However, Miwako Sato soon gasped, accidentally moving the injury on her right leg.
"Hiss! It hurts!"
Yuu Hoshimiya looked around and said: "The electric switch on this floor should have been damaged; I'll take you to the lobby first."
Then he picked up Miwako Sato with a princess carry. Miwako Sato hugged his neck in panic, cheeks becoming redder.
Yuu Hoshimiya strode away from the corridor, leaving only the half-dead Kyosuke Kazato lying on the cold ground.
But he wouldn't be lying there for long. Yuu Hoshimiya would notify Inspector Megure, and enthusiastic police officers would send him to a colder prison.
Smelling this flustering masculine scent, Miwako Sato turned her head, her heart in chaos, and couldn't help asking: "Hoshimiya-san, why did you suddenly appear at the door of the women's toilet?"
Yuu Hoshimiya was somewhat speechless; there was no need to emphasize the women's toilet at this time, making him look like a pervert.
"Because I've been watching Kyosuke Kazato..."
Yuu Hoshimiya briefly repeated Inspector Megure asking him for help in the investigation and his so-called reasoning.
Miwako Sato was responsible for re-investigating Tamotsu Jinno's case, so she understood almost instantly and knew why Kyosuke Kazato planned to kill her.
If it weren't for Yuu Hoshimiya, she would definitely have followed in the footsteps of the previous criminal police officers.
As the police investigation deepened and the truth surfaced, Kyosuke Kazato couldn't sit still and chose to kill all the police officers who contacted the clues.
As for the worse impact and facing more severe punishment once discovered, all these had long been thrown to the back of his mind by the extreme Kyosuke Kazato.
"Thank you, Hoshimiya-san. If it weren't for you, I would probably be doomed."
Miwako Sato turned her head, reached out her other hand to hug Yuu Hoshimiya's neck, and their posture became more intimate.
"No, it's my fault; I should have communicated with you in advance."
Yuu Hoshimiya shook his head, not wanting to deceive Miwako Sato.
"Although I deduced the truth and knew Kyosuke Kazato was the murderer, there was no evidence. I guessed he would most likely attack you, so I deliberately used you as bait..."
Including the thought of wanting to be a hero saving a beauty to increase favorability, Yuu Hoshimiya told Miwako Sato everything.
Not that he was honest to the point of being inflexible, but he knew that even knowing the truth, Miwako Sato wouldn't be angry; instead, her favorability would increase more.
Sure enough, the short-haired and valiant beautiful police flower said firmly in Yuu Hoshimiya's arms: "Hoshimiya-san, you did the right thing. If communicated in advance, I would cooperate with your bait plan, but Kyosuke Kazato is very cunning and might notice. Catching him red-handed like this is the best way."
"Compared to this, I'm more curious why you wanted to play the hero saving the beauty for me? Do you want to..."
Miwako Sato changed the subject, staring at Yuu Hoshimiya's face from bottom to top by the light of the flashlight, trying to see something.
Yuu Hoshimiya chuckled. Miwako Sato had this straightforward personality, saying whatever she wanted directly, never hiding anything.
And this was what he appreciated most about her.
He didn't answer Miwako's teasing directly, but said: "Sister Miwako, can't I even call you by your name directly after saving your life? Besides, you are older than me; using honorifics all the time feels weird."
"Ah, you kid, are you saying I'm old!"
Any woman cares very much about age.
Miwako Sato was a beauty and maintained herself very well, but she was really approaching thirty.
"Haha, then do you want me to call you Miwako-chan?"
"Eee..."
Miwako Sato shivered; this cloying address reminded her of her overly cheerful and bold friend Yumi Miyamoto.
"Forget it, you'd better call me sister."
"Yes, I understand, Officer Sato."
"Tsk, you kid did it on purpose, right?"
Miwako Sato also realized Yuu Hoshimiya was teasing her deliberately, but she couldn't get angry no matter what; instead, she had a strange idea of wanting this atmosphere to continue.
But she could only think about it. In the time of a few sentences, Yuu Hoshimiya had already carried her to the banquet hall.
At this time, the chaos caused by the sudden power outage had subsided.
