

"Ever heard of the ragtag army on Baker Street?" Katsumi Uehara, who was turning his phone, turned his head to look out the window, stroked his chin with one hand, and chuckled.

"Baker Street? Who? Sherlock Holmes?" Miwako Zuoto was puzzled, what is this?

"The detective team that appeared in the Sherlock Holmes series is composed of street children who have helped Holmes a lot."

Fake Junior Detective Corps: Make up the number of three small;

The real Junior Detective Corps: Detective Conan.

Katsumi Uehara felt as if he had figured out how to use Conan's instructions correctly.

"Street children?"

Instinctively, Miwako Sato thought of Katsumi Uehara's background in a welfare home, opened her mouth, and finally didn't continue to ask: "So, you are Sherlock Holmes?"

"What so...... I actually prefer Brother Quinn." Seeing the route and address on the new email, Katsumi Uehara pouted: "Make a U-turn at the next intersection, let's take a shortcut."

"Who is Brother Quinn?" Miwako Zuoto, who raised her turn signal, raised her eyebrows.

"You don't know?"

"Should I know?"

"Next time you come to my house, I'll make up for you."

Chirping!

In response to Katsumi Uehara, it was Miwako Sato's sudden sudden braking drift.

The wheels of the car were almost smoking on the road, and the man's face was still not the slightest discomfort.

Nearly two hours later, Belmode, who had made a detour for an unknown number of times, finally returned to the stronghold of the organization where Gin and the others were.

Sleepless dreams