At 8 o'clock in the morning, the sun rises and a thin mist fills the streets. The city of Tokyo has long since woken up from its slumber and office workers are crowding out of the trams.

Domon Yasuki dropped Sakaki and the others off near Beika-cho 5-chome. Just as Sakaki and the others were about to turn around and leave, Domon Yasuki suddenly called out to them and walked up quickly:

"Don't worry about the matter of Karasuma Renye headquarters. I will go to my acquaintances to ask for information and see if there are any other discoveries."

"Yokosuka is a military base, a confidential place. Can you get the information?"

Sakaki Makoto did not doubt Domon Yasuki's ability, but this matter was too important and they could not be careless at all. Once the plan was exposed, their situation would become precarious.

"Try it. How do you know if it works if you don't try it?"

Yasuteru Domon was also a little unconfident. Although he was a former captain of the Self-Defense Force and belonged to the military, the Maritime Self-Defense Force was stationed in Yokosuka, which was not in the same department as his. In addition, the Japanese Navy and Army had always been at odds and often stabbed each other in the back. It was extremely difficult for him, a Ground Self-Defense Force officer, to find out the internal information of the Maritime Self-Defense Force.

"As soon as possible."

Looking at the mother and son sitting in the Mercedes, Sakaki Makoto said:

"You arrange them first, and I will inform you before I take action."

"Okay, if you need help, just ask."

Domon Yasuki stretched out his hand and shook hands with Sakaki Makoto firmly.

They gained a lot during this trip to Gunma Prefecture. Not only did they find the information left by Karasuma Renya when he was young, they also followed the clues to find the Ogawa family and obtained important information from the old woman.

A series of breakthroughs finally allowed them to see the light of hope. At least they were no longer as desperate as before, not knowing where to start.

After saying goodbye to Yasuki Domon, Makoto Sakaki raised his hand to stop a taxi. Just in case, he asked Yasuki Domon to park the car farther away from the Mori Detective Agency. It would take half an hour to walk home, and everyone was already exhausted, so it would be better for them to take a taxi.

Carrying a sack of files, Makoto Sakaki and Miss Miyano took a taxi to send Akai Mary and Sera Masumi back to the hotel, and then took Conan back to No. 39.

I haven't been back for a few days, and when I saw the familiar streets, I actually felt a little dazed, as if what happened in the past few days was not real.

"Ha~~ I'm going home to sleep."

Conan rubbed his eyes while climbing the stairs to the office. He had just recovered from a serious illness and his mental state was not very good. He needed a lot of rest time.

"Come on, let's go home too."

Sakaki Makoto picked up the sack and was about to go upstairs when he suddenly saw the back door of the Poirot Café next door open. A blond boy in an apron walked out carrying a black garbage bag. The three of them looked at each other and were all stunned at the same time.

"Chat for a while?"

Bourbon threw away the garbage, leaned against the wall, raised his eyebrows, and extended an invitation to Sakaki Makoto.

"Some other time."

"I have something to say."

Sighing, Sakaki Makoto could only hand the sack to Miss Miyano, asking her to go upstairs first while he went to meet Bourbon.

clatter!

In the dark and damp alley, the firelight flashed, Sakaki Cheng held a cigarette in his mouth, drooped his eyebrows, and said in a listless manner:

"What do you want to ask?"

"About Akai Shuichi."

Bourbon saw that he was tired, so he didn't beat around the bush and got straight to the point:

"Did you really kill him?"

"Vermouth saw it with her own eyes, how could it be false?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not doubting you, it's because I haven't seen Akai Shuichi's body with my own eyes..."

"Alas, the police were right behind us at the time, and Vermouth and I left in a hurry, so we didn't have time to check carefully, but I am sure that all the bullets in MK23 hit Akai Shuichi."

Sakaki Makoto's tone was calm, without a trace of fluctuation:

"If we can survive like this, maybe we should consider disbanding right here. After all, the other party is an invincible superman."

Hearing this, Bourbon frowned, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Would you like some coffee? I'll buy you a sandwich."

Originally, Sakaki Makoto was going to refuse, but then he thought, they had come all the way back to Tokyo, they didn't even have time to drink water on the way, they were thirsty and hungry, they couldn't sleep when they got home, they must find something to eat first, since it would be troublesome anyway...

Why not pass the trouble on to someone else?

Judging from Bourbon's look, he probably has no plans to let him go for the time being, so it doesn't matter if they chat for a while, just treat it as going out to buy breakfast.

Thinking of this, Makoto Sakaki took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Miss Miyano, asking her not to make breakfast, and then followed Bourbon into the Bourbon Cafe.

Early in the morning, Bourbon Café welcomed many customers, but most of them just ordered coffee, bread and other things to drink, read the newspaper, and relax their body and mind. They were very leisurely and it was obvious that they were not office workers.

So although the store looks crowded, it is actually not busy.

Azusa Enomoto was standing behind the counter, slowly wiping the glass. When she saw Bourbon bringing someone in, she looked over curiously:

"Toru, the person next to you is...Ah, Mr. Sakaki Makoto, it's been a long time!"

Makoto Sakaki is considered a regular customer of the Poirot Café. He often goes to the store to solve his meal problems. In addition, he always wears a black suit and black sunglasses, so it is hard not to leave a deep impression on him.

"Miss Zi, I'm entertaining a friend, and the materials used can be deducted from my salary."

Bourbon smiled back:

"What would you like to drink?"

“Latte or espresso.”

"Two espressos, then."

Picking up the white porcelain cup, Bourbon walked to the coffee machine nearby, squeezed out a small cup of extremely bitter but very refreshing espresso, handed it to Sakaki Makoto, then walked into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and took out a bag of sliced ​​bread.

Leaning against the door frame, Sakaki Makoto watched him with interest. Bourbon cut an avocado, a few slices of instant ham with olive oil, mayonnaise, miso sauce, lettuce...

As he watched, Sakaki Makoto became confused:

"Is this your secret sandwich recipe?"

"yes."

Bourbon nodded and soaked the cold lettuce in warm water:

"I'm a pretty good cook, and I'm responsible for most of the food in the restaurant."

"Did you poison it?"

His arms stiffened, and Bourbon laughed in silence:

"I never use despicable means like poisoning. If you are worried, I can eat it first and show you."

"No, I just asked casually."

Sakaki Makoto picked up a freshly made sandwich and smiled:

"Anyway, there's no benefit in poisoning me, and you can't get away either."

For now, there is no reason for hostility between Makoto Sakaki and Bourbon. The two do not interfere with each other and are busy with their own things.

"Hmm....tastes good."

After finishing a sandwich, Sakaki made a pertinent comment:

"Don't rush to collect your tools. Make a few more and I'll pack them up and take them home."

“.......”