High-end hotels had complete emergency measures, plus this was a banquet held by the Shiratori Consortium, so the hotel side paid full attention.
The electric switch was blown up and couldn't be repaired quickly, but the hotel also came up with an emergency plan.
Because it was obviously man-made sabotage, no one blamed the hotel side. Everyone held flashlights and other lighting tools provided by the hotel and moved to other floors in an orderly manner.
Yuu Hoshimiya appearing with Miwako Sato in his arms attracted many eyes at once.
Most people present were from the Metropolitan Police Department, and countless people paid attention to Miwako, the flower of the Metropolitan Police Department.
Being stared at aggressively by a group of strong men, Yuu Hoshimiya was fearless, continuing to hold Miwako, feeling that beautiful and warm body.
He walked to Juzo Megure and told him about Kyosuke Kazato attacking Miwako in the toilet.
The flesh on Juzo Megure's fat face trembled. He glanced at Miwako Sato; she seemed injured, but probably not serious, so he ignored it.
"Thank you, Brother Hoshimiya; I owe you another favor. I'll invite you to my house for dinner next time!"
Juzo Megure was very excited. Although Yuu Hoshimiya told him Kyosuke Kazato would continue to act and wanted to catch him red-handed, he didn't expect the other party to be so bold.
With so many police officers here, he still dared to set up a plan to kill Miwako Sato.
And if it weren't for Yuu Hoshimiya, he would really have succeeded.
Now with two eyewitnesses and conclusive evidence, Kyosuke Kazato was already a mark in his merit book!
Every gun has unique rifling, just like everyone's fingerprints.
Kyosuke Kazato couldn't deny his previous crimes even if he wanted to.
Yuu Hoshimiya's mouth twitched. As expected of Brother Megure, strict with himself in greening (cuckolding).
However, Midori Megure was already his woman; visiting or whatever could be done anytime. Now, better focus on the beauty in his arms first.
"Inspector Megure, I'll leave the rest to you. I'll take Miwako to treat her sprained foot first."
"Brother Hoshimiya, sorry to trouble you."
After speaking, Juzo Megure couldn't wait to walk towards Toshiro Odagiri.
After a while, under Toshiro Odagiri's instructions, Juzo Megure personally led a group of strong police officers in suits to the women's toilet door to collect evidence and arrest people.
Because it was catching someone red-handed, it was impossible for Juzo Megure not to mention Yuu Hoshimiya and Miwako Sato at all, so Toshiro Odagiri came over specially to meet the important victim and witness.
But Yuu Hoshimiya had already left the banquet hall holding Miwako in the dark.
Compared to gaining favorability in front of high-level police officers, he wanted to continue gaining favorability from Miwako, this police flower.
Besides Toshiro Odagiri, Tamaki Jinno, who learned the specific situation from the police, also missed them.
The police action didn't avoid people, and facing the inquiry of Tamaki Jinno, this beautiful reporter, they actively explained.
This was a great thing, proving the police authority.
Few people paid attention to the Shiratori family's banquet which originally planned to continue elsewhere; anyway, it wasn't a wedding ceremony, just a celebration party.
After arresting Kyosuke Kazato, many high-level police officers left directly to deal with this heinous person who dared to serial shoot criminal police officers overnight.
As for some people who had a good relationship with Kyosuke Kazato, such as Ninzaburo Shiratori, they were numb at this moment, afraid of being implicated.
Actually, quite a few people were really going to be unlucky.
Kyosuke Kazato often provided psychological counseling for police personnel. He could get intelligence in advance this time because he learned it while providing psychological counseling to police officers.
As for Makoto Tomonari, the son of the police officer who died of a sudden heart attack during the case, who was originally used as a scapegoat by Kyosuke Kazato, he also gained some presence among the high-level police officers.
Makoto Tomonari always blamed the police for his father's death and hated the police deeply.
Originally no one cared, but now with Kyosuke Kazato's incident, if he continued to be stubborn later, the police would probably take corresponding actions.
But these had nothing to do with Yuu Hoshimiya; he had already carried Miwako to the hotel's accompanying room.
After being alone, Miwako Sato brought up the old matter again, asking why Yuu Hoshimiya wanted to play the hero saving the beauty for her.
