The Case Where the Stand-In Boyfriend for My Favorite Girl Was Actually the Real Person, Reiichi

My wife Sayuri, because she fell in love with a tragic two-dimensional character during her first love, never gave a second glance to anyone in real life.

"Hello, is this your keychain?&#...

19? Chapter 19

19 Chapter 19

◎His and Her Investigation◎

Chapter 19 [His and Her Investigation]

Compared to the civil servant police officer, Akemi Miyano, who is only described as "growing up like a normal person" in the original story, is much harder to find. It's still possible to find out where she graduated from elementary school in the original story, but when Morifushi Keimitsu was 25, she was already 21. Technically, she should have been a fourth-year university student.

But which university and which major did Miyano Akemi study?

The original story seems to mention it, but Sayuri can't recall the specific details no matter how hard she tries. In fact, the information in the original story happened at least 25 years ago in real life. Coupled with the different changes between the anime and the manga, Akemi Miyano's brief appearance in her memory is almost non-existent.

The reason why we remember her committing a 1 billion yen robbery is because the animation team had changed the main storyline and made her rob two banks in different ways.

This has to be mentioned. Miyano Akemi can even make up a fake identity to enter the banking system. Can ordinary people do that?

If this were to happen a few years from now, Japan would face a severe labor shortage, and companies might even beg young people to take jobs. But there are no signs of this happening yet, and companies are still clinging to their last bit of stubbornness.

Even if companies are begging young people to work, my wife Sayuri believes that companies will not recruit people casually. If the recruited people do not meet the requirements, they must be trained until they are qualified before they can take up the job.

The training at the bank is also said to be quite difficult.

The above is enough to prove that Akemi Miyano is quite smart, but it is impossible to extract enough useful information from it.

On the contrary, the elementary school that Akemi Miyano graduated from② was just updated in recent years, so it is still fresh in my wife Sayuri's memory.

Unable to infer which university she attended, Agatsuma Sayuri could only start from the elementary school information she remembered and went to Teitan Elementary School to check.

I'm also not sure if Japanese schools keep track of students' whereabouts after graduation. After all, this information is nine years old, right around the time when personal information was digitized. This is an awkward timeframe, as it's possible that paper documents were lost due to poor storage or not fully entered into the electronic system.

Moreover, Japanese schools do not have a unified tradition of keeping records of graduates' destinations. If a student is not an outstanding graduate or a sufficiently memorable student, perhaps even the teacher will not remember Akemi Miyano.

However, anyone who remembers that episode knows that even nine years later, the teachers at Teitan Elementary School still remember Miyano Akemi. After all, in the year Kudo Shinichi became Edogawa Conan, one of Miyano Akemi's former teachers still kept the note she had given him upon graduation. That note, which recorded the location of the time capsule, also holds the children's childhood memories.

Miyano Akemi, who was still an elementary school student at the time, might not have been able to predict her own future, but she still took insurance measures in advance to protect the memories of her friends.

For a child who is still an elementary school student to be so cautious, I am afraid that the threat of the organization has always existed for Miyano Akemi and has never been far away.

"Then let's go to Teitan Elementary School and look for that teacher! Um... what was that teacher's name?"

"Hiro, 'Hirota Masami' is a pseudonym. I found out the origin of her name." A week later, Furuya Rei met Morofushi Kagemitsu again in a safe place, and the first sentence he said was a shocking piece of information.

Seeing that Rei Furuya was so tired that he had dark circles under his eyes, you have to know that even Rei Furuya, whose skin color is naturally darker than that of ordinary Asians, has dark circles under his eyes, which is enough to show that he did not get a good rest in the past few days.

Knowing that he wouldn't rest until everything was explained, Furuya Ling refused to rest. To speed up the information transfer, Zhufu Jingguang asked directly, "What did you find out?"

"At Nanyang University, there was a professor named Hirota Masami. He was very caring towards his students and very popular. 'Hirota Masami' could be one of this professor's students or a young person who had received his help."

While they were talking, Fūya Rei had already gone from sitting on the sofa to lying on it. He was still talking about information, but his body had honestly fallen down.

The young police officer's final stubbornness left him with something that needed further investigation. "Just go to Nanyang University and look for students related to Hirota Masami. Phew—by comparing their appearances, we'll find them..."

He yawned loudly, his purple-gray eyes slowly closed, and he finally fell asleep in a safe environment.

Zhu Fujingguang helplessly put his hands on his hips and looked at his friend who occupied the entire sofa. "Even if you told me this, I can't leave now."

Leaving your friend, defenseless, snoring on the sofa? It would be fine if you had to leave for an urgent task, but how could you do that in your own time?

Not only can he not leave Shimotani Zero alone, he also has to do this...

He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and opened the door to the room. With one hand, he wrapped his arms around Rei's neck and back, and with the other hand, he passed under his knees and lifted him up.

Fūya Rei only murmured a few words in his friend's arms, put his head closer to his chest, and did not move any further.

"Really? How many days have you been staying up late?"

