"If you're going to say that, I don't think there's any reason to refuse."

After sitting in silence for a while, Katsumi Uehara's moist tongue brushed his lips, smiled and kicked the stone in front of the tip of his shoe, looking up at the starry sky in the distance.

The back is slightly bowed, and the spirit is flying.

"So, we're on a consensus?"

Shiratori raised his left hand and slapped the back of his hand on his chest, smiling joyfully.

"Sort of, but I have to warn you in advance, no matter what you find, you have to tell me first, and we will discuss the corresponding countermeasures together, don't act on your own." Speaking of business, Katsumi Uehara said with a serious expression.

"No problem." Shiratori patted his chest and promised, "You can rest assured that I will never joke with my life." What do I need to check first? ”

"Karasuma Consortium."

"What did you say?"

"Karasuma Consortium."

Katsumi Uehara slowly stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks with his hand, and repeated: "You heard me right. ”

“……”

This was explosive news, and it almost burned Shiratori Renzaburo's brain.

What level of existence is the Karasuma Foundation?

It was an old chaebol that had completed the hegemony between the Suzuki Foundation and the apex of the Japanese consortium, and whether it was financial resources, power or network, it is now a mystery.

As one of the best sons in the contemporary Japanese consortium circle, even Shiratori Renzaburo himself is extremely unfamiliar with this Karasuma consortium.

Many people in the outside world are rumoring that the Karasuma Group is in decline and the international strategy is unbalanced, so the sense of existence has weakened significantly in recent decades, and the assets in Japan have shrunk step by step. But only those in their circle of consortia know that the Karasuma Consortium has just been broken into pieces.

When he heard rumors about the Karasuma Foundation in the past, he had asked his father out of the instinct of a police officer, but the reply he received was that he should not take care of the things that should not be done.

Thinking of this, Shiratori Ren Saburo subconsciously swallowed his saliva: "Uehara, do you want to say that this mysterious black-clothed organization was funded and established by the Karasuma Foundation?" ”

"Well, the person who created and ran this distillery is named Karasuma Renya."

——？！

Katsumi Uehara nodded, and the shocking news, like a thunderbolt from the sky, completely stunned Shiratori.

It was a big man of the last century, according to the official eulogy of the Karasuma Foundation, who had been buried forty years earlier, and his father had attended the funeral of Karasuma Renya.

Considering that an old man should not have so much time and energy to build a network of relationships and such a large scale of the underworld, this winery should have been established when he was not so old. That is, it may have been around for almost a century???

Shiratori Ren Saburo unconsciously reached out and grabbed his hair, obviously unable to digest this shocking information for a while.

"So, who's running this organization now? Descendants of Hanya Karasuma? I don't think I heard of any descendants of him. ”

"I don't know, it may be a descendant of Karasuma Renya, or it may be a professional manager." Katsumi Uehara bit his lip and said word by word: "The biggest possibility is himself." ”

"It can't be!"

The white bird jumped to his feet with a "whoosh", but fortunately there was no one around, and because the manor was too large, his exclamation did not attract anyone's attention: "He died forty years ago, and when he died he was a dying old man."

"If he's still alive, how old is he now? 140 years old? 160 years old? Or 180 years old? How could humans live that long. ”

"Humans can't live, but what if there is medicine?"

Anyway, after checking that no one was around, Katsumi Uehara did not shy away from the existence of Aptx-4869, and informed him of all this series of things.

Shiratori Ren Saburo, whose worldview was severely impacted, mixed garlic with his heels, stumbled and almost fell to the ground, his brows tightly locked.

"Remember to keep it a secret, Shiratori, I've only told you about it, and I don't even know about the Dusk Police Department." Katsumi Uehara reached out and patted his friend's shoulder and sighed.

“…… Well, I see, I'll keep my mouth shut. ”

Shiratori, who had only come back to his senses after a long pause, took a deep breath and took several deep breaths in a row, which suppressed the heart in his chest that was beating rapidly with horror: "I will investigate the matter of the Karasuma Foundation in secret." ”

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much about Karasuma Renya."

