Conan: Open the Door, I’m a Policeman

Mizumayuki tapped on the door of Manager Matsumoto's office lightly. The rhythm was steady and brisk. After the sound of "please come in" came from inside, he opened the door and walked in.

"It's Mizuma, what's the matter?" Manager Matsumoto glanced up, then lowered his head and continued his work, as if he was busy with a lot of work, or he didn't like to pay attention to Mizumayuki.

Mizumayuki has already been like this. Manager Matsumoto's habit is like this. Even if the police chief arrives at this time, he will not stop working.

"Administrator, I'm here to ask about my vacation..." Mizumayuki said with a philistine smirk, and a tail could be faintly seen wagging behind her buttocks.

"Vacation? Do you want to ask for leave?" Manager Matsumoto looked like he didn't know anything. After hearing this, he checked the computer on his desk and told Mizumayuki: "Your accumulated vacation has twelve days. If you're on vacation, go to the Department of Human Resources, you don't need to look for me. But there's a very difficult case recently. I hope elites like you don't ask for leave if they don't have anything important, of course, if it's a very important matter. It's up to you to measure yourself."

Looking at the appearance of Matsumoto's manager, Mizumayuki was almost petrified. He thought that the vacation might even be ruined because of Narita Misa's incident. But I only imagined that the manager might pretend to tell him that he didn't take leave for some reason, but I never thought that the manager Matsumoto would use such a bad means of pretending to be stupid with him.

Forget it, anyway, I came here to try my luck, it doesn't matter... Thinking of this, Mizumayue said in general: "No, I don't ask for leave, just ask." Turning and leaving.

"Wait," Manager Matsumoto called out Tsuki Mizuma, "because of the chain of cases in the past few days, the Metropolitan Police Department has now decided to gather the policemen from all over the country and hold a case discussion meeting, and then invited the famous detective Maori Xiao. As a consultant, Goro should be quite familiar with him, so you can take care of him."

"What, what?" Mizumayue asked in disbelief, her eyes widened.

"I told you to receive Kogoro Mouri. You two often meet at the crime scene, right? You should be quite familiar with each other." Manager Matsumoto took it for granted.

Seeing that the other party was still pretending to be stupid, Mizumayuki couldn't say much. He wasn't the kind of person who would pat the manager's desk and say, "I don't agree!" Then he patted his chest and said, "I can take the case It's all done! No need for a detective!" The hot-blooded idiot, as a people's policeman with a mature mind for two generations, he always takes the lead in everything he does, and he is foolproof, and he must not joke about public safety.

So Mizumayuki just said that he knew, and then turned around and went out.

But as soon as she walked out of the office, Mizumayue couldn't hide her loss, and walked with her head drooping down.

However, the Matsumoto administrator asked him to receive Mouri Kogoro. What was this for?

Mizuma hates detectives to the extreme, and everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department who knows Mizuma Yue knows about it at the same time. Is it disgusting to send Mizuma Yue to receive Mouri Kogoro as a "punishment"? Or send Mizumayuki to toss Maori Kogoro?

Mizumayuki felt that it was impossible to send herself to embarrass Kogoro Mouri. If she wanted to embarrass others, why would she invite them? Get off the horse? Aren't you afraid that others will turn around and leave?

As for punishing yourself? ·Mizamazuki thinks it's impossible. Although the story of Narita Misa has something to do with her, it's not necessarily related, and she doesn't make a mistake. It's enough to be the scapegoat, not to wear small shoes for herself. ?

What's more annoying is that the day after tomorrow is the Qixi Festival, and I don't know what big scene is waiting for me.

The purpose of Conan World is to make more troubles every festive season. Now, where is this serial murder case? It must be just an appetizer. A group of lunatics from the clothing organization also used gunships to shoot down the Tokyo Tower.

"You can't be passive and lazy!" Mizumayue stretched her waist, "If you want to spend the Qixi Festival well, you have to redouble your efforts to resolve or kill the incident in advance."

"What are you trying to kill?" Miwako Sato's voice sounded from behind, startling Mizuma Yue.

"Of course it is to sort out the correlation between the serial cases and kill the murderer's next action!" Mizuma Yue replied with a bright smile.

"Um~ Come on."

"Come on!" The two smiled at each other.

At night, an ordinary cheap blue car that can no longer be ordinary was driving on the viaduct, and the driver turned out to be the police officer Jiang Gu Ling.

There was only one passenger in the car, an aunt who was nearly fifty years old, still wearing a cleaning uniform.

If Mizumayuki or other police officers were here, they might be surprised to find out that the aunt was the sweeping aunt of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"Auntie," whispered to Jianggu Ling, "Thanks to your cooperation the night before yesterday, I was so smooth."

"It's just a little effort, UU reading www.uukanshu.com You have also seen that I have a friend in the Metropolitan Police Department who has a 'very good relationship'." Jiang Gu Ling said casually.

"Really? But if I'm not mistaken, your 'good friend' has caused a lot of trouble for Gin." Aunt Cleaning said, a strange light flashed in her cloudy eyes.

"Oh? Maybe it's a misunderstanding. After all, he is a very conscientious and responsible police officer." Jiang Gu Ling changed the subject at will: "If the police of the Metropolitan Police Department know that the famous Chris Wynyard actually gave them to them. Sweeping the floor, I don't know if it will stunned my jaw."

"It wasn't because of sweeping the floor that I realized that the underground air raid shelter of the Metropolitan Police Department has a lot of mystery." Sweeping aunt, now she is going to call her Belmod, Belmod said.

"Oh? What's the mystery? I'm very curious." He said curiously, Jiang Gu Ling's expression was still calm and calm.

"Secret." Belmod hadn't taken off Aunt Sweeper's mask, and the half-old face smiled with some horror.

"Is it a secret that Belmod asked why he had to sweep the land for a month?" Jiang Gu Ling didn't seem to have seen that terrifying and disgusting scene.

"It's very simple, because you can only get paid after working for one month." The voice sounded very girly and naughty, but that naughty expression appeared on Belmod's face now, tsk tsk tsk...

"Hahaha! As expected of Lord Belmod, it is rumored that only the Lord in the organization knows what Belmod is thinking, and it really lives up to its reputation." Jiang Guling laughed heartily.

Somewhere in the distance, a young man who looked like a high school student took off his earphones and complained to himself, "What a month, from the second day onwards, you are forcing me to sweep the floor!"