"Xinhai-senpai? So that's the train you took."
"Ah, ha." Xin Haikong doesn't know what his relationship is with Shiratori Ninzaburo, senpai? Is his age older than Shiratori, or is his position bigger than Shiratori?
"It hasn't been celebrated Xinhai-senpai's promotion yet." Shiratori stepped forward and stretched out his hand to embrace Xin Haikong.
Xin Haikong took a step back subconsciously, not wanting to be so close to someone he didn't know.
"Huh? Has Xinhai-senpai been promoted again? It deserves to be from the professional group!"
Professional group? Isn't this police identity just given? To avoid too many conversations, he could only pretend to put business first, and simply explained what had just happened to Police Inspector Megure from the police department, and led everyone's attention to the toilet that had not been removed from the bomb.
The other side frantically called the system in his head.
[System, what is the identity of this policeman, what professional group?]
[All plots are the result of the player's choice, and now is the result. As for why such a result occurs, the corresponding plot branch will be opened later to help you obtain the identity you have chosen with your own efforts.]
Xin Haikong frowned, thinking that the system had previously concealed important information, and felt that something was wrong.
[What's the meaning? Will I go back to the previous timeline to go to the police academy? You guys aren't playing the multi-planetary trick, are you?]
[The corresponding plot branch will be opened at an appropriate time. The only thing you need to know as a player is that all your current social background and interpersonal relationships will be the result of your own choices.]
Sound very unreliable.
The bombs are easy to install and easy to remove. Because there is no witness, the police can't do anything about the murderer who installed the bomb. Coupled with the fact that it was discovered in time and did not cause casualties, it is estimated that this incident will soon become one of the mountains of old archives in the Metropolitan Police Department. After all, with the crime rate of Beika Town, I am afraid that this kind of "small case" cannot be taken care of.
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The mild sunlight fell into the room through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and the young man by the window had a sullen face.
But it is probably because of the outstanding appearance, even with a gloomy face, is still pleasing to the eye.
The young man was wearing a long brown coat and an off-white turtleneck sweater, which looked extra gentle. The autumn afternoon sun is no longer as dazzling as summer, making the young and handsome eyebrows more prominent.
Enomoto Asuza is very fortunate that she agreed to Amuro-san's request to replace the working shift today and only had the chance to meet such a handsome guy with good looks. No loss, no loss. But the gentleman had never ordered from the store. She hesitated for a long time before deciding to go forward, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"
"Ah, thank you, a latte please." Xin Haikong raised his head from the document he had been looking at and smiled.
After he finished recording the transcript from the police station, he followed the system's navigation all the way here. The system arranged for his home to be nearby. When he saw the sign of the big detective agency, he was deeply aware of the danger of his current place of residence and decided to be strict in this cafe with a high appearance rate, and by the way to see if Amuro Tooru is here. To judge the current progress of the story.
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How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police Department
FanficA Detective Conan Fanfiction Xin Haikong, an ordinary social animal, unfortunately died suddenly after staying up late again, but was sent to the world of Detective Conan by the system, became a bottle of real wine in the winery, and played a game c...