Katsumi Uehara, who had one hand in his pocket, smiled and said in another direction: "For us now, compared to the Karasuma Foundation in the open, we are in the shadows.

"We don't need to investigate the connection between Karasuma and the distillery right away, we just need to point the finger at the people who are now at the helm of the Karasuma consortium and the board members. If you can get a piece of the Karasuma consortium, I don't think they should be clean under their butts.

"Check slowly, don't be too anxious, after all, it's not just us who are eyeing the winery, the public security, FBI, CIA, MI6, CSIS, BDN and other institutions are also staring at it, we don't need to expose ourselves to the sun."

“…… Uehara, how did you know so much? ”

"Shiho Miyano told me before he died, on the condition that I help settle her sister."

When Katsumi Uehara said this, Shiratori thought of the figure that had been sent to the hospital and was covered with tubes all over his body, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Damn the Karasuma Consortium.

The fist is hard.

"I see, it's more convenient for me to line up with Karasuma, leave it to me."

Katsumi Uehara didn't pretend anymore, and gave him a punch with a smile: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome."

Shiratori, who understood what he meant, accepted it calmly, patted his friend on the shoulder and sighed with emotion: "Now I'm a bit like the policeman I dreamed of when I was a child, fighting the darkness with my own ability." You may not believe it, but the reason why I wanted to be a police officer when I was a child was because of Sato. ”

"Really?"

Katsumi Uehara, who talked about his girlfriend, glanced at him and pouted, "Not necessarily. ”

Although he doesn't remember why Shiratori aspired to be a police officer when he was a child, he knows one thing very well, that is, Shiratori recognized the wrong person and mistook Sato for his first love.

That's outrageous.

However, considering that Chiba next door also seems to have a green plum......

Well, forget it, it's normal.

"Alright, let's go, it's almost dark. After blowing out the birthday candles for the old man, I will report to him about the situation, and I will almost go home. What about you? ”

Uehara, who walked towards the main entrance of the villa with his hands in his pockets, regained his hangy appearance, took out a box from his pocket, flew two pieces of chewing gum into his mouth and chewed.

"I have to be late, there are some business matters, and my dad asked me to explain it to Chairman Nagato in private."

"Okay, Miwako and I went to have a candlelit dinner after work, and there were no light bulbs."

“…… Katsumi Uehara! ”

"Huh?! Huh! Calm down! Calm down! Shiratori, you're a cop-"

Under the surprised gaze of many servants along the way, after being tied around the neck and fighting all the way upstairs, the two of them did not stop until the front of the Nagato bedroom on the third floor, and each of them calmly breathed and tidied up their clothes-

"Happy birthday, President Nagato."

"Happy Birthday, Dad~~"

"Happy birthday, President~"

“…………”

In the huge bedroom, everyone who has obviously celebrated a round is full of joy, cutting cakes and sharing the joy of the birthday star.

The kind-hearted Mao Lilan couldn't help but light up when he saw Uehara and Shiratori coming back together, and beckoned to the two: "Officer Uehara, Officer Shiratori, have you seen Mr. Nagato Hideto?" ”

"Hasn't he been in the bedroom all the time, I haven't seen him move the nest, what's wrong?" Katsumi Uehara was a little strange.

"Mr. Nagato Hidetomi didn't come over to eat the cake, and Mr. Guangming has already gone to look for him." Conan, who was holding a piece of cake and eating and drinking, had a somewhat cute temperament, which made Uehara not hold back, and rubbed his hands.

Not to mention, it feels really good.

Mori Kogoro has made a great contribution.

"Bright has been gone for so long and there has been no response, I'll call-"

On the side of the bedroom, a woman who was relatively unfamiliar with Katsumi Uehara dialed the phone and pressed the speakerphone.

After a while, Nagato's voice came out of the earpiece—

Only this time, it's a scream!

Set the bowl~

(End of chapter)