My identity as the leader of a black organization was exposed by my wife Shirley

After saying goodbye to Yoko Okino, who was reluctant.

Considering that you may still ask Shirley about the date often in the future,

Shiraishi sent a text message to tell Shiho Miyano about the murder of his idol in the secret room just now, so as not to misunderstand her.

Such a good calendar tool can't be lost.

Then, Shiraishi began to increase his combat power.

With the previous reward, he now has several books of karate experience.

When used in one go, karate skills go straight up to LV3.

According to the evaluation of the system, LV1 is proficient, LV2 is master, and LV3 is grandmaster.

Because he had never fought against anyone, Shiraishi didn't know what his strength was.

Looking at the telephone pole next to the street, Shiraishi had some itchy hands.

"Why don't you give it a try?"

Shiraishi punched the telephone pole.

The pole didn't move.

"Cut!"

"Didn't you say grandmaster-level karate?

It's garbage! "

Shiraishi shook his head helplessly.

If that horned Valkyrie Xiaolan comes, she is guaranteed to break the telephone pole with one punch.

It seems that his strength needs to be improved.

Shiraishi leaves.

Not long after, three elementary school students walked over.

It was Conan's classmates Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Motota.

They are discussing the latest episode of Kamen Superman.

Speaking of excitement, Mitsuhiko put a big move on the telephone pole that was punched by Shiraishi just now.

"Kamen Superman transformation, nirvana!"

Rumble!

The power pole collapsed with a sound.

Mitsuhiko: "??? "

Motota, Ayumi: "!! "

"Kamen Superman's special move is real?!"

"I'll try it too!"

Motota made a wild move at another telephone pole.

And then and eggs,

He was so angry that he crashed into it with a super kill.

The pole didn't move.

"Okay, it hurts!"

Yuan Taiwa, who fell to the ground, cried out.

Detective Agency, evening.

Maorilan is making chocolate.

Conan, who had seen Ran earlier being invited to a Valentine's Day party by a muscular man, was sour.

He wanted to know who Xiaolan made the chocolate for.

So he said tentatively:

"Ah, Sister Xiaolan, you have someone to send chocolates!"

"You're rude,"

Xiaolan turned her head and smiled.

"How could I possibly make chocolate with my own hands if I didn't have a partner?"

"That's right,"

he said

Conan hugged his head, looked to the side, and continued to test a little shyly

"If I'm not mistaken, it shouldn't be that the new brother is coming back."

"Washing machine?"

Xiaolan was stunned

"As soon as you said that, I remembered that there was still this person."

Conan: "??? "

Don't ask, just ask!

Wait a minute!

It's not for me, for whom?

Could it be the muscular man who invited Xiaolan to the party?

No, no!

Conan denied it outright.

Xiaolan won't like that kind of vulgar and stupid man!

There's only one possibility.

The chocolate made by Xiaolan was given to Shiraishi!

That's the best way possible.

Thinking of this, Conan was confused, as if he had missed a hundred million.

But he thought again.

That's not right!

Even if Xiaolan wants to send chocolates to Shiraishi, she doesn't have that time.

Because she's going to that party tomorrow.

And Shiraishi is Jincha, even if it is Valentine's Day, he has to work.

Hey!

Unless there is a dead person at the party tomorrow, Xiaolan will not be able to touch the white stone!

Thinking of this, Conan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, a good party, how can it be so easy to die?

So here's the problem.

If the chocolate made by Xiaolan was not given to Shiraishi, who was it for?

Is it really that muscular man?

Conan was worried and decided to go with him tomorrow.

But he didn't know that tomorrow he would give his first kiss.

The subject is a large muscleman.

The next day.

The Metropolitan Police Department searched the office of the First Division.

Under the envious, jealous and hateful gaze of the Sato guards.

Shiraishi, a newcomer to the police station, continues to get acquainted with the work under the leadership of Miwako Sato, the flower of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"I heard that you helped the popular idol Yoko Okino clear her suspicion yesterday, she expressed her gratitude and gave you her photo album.

Looks like you're very popular with girls. "

Miwako Sato asked with a smile.

In order to stop the development of the two, the male policeman of the Sato fan group told Miwako about it as soon as he got to work.

I just want to tell her: That Baishi, hooking up with a beautiful host and a popular girl idol,

At first glance, he is not a good person, Officer Sato, don't be fooled by him!

Shiraishi looked aggrieved, lied and opened his mouth.

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who will take a photo album and take it home to enjoy?"

"As for being popular with girls, I really didn't notice it.

But since it was Officer Sato who said it, it should be true.

So, I'm also very popular with Officer Sato, right? "

While teasing the beautiful senior, Shiraishi glanced at the colleagues around him who were not working well, but had been paying attention to his colleagues.

A bunch of pig teammates, it's not good to work, but there's a set of small reports!

"Of course I welcome it."

Miwako Sato was not teased by the boy at all, just like a little girl's shy and shy expression,

Instead, he said generously

"Baishi, you are handsome and talented

As soon as it came, it reversed the negative impact of our Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department in people's minds.

Don't say it's me, the girls in the traffic class often talk to me about you. "

Hearing Miwako's words, everyone in the pro-guard team shouted miserably

It's as if the goddess has been deceived by another man.

At this point, Twilight Thirteen puts down the phone.

"Attention, someone's dead! Shiraishi, Takagi, come with me! "

Wataru Takagi couldn't help but complain:

"Why are you dying again?

Obviously, after the roller coaster murder, it was quiet for a few days.

This familiar rhythm of the dead, is Shinichi Kudo back? "

Twilight XIII: "..."

I wanted to refute it, but I couldn't say it.