Chapter 2470 2482 [Diagnostic Report]
Vodka was just about to ask some questions, but at this moment, he received a diagnosis letter saying "follow-up consultation is recommended".
Vodka looked at the diagnosis in his hand, then at the worried doctor across from him: "......?"
...Wait, what are you writing? I have a mental problem? What could be wrong with me!
in addition……
"Why is the doctor's signature 'Montenegro'?" Vodka suspected that the doctor was the one with mental problems, "Isn't your name Shirai?"
"Doctor Shirai has something urgent to do and is not here." The gentle-looking doctor picked up the thermos cup and took a sip of the hot water with wolfberries in it. He smiled and said, "Please rest assured. Although it may sound like bragging, my medical skills are not worse than his. My name is Heishan, and it's nice to meet you."
“…”
As if struck by thunder, Vodka suddenly realized.
"No wonder I always feel like I've overlooked something. When I think about it, on the way here, all my thoughts were focused on 'how to see the doctor smoothly' and 'whether there would be sneak attacks from Wuzo around'. But who knew that despite all my precautions, Wuzo didn't put any effort into these two things... He just took the doctor away!"
For a moment, Vodka felt the absurdity of seeing a street performer put a small ball into an upside-down cup, and the three cups were spinning on the table. Just when he was confidently trying to point out which cup the ball was in, the street performer looked up and asked him with a smile, "Please tell me how many times I moved the cups just now."
"...Does he have any moral principles? Does he have any moral principles?" Vodka was furious and cursed in his heart, "And this group of middle-aged doctors in white coats! Not only do they wear the same clothes, but they even have to grow matching nasolabial folds and hairstyles!"
Across from him, the kindly Dr. Montenegro seemed unaware of his irritability: “When will you come over next time?”
Vodka wanted to slam the door and leave, but he was worried that his behavior would be too strange and expose his identity. And think carefully: he is no longer the passerby hidden in the depths of the Internet. He is already a "Mr. Yamada" who has a certain reputation among the police and is well-known to many people... If he dares to get angry at the doctor today, his abnormal behavior may be heard by some unknown policeman tomorrow.
“…”
Thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence: "Damn Uzo..."
As usual, Vodka greeted his dear colleague in his heart, took a deep breath, stood up politely, and left politely.
Back in the car, Ireland came over: "The boring interview is over - what are your plans next?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Vodka showed an indescribable smile.
Ireland:"?"
Under his vigilant gaze.
Vodka turned to him, and in line with the principle that it is better to suffer together than to suffer alone, he happily shared the sad news with his ally with ulterior motives: "Unfortunately, due to the interference of some bastards, the interview task has not been completed. I have to come again later."
Do you want to pick on the weak and get information from me for free?
Oh, there is no such good thing in the world - in this case, before you get the information, just accompany me to feel the pain from Uzo!
Looking at Ireland's slightly twitching eyes, Vodka let out a silent breath and for the first time felt the necessity of this alliance.
…
When the two Black Organization cadres looked at each other in silence.
The other side.
Jiang Xia, holding the fresh murderous aura in his hands, sat in a car borrowed from a courier company. At this time, he had changed into a dark blue uniform given by the courier company as a gift, and wore a matching baseball cap on his head.
Beside him, Inspector Megure looked at him for a moment, a little worried: "You are too famous in Tokyo, what if you are recognized - how about you wait at the Metropolitan Police Department, and I will send you the situation at the scene?"
Jiang Xia shook his head: Even someone as distinctive as Boss Amuro can disguise himself as an ordinary courier boy, so by analogy, he can do it too.
After thinking for a while, he took the newly bought mask and said, "Just put this on."
"Hmm..." Inspector Megure did not insist any further, and obviously felt that Jiang Xia's presence made him feel more at ease.
He glanced outside and his face became serious: "We are almost there - if the dead kidnapper has accomplices, then his accomplices are likely to be monitoring the hostages' families. Be prepared and don't reveal any flaws!"
"yes!"
Several police officers responded seriously, then relaxed their expressions seriously, trying to act normal.
…
Soon, the vehicle stopped in front of a luxurious house.
The police jumped out of the car and took out a heavy cardboard box with a TV logo printed on it. They put the box on a cart and pushed it outside the gate, then Inspector Megure went up and rang the doorbell.
The hostages' families were obviously not in the mood to receive television, and were also confused by the television that was suddenly delivered to their doorstep.
But after all, there was a big TV blocking the door, so whether it was to be received or returned, she had to come forward to deal with it. At the insistence of the "courier", a young lady pressed the electronic switch of the courtyard gate and then carefully opened the door.
"I really didn't order a TV." She said worriedly, "Please take this thing back. I don't have time now..."
Before she finished speaking, her voice suddenly stopped.
"You, you look familiar?" The young rich lady's eyes fell on Jiang Xia's eyes, and a light bulb went off in her head. "It's you! You are..."
Jiang Xia: “…”
Memu Police Department: "Shhh!!"
He stopped the woman from saying anything and handed over the receipt book. Mrs. Domoto lowered her head and saw the fat boy in front of her turn over a page in the receipt book, revealing the police officer's ID underneath.
Mrs. Domoto: “!”
She was stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped back a few steps to open the door: "Well, then you guys come in first."
The employees of the "express delivery company" brought the cartons into the house. Mrs. Domoto was about to close the door when a child suddenly ran over from the yard and said, "Wait!"
Mrs. Domoto was startled and looked at the strange child holding the skateboard: "You are..."
Conan relied on the fact that he was a kid and would not arouse suspicion, so he rushed in and said, "I found what you dropped!"
After successfully sneaking into the house, Conan wiped his sweat and sighed tiredly.
He looked up at Officer Megure gloomily: "..." He actually said something like "Employees of a courier company won't bring children to work", and didn't let him get on the car, but told him to go home and rest... Damn it, you didn't have this attitude when you called me Brother Kudo before.
"You kid..." Inspector Megure didn't expect Conan to follow him. But since he was already here, it would be a bit strange to just drive him away, so he could only sigh and say, "Okay, but you have to behave yourself and don't make trouble."
(End of this chapter)
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