Zongman: Starting from punching in to get Little Doraemon

Your life’s request is really cheap.

Kitahara looked at the message sent by the other party, and his fingers rhythmically pointed on his desk.

Although he is not interested in the party that Suzuki Sonoko said, considering that Maori Land may also go…

Kitahara Shō: Got it, I’ll go over on Saturday.

As the news was sent, Suzuki Sonoko also returned in an instant.

Sonoko Suzuki: Yay!

Sonoko Suzuki: Then I’ll send the address of the villa to Kitahara brother later!

“Why are the female high school students I met recently so active?”

Looking at the message on LINE, Kitahara propped up his cheeks and muttered in a low voice.

Not to mention Nakano Nina, yesterday’s Kasumigaoka Shiwa and now Suzuki Sonoko, they are simply more active than one.

“What high school girl?”

Chiba Kazunobu, who was sitting in front, suddenly turned his head and asked curiously.

Why is your guy so sensitive?

“…… You heard me wrong, where did I say what female high school students? ”

Kitahara glanced at him speechlessly, and then picked up the computer pen next to the table and prepared to write the report to be completed today.

Start fishing!

…………

Work hours in the morning ended quickly.

After completing his own report, Kitahara went out for lunch half an hour earlier, and by the way, he also helped Miwako Sato bring a copy.

After all, after eating lunch in the cafeteria for so many years, it is inevitable that you will feel a little tired.

After finishing Sudoku in the newspaper, he yawned boredly.

Speaking of which, there seems to be no case in recent days.

Recalling the last case he handled, it was the murder case in the medieval art museum, and he has not gone out since then.

Conan’s kid isn’t going to be dead.

Thinking of this, Kitahara looked out the window with lazy eyes, leisurely admiring the sea of clouds surging in the sky

Originally, I thought that after Conan appeared, the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department would be busy.

I didn’t expect it to be quite leisurely.

But that’s not bad… Just right for his fishing life.

As the pointer travels, time slowly passes, and the blue sky gradually turns red like fire.

“Ten minutes to go… ～…”

Kitahara finished his cup of refreshing coffee, and after glancing at the clock on the wall with brown eyes, he turned his gaze to Miwako Sato.

But he had already found an izakaya to go to after work, and now it was ten minutes away.

As if sensing his gaze, Miwako Sato, who was not far away, bit the corner of her lip with a tiger tooth, and the ballpoint pen in her hand also lightly tapped on the table.

I’m going to go to an izakaya with Kitahara.

If you get drunk…

Thinking of the possible plot that might happen later, Miwako Sato’s breathing involuntarily accelerated, and pink slowly appeared on the tips of her ears.

She took a soft breath and pressed to hold back her fluttering heartbeat.

Why think so much, anyway, the relationship between himself and Beiyuan has long been impure.

“What!”

At this moment, a shocked shout suddenly came from Twilight’s office.

“Michihiko Suwa, the producer of Nippon TV, is dead!”

“Or was he shot?!”

“You protect the scene and don’t allow anyone to enter!”

So ah… Why come out with a homicide case when you are off work?

Hearing Twilight’s voice, Kitahara sighed helplessly.

He knew he had to work overtime again tonight.

It doesn’t matter if he works overtime or not, the main thing is that he is preparing to go to an izakaya with Miwako!

At this moment, Twilight Thirteen also walked out of the office, his eyes scanned the crowd, and finally fixed on Kitahara’s body.

“Brother Kitahara, Brother Takagi, and Brother Chiba, the three of you should accompany me on a trip.”

“Yes, Police.” Chiba and Nobu and Takagi immediately replied in full spirit.

“I see, the police department…” said Kitahara weakly.

“That, I’ll go with me.” Miwako Sato glanced at Kitahara Shun, and then said to Twilight XIII.

“Then let’s come together,”

Twilight Thirteen did not refuse, anyway, it was easier for people to find clues on the spot.

As the group of people walked into the elevator, Kitahara looked at Miwako Sato, who was standing beside her, and moved closer to her.

“……”

Sensing his movements, the corners of Miwako Sato’s mouth unconsciously raised and she blinked her eyes at him slightly.

Originally heroic and sassy, she looked very cute at this time.

Miwako’s appearance is really sultry.

He couldn’t help but think. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

…………

Nishitsu TV.

Because the police car was too crowded, he and Miwako Sato came in their own car.

Pushing the car door and walking down, Kitahara followed Twilight XIII into the Nissho TV station.

“Oops~ Long time no see, Twilight Police Department!”

A familiar voice suddenly came, making the corners of Twilight’s mouth twitch, and he held up his round hat, looking at Maori Kogoro speechlessly.

“How is it you again, I can see you every time I go to the crime scene.”

“No way, recently solved a few small cases, so the TV station invited me to participate in the detective interview program, so I came over.”

Maori Kogoro scratched his head, and said with some pride at the corner of his mouth.

It didn’t seem to pay any attention to Twilight’s disgusted gaze.

“They’re them again…”

Kitahara looked at Conan, who was looking for clues in the room, and his eyes subconsciously looked around.

Since Maori Kogoro and Conan are here, doesn’t that mean that Ran is also nearby.

However, after searching through the crowd, he did not see Mao Lilan.

Was she deliberately avoiding me, or did she not come here?

Kitahara pinched his chin lightly, thinking with some uncertainty.

“What are you thinking, so engrossed?”

Miwako Sato touched his arm with her elbow and couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“Did you find any clues?”

“Not yet.”

Kitahara shook his head, and then looked at Conan not far away with a half-squint.

This little devil should know where Xiaolan went.

Thinking of this, Kitahara said hello to Miwako Sato next to him, and then walked behind Conan, slowly half-squatted down, and reached out to touch his head.

“Uh-Brother Kitahara, I’ll leave the murder scene!”

Feeling his head being pressed, Conan turned around and laughed awkwardly.

“Wait, I have something to ask you.”

Kitahara said with a chuckle.

“…… What’s up? ”

Seeing his smile, Conan always felt that it was not a serious question, but he still subconsciously asked.

“Well, tell me where Xiaolan went”

(Ask for flowers, ask for a monthly pass).