He put Miwako Sato directly on the big bed in the room, then reached out to pinch Miwako Sato's round chin.
"Sister Miwako, is this how you treat your savior? Not actively offering yourself is one thing, but keep teasing."
Miwako Sato rolled her eyes at Yuu Hoshimiya, threw off his restless big hand, and said angrily: "There are quite a few girls around you; can't they satisfy you yet?"
Japan is only so big, and there are only a few places to play in Tokyo. With many dates, one will always be seen by acquaintances.
And often the beauties accompanying Yuu Hoshimiya each time were of different types and styles, so inevitably some romantic news would spread.
Rumors about Yuu Hoshimiya's affairs were all hearsay, and outsiders didn't know the real situation at all, but even if not confirmed, it didn't prevent Miwako Sato from talking about it.
Paper cannot wrap fire, and there is no wall in the world that does not leak wind. With more and more confidantes around and more progress in collecting cards, such things would be encountered sooner or later.
Yuu Hoshimiya had long been prepared for this situation.
He shrugged and said seriously: "Sister Miwako, you are right. Because I am too powerful, they can't satisfy me."
Miwako Sato immediately looked contemptuous and sarcastic: "Because I am a criminal police officer with better physical strength and fitness, so you plan to make a move on me?"
Sarcastic on the lips, but Miwako Sato was actually quite disappointed in her heart.
At the age of approaching thirty, it was impossible to say she didn't long for love, but she hadn't met a man who moved her so far.
Yuu Hoshimiya's hero saving beauty had ulterior motives, and it was also going with the flow, not maliciously planned, and it did move her.
Plus the relatively good friend relationship between the two before, she once had the idea that if Yuu Hoshimiya was devoted to her, it wouldn't be impossible to date.
But Yuu Hoshimiya's calm scumbag statement made her feel disappointed and also couldn't help but feel a little angry.
So she instinctively made a sharp sarcasm.
A woman's heart is a needle in the sea; Yuu Hoshimiya still couldn't completely see through a woman's mind.
But Miwako Sato had been single until now, and her personality was straightforward, so she was figured out by him at once.
Confirming that Miwako's favorability towards him was quite high, he decided to continue at his own pace.
At this stage, falling in love and getting married had nothing to do with him anymore.
He was human, not god, and didn't have the energy to take care of all confidantes.
Instead of racking his brains to engage in so-called love thanklessly, it was better to use actions to make them submit to him, unable to leave him, and completely bind with him.
Special attack charm on women was one, magical magic was two, Contract and Chain were three, dual cultivation capable of steadily improving strength was four.
And, possible immortality in the future.
No need to use all five points; generally speaking, two or three points were enough to make a woman completely unable to leave him.
For Miwako Sato, he naturally couldn't engage in some Metropolitan Police Department Love Story, having a long love marathon.
After probing Miwako's attitude, he already planned how to take down this flower of the Metropolitan Police Department.
Yuu Hoshimiya also sat on Miwako Sato's right side, reaching out to scoop up Miwako Sato's injured right leg.
Miwako Sato was startled, subconsciously supporting Yuu Hoshimiya's shoulder with her small hand.
"Hoshimiya, what do you want to do?"
Although not addressing him by name directly yet, Miwako Sato didn't use honorifics for Yuu Hoshimiya anymore.
The two addressed each other like this before; just now she was saved by Yuu Hoshimiya and subconsciously wanted to be respectful.
After making a fuss for a while, she also found the more natural state when the two got along.
"Fuck you; can't you see, helping you treat the wound."
Yuu Hoshimiya made an innuendo, but unfortunately, Miwako couldn't understand at all.
Hearing this, Miwako Sato stopped struggling, but whispered: "Definitely intentional..."
Yuu Hoshimiya reached out directly to take off the high heels on Miwako Sato's beautiful feet in black stockings, letting the silk-wrapped right leg rest on his legs.
Had to say, Miwako Sato's pair of long legs were too heaven-defying; excellent leg shape, slender and long, like a work of art under the warm yellow light.
The fly in the ointment was that the skin on the knee was scraped, bloody and fleshy, and the ankle was sprained, a little red and swollen.
