The guys in the PS book review area are not kidding, the computer is broken, and it is very troublesome to update.

"Ah~~~ It's so sleepy~" Mizumatsu appeared at the crime scene while yawning.

It has been a month since the last Kendo-related case. During this period, the Maori family always operated in Tottori, Yamanashi and Yamagata Prefecture. The crime rate in Tokyo was 30 percentage points lower.

This is the data on all criminal acts including theft, fraud, robbery, etc., 30% is no less.

There are several murder cases in which the search class was forcibly committed by the third department. However, compared with the previous high-IQ crimes that were hard-working, the case without a detective was so simple that it was extremely simple. Sometimes Mizumatsu felt that the murderers were simply pigs' brains. Basically, after the forensic personnel investigated the scene, the murderers could almost surrender.

However, the good times did not last long. When Mizumatsu saw the Maori family at the crime scene again, he was embarrassed to find that he not only did not take medicine, but also did not bring medicine at all, but he did not think he was cute.

Because I don’t know if I will have a headache, Mizumatsu decided to take advantage of the current state of good thinking and quickly get the preparations done.

The first step was to throw Conan out. Mizumatsu walked around Conan as usual and lifted his back collar. Just as he was about to throw him out of the door, Mizumatsu suddenly smelled a strange smell. It was not bad but a sweet fragrance, but a little pungent and familiar smell. It seemed to be wine, but not sake or beer.

"White wine?" Mizumatsu smelled Conan again and turned his head to ask Xiaolan: "Did Conan drink white wine?"

Xiaolan is a little embarrassed. Japanese law prohibits minors from drinking alcohol. When Conan gets serious, she is responsible for drinking white wine. It seems that she can’t help but shout safety education?

Looking closely, Conan not only looked like he had a drink, but also had a cold. Mizumatsu was a little hesitant: Is it not good to throw Conan at this time? After all, on the surface, Conan is just a child. After thinking carefully, Mizumatsu handed him to Xiaolan's hand and pointed at the door. The meaning is very clear.

Xiaolan was not stupid either. She took Conan and turned around and left the room like the owner of the house asked about the guest room. Mizumatsu looked at Uncle Maori with a questioning expression. Xiaolan was also a minor. Speaking of which, he should be Conan's guardian.

Of course, the uncle understood what Mizumaki meant. He curled his lips and pointed at the black-skinned young man who was spinning around the corpse with interest. He complained: "It's all this guy. I'll just pour it on Conan if he talks nonsense. Then he told us it was a white wine. And he followed me here to make trouble."

"Oh? Is this?" Mizumatsu was stunned for a moment. At first he thought this young man was one of the members of this family. After hearing what Uncle Maori said, it seemed that he was following Uncle Maori. So Mizumatsu asked about his identity.

"Hatsuke Heiji," the young man introduced himself, "I am a famous high school student from Kanto..."

"Go out." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mizumatsu. Hattori Heiji had just said the three words of high school student Mizumatsu and asked him to go out.

"What?" Hattori Heiji was stunned for a moment. No one had ever talked to him like this.

"I'll tell you." Mizumatsu responded coldly, as if Hattori Heiji really didn't hear it clearly. "People who have nothing to do with the case should leave the scene and not make trouble or cause trouble. The first thing I found was Mr. Maori to explain the situation."

"You asked me to go out? Do you know who I am?" Hattori Heiji questioned Mizumatsu.

"I don't know, now you go out and you can introduce yourself to me after the case is over, but please don't cause trouble now." Mizumaki looked at Hattori Heiji coldly, a little dissatisfied with the high school detective who stayed at the scene and refused to leave.

The policemen, including Mikako Sato and Mizumatsu, also stared at Hattori Heiji. They naturally stood on Mizumatsu's side and felt no favor with this ungrateful boy, and they did not directly chase people out of politeness.

"My father is the head of the Osaka Prefecture Police Headquarters!" Hattori Heiji was a little angry and said something flamboyantly. In Mizuma's eyes, who hate detectives and even more hate high school detectives, this is simply a model of domineeringness.

"What position are you?" Mizumatsu turned his tone and asked Hattori Heiji.

"Are you an idiot? I said I am a high school student!" Hattori Heiji looked angry at the dai-tou police officer who was inactive.

"Since you're not a policeman, why don't you go out?" No matter what he looked like, Mizumatsu's tone was still cold.

"My father is the minister!" Hattori Heiji was completely out of confidence. He patted the table beside him and shook the stack of books on it.

Mizuma's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Hattori Heiji with a pity, and saw him inexplicably.

Mizumaki no longer paid attention to him and turned his head to his subordinates around him and said, "After the case is closed, remember to contact the police station in Osaka to pick him up. This silly child got lost from Osaka and came to Tokyo. He doesn't know yet."

"Bastard! Of course I know this is Tokyo!" Hattori Heiji understood what Mizumaki meant and roared.

"Oh?" Mizumatsu looked at the other party: "Do you know that this is Tokyo and still making trouble here? Your father is the head minister and Osaka's head minister. Even if he is the mayor of Osaka, he can't take care of me, right?"

As he changed the subject, he said, "You don't have to leave now." After looking at the messy books on the table, Mizumatsu said angrily: "Now you are suspected of destroying the scene and are officially listed as one of the suspects."

"Ah?" Hattori Heiji choked, rolled his eyes away from the table, stayed aside, and did not participate in finding any evidence - he knew very well that the suspect could not participate in solving the case.

Soon the police officers carried out their work step by step, but they looked at Mizumatsu who was transferred by the central command of the room from time to time. After all, they offended a young master of the head of the head. On the surface, the head of the Osaka Prefecture Police Headquarters could not take care of Mizumatsu from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, but it was easy and pleasant to contact a few friends in secret to go to Mizumatsu to pit Mizumatsu, which made people a little worried.

But Mizumatsu didn't care. He was in his fifties together for two lifetimes and was sure that he would have guaranteed nothing this time...

It's a little darker. After all, he is still useful to his superiors now, which is that he offended the Osaka minister. The minister contacted Mizumatsu's superior to wear his shoes, and his superiors would also save him, or he would fool things up in a word.
Chapter completed!