When Matsuda arrived at the Police Station again the next day, he received a warm reception from Yumichan.

"Hehe, Matsuda, you were very famous yesterday. The bosses of the Metropolitan Police Department knew about the search for Matsuda Geohei." When Yumi saw Matsuda, she seemed to be a little bee that smelled nectar. She flew to Matsuda and started buzzing non-stop.

"Is that true?" Matsuda lowered his head and waved his head and posed, then restrained his voice cords and said in a low voice: "Mr. Matsuda Police Department, is it still far away?"

"Hahaha!" Yumi was so funny that she covered her stomach and laughed, abandoning all her image and temperament: "Matsuda, you haven't figured out your situation yet."

"What situation can I have?" Matsuda waved his hand indifferently: "Isn't it just being late? This flaw cannot cover up my excellent reasoning ability. Ah! Matsuda Hatsuhei, the savior of the Japanese police, please praise me for your kindness."

"Haha, no, no. Matsuda, I must admit that you are a strange flower in the Metropolitan Police Department." Yumi leaned against the wall and slugged for a long time before returning to normal: "Did you say something you shouldn't say yesterday? Now the entire Metropolitan Police Department has spread, and the words in the past were unhappy. Now the bosses in various departments and classes have resentment towards you."

"What shouldn't be said?" Matsuda thought hard: "No, I have such a good moral character."

"Oh." You know that Matsuda's virtue was forgotten. Yumi shook her head and said, "I'm desperate, I'm desperate about the efficiency of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Ga!" Matsuda seemed to be trampled on his tail by an elephant: "Did they only remember this sentence?"

"Of course not." Seeing Matsuda's reaction return to expectations, Yumi said comfortably: "Don't worry, no one will forget your continuous late record."

Matsuda covered his injured heart and lowered his head: "Is this the legendary master of high moral integrity?"

"Hehe, it's a mediocre person not to be jealous of others. Matsuda Jun wants to be more open-minded." As soon as Yumi successfully achieved his goal, he would not continue to get entangled with Matsuda.

Hum, Hum. Matsuda watched Yumichan, who was caring for him, leave. Thinking about his great spirit of getting up early in the morning, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"So what's wrong, Matsuda?" Sato saw Matsuda enter a lesson and sat in his chair with a gloomy face. He didn't speak or sleep. It was very unusual, so he walked over and asked.

"Sato, wuwu." Matsuda heard Sato's concerning voice, and all his grievances surged in his heart for a moment, and then squeezed out a few tears, pretending to be very hurt and hugged Sato's slim waist.

Because Matsuda was sitting and Sato was a lot taller than him, Matsuda naturally put his face on Sato. It was natural, well, of course Matsuda took it for granted and felt it was natural.

"Touch!" Sato knocked a guy who had committed adventurousism to the ground, then clapped his hands and left.

"Yo! It hurts." When Matsuda hugged his head and was about to get up, a burst of murderous aura came from behind him and told him that he should not stay here for a long time.

"Go up! Beat him." "You dare to invade Miss Sato, you must not let him go!"...

Before they rushed over, Matsuda rushed out at a speed that exceeded the limit of humanity. The door of a lesson was pushed open. Haha, God really helped me. Matsuda kept keeping his feet, so I couldn't remember that someone opened the door, which was naturally common sense that someone wanted to come in.

With a "touch", Matsuda hit something and was bounced to the ground. He rubbed his head and was about to look up when he heard a loud shout: "What are you doing, Matsuda!!!"

Matsuda didn't get up, turned around, half rolled and half climbed under his table, covered his chair, and muttered in his mouth: "I can't see me, I can't see me..."

Seeing Matsuda's unreliable appearance, the uncles in Yishu dispersed as if they didn't recognize him.

And Megu said angrily and amusedly: "Matsuda, today the Matsumoto management official called our first class elite operator to take over this robber incident." The four words "elite operator" were particularly heavy.

Seeing the end of the crisis, Matsuda climbed out, bent down and said, "No problem, leave it to me."

"Ah~~~" Matsuda leaned on the table with his right hand leaning on his head: "So it turns out that I want me to do this."

The teenage detective group under Matsuda's nose lined up and sat next to Matsuda's desk. When Yuanta heard Matsuda's words, he immediately said dissatisfiedly: "We are the teenage detective group!"

"Ah haha!" Matsuda's eyelids twitched, and then said, "Okay, the Youth Detective Group, tell me what happened yesterday in detail."

"Yesterday, Yuanta's signature of the Mask Superman was thrown into the department store..." said Mitsuhiko.

"Then, then we went to find the signature of Mask Superman..." Ayumi said.

"The robber gang was discovered..." Yuan Tai said.

The young detectives were upset when they said it one by one, and Matsuda patted the table: "Okay, stop talking! I know the general situation." Then he pointed at Conan, who was hiding aside, and said: "You! You say."

"Me!" Conan asked tenderly, hey, why did he come to me?

"Yes, it's you, sit down on me and tell me what happened yesterday." Matsuda said seriously.