Because Miwako Sato was wearing a knee-length hip-hugging skirt, Yuu Hoshimiya quickly saw her injury clearly.
It would be a pity if this pair of well-exercised slender beautiful legs left wounds and scars; had to treat them quickly.
It would be much more convenient if Miwako was already one of his own.
Not only the injury this time, even the small marks left by her previous police academy training and missions, Yuu Hoshimiya could easily erase with magic.
"Rip──"
Accompanied by the sound of fabric tearing, Miwako Sato also perceived the astonishing heat of Yuu Hoshimiya's big hand.
A blush appeared again on the fair pretty face with light makeup.
"What are you doing?"
Yuu Hoshimiya glanced at her and said speechlessly: "Tearing the stockings; how to treat the injury without tearing them open? Can't just take off your skirt and stockings completely for you, right?"
"I don't mind that..."
"I mind!" Miwako Sato interrupted with shame and anger, but didn't question Yuu Hoshimiya's behavior anymore.
Soon, the stockings on the beautiful police flower's right leg were torn tattered by Yuu Hoshimiya, having a bit of messy beauty.
Under the light, the snow-white skin was exposed to the air. Miwako Sato's right leg was dyed with a layer of brilliance, making Yuu Hoshimiya, a leg enthusiast, almost unable to resist playing with it on the spot.
Miwako Sato's face was full of shame and annoyance, but seeing Yuu Hoshimiya's obsessed expression, a trace of secret joy flashed in her eyes, and her heart inexplicably became joyful too.
"Sister Miwako, look at your leg, white and tender; if put in the vegetable market, it can definitely sell for a good price."
Hearing this, Miwako Sato's smiling face froze, instantly becoming expressionless.
Although not buying vegetables and cooking, she could still understand this metaphor.
She immediately extended her right leg and kicked fiercely at Yuu Hoshimiya's face.
But the jade foot was clamped by a big hand.
Yuu Hoshimiya chuckled, "Just kidding, don't get so excited!"
"Don't move, otherwise the injury on your right leg will worsen again."
Just as Miwako Sato wanted to speak, an itch came from the sole of her foot, making her laugh uncontrollably.
Yuu Hoshimiya found a fluffy small ball from somewhere and was scratching Miwako Sato's sole gently with it.
"Hoshimiya, let go of me, haha, let go of me quickly, haha! Haha!"
In the hotel room full of ambiguous lights, a handsome young man holding a cute toy scratching the sole of a valiant police flower; this scene looked wrong no matter how you looked at it.
Yuu Hoshimiya didn't expect Miwako Sato to be so sensitive and ticklish.
In the end, Miwako Sato laughed until almost hypoxic, and only then did he put down the toy.
"How is it? Willing to be honest now?"
Miwako Sato laughed until her face flushed, glared at Yuu Hoshimiya hatefully, and was about to struggle again.
But the big hand holding her calf was like iron pliers, impossible to break free.
Seeing Yuu Hoshimiya about to pick up the fluffy small ball again, Miwako Sato hurriedly admitted defeat: "Honest, I'll be honest, okay!"
Then, Yuu Hoshimiya put Miwako Sato's right leg on his own leg and took out the first aid kit provided by the hotel.
Cleaning the wound, disinfecting, bandaging.
After treating the injury on Miwako Sato's knee, Yuu Hoshimiya's big hand moved along her slender calf to the ankle; the skin touched was very soft and smooth.
Miwako's struggle just now made the injury on the ankle worse, swelling bigger and bigger.
He pinched the calf with one hand and grabbed the jade foot with the other, starting to massage.
Magic couldn't be used openly, but using magical Chinese massage techniques or Tui Na as an excuse, it could be used.
Miwako Sato's small face blushed again, turning her head away, daring not to look at Yuu Hoshimiya.
As the saying goes, a woman's feet shouldn't be touched.
Seeing Miwako Sato's reaction now, Yuu Hoshimiya knew this saying still made sense.
Looking at this long leg like a work of art, while speaking to attract Miwako Sato's attention, he quietly cast healing magic.
"Sister Miwako, my massage is the authentic secret technique of the great Eastern country; how does it feel?"
