Chapter 862: Don’t Talk About Money, It Hurts Feelings (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

The White Horse Police Chief stood in front of the blinds, with his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery downstairs through the grille, sweating profusely.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly and darkly, and the whole office was filled with an extremely hot atmosphere.

He could still hear grumbling coming from downstairs.

In the dog days of sweltering summer, the power was outage due to line maintenance in the area of ​​the Metropolitan Police Department, and all electrical appliances were paralyzed, including the air conditioner of 'Save the Metropolitan Police Department'.

Without air conditioning, the Metropolitan Police Building turned into a sweltering steamer. Everyone thought they were the fat monk who was kidnapped by monsters and was waiting for his three disciples to come to his rescue.

Even though he was sweating profusely, the White Horse Police Director did not complain. He thought...

Calm and naturally cool.

In primitive society, without air conditioning, would it be possible to survive differently?

I really don't know what the coddled police officers downstairs are complaining about.

While thinking about it, he took out a frozen hard popsicle from the incubator on the table, tore open the wrapping paper and bit off a piece.

The importance of air conditioning, in the minds of Megure Thirteen and others, is probably the same as that of Kudo Shinichi. After all, they are all saviors!

Boom!

There was a knock on the office door. The White Horse Police Director's body was shaken, and with a flick of his wrist, the popsicle drew a graceful arc in the air and fell accurately into the trash can.

The next second, he hid the incubator under the table, sat upright in front of the desk, and picked up documents and pens.

"Enter."

squeak

"Old Ma, is there a power outage here?"

Carrying the portfolio bag, Sakaki walked into the office first, with sweat on his face.

The White Horse Police Chief's office is on the top floor, and the elevator cannot be used. They have to take the stairs to go up. Climbing stairs in the sweltering summer is not to mention how refreshing it feels.

"Oh, it turns out to be brother Sakaki Makoto."

Seeing that it was Sakaki Makoto who was visiting, the Hakuba police chief breathed a sigh of relief and stopped pretending. He took out the thermos box from under his desk and came to the sofa:

"Today we suddenly received a notice that the power lines in the surrounding area are aging and need to be repaired and replaced. It is expected to last for three days."

"No wonder there was a lot of crying and howling downstairs, and everyone was clamoring to go out to work."

The three of them sat on the sofa, pulled their collars, and saw the cold mist rising slowly in the incubator. It was filled with ice cubes, and among the ice cubes, there were various kinds of Ice cream, including curry curry-kun (soda flavor), the national ice cream that is well-known in Japan.

"My little life is going well."

Sakaki glanced at the Hakuba Police Director with deep meaning:

"Eating alone?"

"Ahem. Public funds are tight recently and I am poor. This is a private purchase for me."

Hakuba Police Chief kept his eyes on the file bag in Sakaki's hand. He knew that Sakaki was coming to deliver Thomas Sindora's bribery information today, and he had been looking forward to it for a long time.

Compared to bribe files, what are a few ice cream bars?

If Sakaki is willing, the Hakuba police chief can buy all the ice cream in a convenience store and give it to him in exchange for files.

"Xiao Ai, Conan, don't be polite to Lao Ma, his things are our things."

Sakaki Cheng didn't regard himself as a guest at all. This time he was doing "voluntary" labor. Did he get paid?

No!

The only good thing is that I found out a lot of inside information about Karasuma Renya, and...

I saw what Miss Miyano looked like when she was a child.

Miss Miyano and Conan took out ice cream from the insulator. The Hakuba police chief personally took out a few empty cups and took out a bag of iced grape-flavored iced fruits. It was actually fruit-flavored ice cubes with sparkling water. , it becomes a simple iced drink.

"Please drink."

The Hakuba police chief pushed the cup in front of Sakaki with a hint of attentiveness, with a smile on his face:

"I heard, bro, you've got the bribe list?"

The hot weather always makes people restless, so the White Horse Police Director simply got to the point.

"Right here."

Sakaki Cheng raised the thick file bag in his hand, waiting for a price:

"Oh, Ma, you don't know how much effort we put into this list. Jack the Ripper is not a good person, and Professor Moriarty is not easy!"

"I understand, I understand."

Sure enough, a few ice creams couldn't kill him. The White Horse Police Director sighed inwardly, stood up and took out an envelope from the desk drawer:

"Old rules, 500,000, this is my private entrustment, it won't go into public accounts."

"I can't accept this money."

Facing the envelope containing 500,000 Japanese dollars, Sakaki was uncharacteristically serious and said:

"We are all friends, how can we charge money for doing things for our friends?"

"puff!"

Conan, who was tasting ice-cold grape sparkling water, couldn't hold it back and squirted it out.

He didn't have time to wipe the water stains from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Sakaki with a shocked face and eyes full of horror.

When the geese pass by, the feathers are plucked, and when the beasts leave, the skin is left behind by Sakaki Makoto

When did you change your temper?

Don’t want money?

Are you sure it's not Kidd pretending to be?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was. Conan quietly reached out his hand and explored Sakaki's cheek, intending to tear off that hateful mask.

result

Snap!

As soon as his hand reached halfway, he was shot down ruthlessly by Sakaki Makoto.

"Don't want money?"

The Hakuba police chief thought Sakaki was too young and said:

"You can add more."

"No need."

Sakaki still insisted:

"It's too vulgar to express gratitude with money. I just read Jin Ping Mei recently and found that friends still need to communicate with each other."

"Wait a minute, is Jin Ping Mei talking about friendship?"

"It's not important. What's important is that I've come to my senses!"

With a stern face, Makoto Sakaki put the file bag on the table in a very serious manner:

"Please put yourself in my shoes, Lao Ma. I feel your car feels good when I drive it."

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The truth was revealed. Miss Miyano smiled knowingly. She had guessed that things were not that simple.

People who play the emotional card must have big plans.

The value of a car is much more than 500,000 yuan.

"Brother, the car you drive is a public bus. You can't use it privately!"

Superintendent Hakuba withdrew his hand in dismay:

"Let's pay more."

"I remember that the Metropolitan Police Department wanted me to be the leader of a special investigation team before?"

Recalling the old things, Makoto Sakaki suddenly talked about the case of Kamikawa Minamio a few months ago.

"Hmm?"

Superintendent Hakuba was stunned for a moment:

"That's true, but didn't you refuse?"

"I just refused to join the Metropolitan Police Department, but I didn't say I wouldn't help the Metropolitan Police Department solve cases."

Sakaki Makoto smiled and said:

"I know a talented person and I'm willing to recommend him to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"This person is called Yoshino Nobuo. He is strong and sweet-mouthed. The key is that he is loyal and keeps his mouth shut. He is definitely a rare talent."

"Old Ma, you can let him be the leader of the special investigation team, and then assign this car to him, and I will be his driver."

Superintendent Hakuba counted these complicated relationships with his fingers, and finally found out.

"After all, this car is still yours!!!"