Conan, who was sitting next to him and hiding far away, had no choice but to come over and tell Matsuda about his passing.

After writing for a while, Matsuda stopped: "Stop for a while, your hands are sore. It's so hard to be a policeman." Although he complained, Matsuda still got up to get the paper cup and poured one cup for the little ghosts.

Sitting back on the chair again, Matsuda shook his right hand, looked down at the transcript, and suddenly sighed: "Hey, Conan, we seem to meet frequently recently?"

"Yes, Officer Matsuda." Conan replied in a crisp voice. Hehe, do you think I really want to see your face?

"To be honest." Matsuda Shen mysteriously approached Conan's ear: "Don't you have to go and worship, please wash it with some gods, holy water?"

"What does it mean?" Conan looked at Matsuda suspiciously.

"You have been there in these days as long as it is a troublesome incident. I thought it was gross profit. It is not easy for us to be a policeman. Can we make it easier for a few days?" said Matsuda.

"Officer Matsuda, how can you push such a thing on a child?" Conan resisted the urge to rush up and punch him.

"I'm actually for your own good." Matsuda still said: "Look, if it's just Maori, it's okay. He's an adult after all. Now you can get these children into such a dangerous incident. Otherwise, you can take a leave this month and hide at home...Oh!"

As Matsuda covered his head, Sato's voice came from the top of his head: "Matsuda, how can you blame a child for such a thing?"

Matsuda turned around and looked at Sato resentfully. Sato bent down and greeted the little ghosts kindly: "Hello, kids, you are the young detective group that captured the robber gang last night."

"Yes, big sister." Ayumi replied.

"Ah haha, children nowadays are really good at speaking. A big sister makes others feel happy." Matsuda vented his dissatisfaction just now.

Sato didn't look at him, stretched out his legs and lifted Matsuda's chair, then turned around and left gorgeously: "Hey, my sister still has work to do. I'll see you in the future, everyone from the Young Detective Group."

Matsuda got up from the ground in a panic, held the chair, and then said angrily: "Damn it! I want to complain to the General Affairs Department, the chairs are so poor!"

"Hey, Officer Matsuda, why don't you go to find the big sister just now?" Conan added fuel to the fire.

"I don't need you, a little devil, to do anything!" Matsuda was indeed burned by watering. He grabbed Conan and rubbed his hands constantly on his face.

Humph, he is really a ungrateful guy. Conan held his big face and hid in the corner to draw circles.

When Matsuda calmed down, she continued to take notes. After writing for a while, Matsuda stopped again and stared at Conan quietly.

When Matsuda knew that Conan was feeling scared and was almost under the table with his head down, he said angrily: "It's all that guy, Matsumoto Management Officer! Otherwise, how could such a thing be stuck on me? Hey, Conan, do you think if you secretly tie you to his office, will he cause any trouble? Well, it's worth doing. I hope he can meet the Star River Fleet and take him to the other side of the Milky Way to feed the bugs."

"How could I know?" Conan weakly stopped Matsuda, who became more and more excited as he spoke, and became less and less boundless. Hey, what do you think of me?

"Ha~~~How about sending him to the duel with Komela?" Matsuda said disappointed.

"Don't look for me in this kind of thing!" Conan screamed in anger.

"Shouldn't you blame you for this kind of thing?" Matsuda grabbed Conan again and began to ravage him: "If you didn't go to the department store last night, I should have been living a stable life now, and I wouldn't have been deliberately dealt with by the management officer. Tell me that you are only seven years old, seven years old! Can't you do what a seven-year-old child should do!"

"Let me go! Let me go!" Conan struggled.

"It's okay to let go of you. You have to admit your mistake to me and say I'm wrong. I will do what I should do." Matsuda shouted. He didn't notice at all that he and Conan were too loud, and they were watching the two of them throughout the lesson.

This, this bastard! Memu held the information in his hand hard and suppressed the urge to throw them on Matsuda's head. He still said he didn't know what face means?

"Let me go, let me go, I'll say." Conan surrendered helplessly. After being put down by Matsuda, he bowed reluctantly: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Okay, now you go to the wall and count from one hundred to one loudly against the wall." Matsuda looked at Conan who bowed his head and surrendered, and his mood calmed down slightly, and his distantness also reduced a lot.

ps: Regarding decadence, we can change the vocabulary, such as bohemianism. I don’t like to abandon Conan’s theme too much, such as the justice that Shinichi insists on. No matter how I think about it, I can’t think of a reason to kill. In fact, it’s better to be relaxed. I suddenly found that it seemed that I just changed the name of the Dragon Armor to Matsuda Ge. Ogihara Kenji actually had no social relationship with Matsuda. Ogihara Kenji died seven years ago, and Matsuda traveled through time three years ago. This is just to make Matsuda’s personality change logically, and Matsuda’s predecessor was set as a mercenary, a cold murder machine. The sudden change in the living environment, coupled with the incident three years ago, made Matsuda determined to be a good policeman, complete self-salvation, and live in the sun again.
Chapter completed!