Zhu Fujingguang was very dissatisfied with his friend's behavior of not taking care of himself③, but he couldn't wake him up and give him a lecture while he was sleeping, so he had to put him on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Compared to snipers who need high concentration, Fūya Rei's way of working all night long is too exaggerated. Even if they want to destroy the Black Organization as soon as possible, they can't be so hasty.

This is an illegal organization that has been lingering in the dark side of Japan for half a century. Its power is so complex and intertwined. How could it be wiped out so easily?

If you are too eager for success, you may end up letting bigger fish escape.

[Let's talk to Zero properly after he wakes up.]

With this in mind, Zhu Fujingguang began researching Nanyang University online. Every university has its own official website, which should introduce the school's featured majors, professors, outstanding students, school honors, and patents.

In this society with a declining birth rate, it’s not shameful to fight for students for yourself.

Hirota Masami is truly a popular professor, even preserving the memories of his students studying, living, and having fun with him. His official homepage primarily features information about his students winning awards and patents in various competitions, but if you click on his personal profile, you'll find even more surprises.

This little old man loves to laugh and play. His homepage is filled with hundreds of pages, all of which are photos related to his interests, photos of traveling with students, and records of customs and beautiful scenery around the world.

If "Hirota Masami" was his student, he might have left his mark here.

"This is a huge project..." Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed softly, thinking about handing this job over to the Ministry of Public Security.

"Hey, isn't that Sayuri-chan's boyfriend? Why is he in the store today?"

On days when my wife Sayuri doesn't have to go to work, there's no reason to see Ryo Koyasu at the girl's workplace. After all, this man with a heavy and powerful aura doesn't seem to have any interest in things like milk tea.

Zi Anliang stood across the street for a while, waiting until no one came to buy anything, and then he slowly walked to the counter of the milk tea shop.

"Welcome—"

"What kind of milk tea does Sayuri like?" he asked straight to the point without any advance warning.

The clerk's business smile instantly turned into a genuine smile. They exchanged glances, and then tacitly ordered the store's signature dish - Golden Treasure Tea, which is actually a milk tea with a lot of toppings, which you can drink as much as you want in one cup.

However, if other milk teas are made out of business needs, then this Golden Treasure Tea was created for the taste of Agatsuma Sayuri.

Pudding, pearls, taro balls, glutinous rice and milk cap garnished with crushed nuts. The most missing thing in a cup of milk tea may be the "milk tea" itself.

You have to know that in the country where my wife Sayuri traveled before, milk tea was originally very simple. The crazy piling of ingredients was a product of the milk tea industry's booming development and forced involution. In today's Japan, milk tea is still a new track pioneered by my wife Sayuri. In theory, this kind of "involutionary" tea should not have appeared so early.

In minutes, the golden treasure tea is ready.

Kawakami Mika packed the milk tea and handed it over, "Your milk tea is ready——"

The shop's standard procedures were completed, and with no other customers around, everyone smiled and said to Zi'an Liang, "My wife didn't come to work today. Mr. Zi'an, are you here to bring her milk tea?"

The only people who can memorize a milk tea recipe, besides milk tea shop employees, are probably those who love milk tea enough to make it themselves. Apparently, Agatsuma Sayuri is one of the latter.

The girl hadn't been to work for a long time, there were no other milk tea shops nearby, and when she got home she was busy drawing and didn't think about ordering takeout. The store clerk and manager, who were close to my wife Sayuri, thought the girl's refusal to order takeout might have a lot to do with Japan's high delivery fees.

She can drink whatever she wants during work days, but when she is not working, she can’t even have a cup of milk tea. Just hearing this news makes me feel that the girl is pitiful and cute.

When the two of them mentioned this topic during their casual chat, Zhu Fu Jingguang stopped by to buy her a cup of milk tea. He went to her house openly under the pretext of giving her milk tea.

If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will come to the mountain.

At this moment, Morofushi Kagemitsu was heading towards the big mountain of My wife Sayuri.

"Yeah. Sayuri said she wanted milk tea... Any other recommendations?"

The milk tea shop also sells coffee and baked goods. After all, it was originally a coffee shop, and now it still retains the traditional craftsmanship of the owner.

"Otherwise, my toast and croissants are pretty good too."

Following the store manager's guidance, Zhu Fujingguang took a quick look at the store's furnishings and then looked at the several types of bread on the counter.

Morobushi Kagemitsu wasn't sure if Agatsuma Sayuri would like these two types of bread, but he had heard her say she wanted to eat a sandwich made by him. Although he didn't know what was so special about this basic fast food, it didn't stop a man who loved his girlfriend from preparing the corresponding ingredients.

If my girlfriend wants to eat, I can just make a simple fast food meal at her house.

【Author’s words】

① Information from the Detective Conan manga version, File 179 (between 1996 and 1998)

②The information comes from the "Detective Conan" manga version File.1070 (between 2022 and 2023). The above time is not accurate and is for reference only.

③ Jingguang Cat showed disapproval of the coal-mining cat's bad habits.