"Mmm... feels much better. Didn't expect you to know such magical massage techniques."
Miwako Sato keenly perceived a warm feeling transmitting from Yuu Hoshimiya's big hand.
Under Yuu Hoshimiya's guidance, she subconsciously took it as the effect of the so-called mysterious massage technique of the great Eastern country.
Touching Miwako Sato's white and exquisite ankle for more than ten minutes, seeing the redness and swelling had all dissipated, and having no excuse to continue taking advantage, Yuu Hoshimiya shifted the battlefield.
Looking at the ankle restored as before, feeling no pain at all, Miwako Sato's beautiful eyes widened in surprise.
But what surprised her more was yet to come.
After curing the ankle sprain and letting Miwako Sato have psychological preparation, Yuu Hoshimiya began to treat the injury on her knee.
Curing it completely at once was too outrageous, hard to explain even with Conan-science, so he left some traces of superficial wounds in the end.
As the familiar warm energy flowed over the knee, Miwako Sato's last painful place also gradually disappeared.
A few minutes later, she moved her slender and smooth jade leg away from Yuu Hoshimiya, then hurriedly untied the bandage on her knee.
The knee that originally exposed bright red flesh due to scraping was no longer painful or swollen.
And a thin layer of blood scab, as if it might fall off at any time, was left on the wound.
Sprains belong to internal injuries, which ordinary people don't understand, and massage targets this aspect, so Miwako Sato could accept it.
But she hadn't suffered this kind of external injury before; every time it took at least a week to recover, but now it was healed in a few minutes.
Moreover, massage shouldn't be useful for external injuries, right...
This outrageous recovery speed made Miwako suspect if this was really something massage could do?
But in the Conan world, basically everyone is big-hearted.
Miwako Sato was no exception.
After tangling for a while, she stopped thinking too much and took it as the effect of the magical secret technique of the great Eastern country.
Feeling the almost fully recovered right leg, Miwako Sato excitedly hugged Yuu Hoshimiya beside her and said happily: "Hoshimiya, thank you so much; otherwise, I would suffer for a long time."
Leg and foot injuries are very troublesome; inconvenience in movement aside, it even affects using the toilet.
Simply a double torture of psychology and physiology.
Now, this slight injury, except for proving that she indeed encountered an attack and adding a glorious resume to her police career, had no other impact.
Feeling the elastic softness on his chest, Yuu Hoshimiya looked enjoyable.
Fierce, too fierce; this hitting people with balls is really too fierce.
Yuu Hoshimiya hugging Miwako Sato could be described as daring in lust. Smelling the strange fragrance on Miwako Sato, even though this was a criminal police officer with extremely high combat power, he couldn't restrain his restless hands.
His big hands climbed everywhere on Miwako Sato's small soft back, but his mouth asked, "Sister Miwako, I heard that if someone solves the code left by your father back then, you will agree to anything, right?"
Miwako Sato seemed to feel the small movements of the big hand on her back, her small face blushed, but she reacted as if she didn't know.
She answered: "Yes."
"Then is it okay to ask you to be my girlfriend?"
Miwako Sato nodded, "That's right, let alone girlfriend, letting me marry you is fine."
A big reason for her becoming a police officer was to inherit her father's legacy and investigate the truth of that year.
This promise spread throughout the Metropolitan Police Department because she actively released it.
Of course, she dared to say so partly because she felt that even if someone fulfilled the condition, they would most likely not make a request like marrying me directly.
Those criminal police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department were very face-saving. Even if they wanted it badly in their hearts, they were embarrassed to make such a request.
At most, treat to a meal.
More likely, pretend not to care, showing so-called masculinity, expressing it's no big deal, and finally mentioning no request.
Although there was such consideration, if someone really fulfilled her wish and proposed marriage, she would agree.
She, Miwako Sato, flower of the Criminal Investigation Division, flower of the Metropolitan Police Department, keeps her word! Never breaks a promise!
At worst, divorce later.
"It seems my next goal is to investigate the famous '' (Syusirou) case of that year."
Yuu Hoshimiya hugged Miwako Sato's slender waist and said meaningfully: "You can't go back on your word then!"