Sakaki Makoto: “….”
He underestimated how thick-skinned Miss Suzuki was.
Megure Juzo originally wanted to leave, but when he heard Suzuki Sonoko say this, he sat back down.
For the sake of the five hundred thousand, Sakaki Makoto had no choice but to pick up the landline at home and order a pizza from the delivery number marked on the wall.
The meal cost 4,000 yen, and Sakaki Makoto felt a little distressed.
But the pizza tasted very good, which made him feel less unhappy.
There's nothing I can do, I'm poor.
If Inspector Megure hadn't sent a reward of 300,000 yen, they would have only been able to eat instant noodles without eggs for lunch.
After dinner, Megure Juzo and Suzuki Sonoko did not stay and got up to say goodbye.
Before leaving, Suzuki Sonoko mentioned the exhibition again.
"Mr. Sakaki Makoto, I will send the invitation letter for the exhibition to your email address. What is your email address?"
Suzuki Sonoko tried various methods to get Sakaki Makoto's contact information.
But she hadn't expected that Sakaki Makoto didn't even have an email address.
Would a person who doesn’t have a mobile phone or a computer use email?
The answer is no.
According to Makoto Sakaki's profile, the original person should be a computer idiot and know nothing about electronic equipment.
But there is no phone because of poverty.
After all, monthly phone bills are a considerable expense.
The landline is perfectly adequate.
In the end, Suzuki Sonoko only got Sakaki Makoto's landline number.
After seeing them off, Sakaki Makoto began to prepare to go out.
The interview was at three o'clock in the afternoon and it's already two o'clock.
The letter requested that he wear a black formal suit. Makoto Sakaki opened his closet and found a whole row of black suits inside.
So neat as if they were carved from the same mold.
This was somewhat beyond Sakaki Makoto's expectations.
Judging from the workmanship and fabric, these suits are expensive and not the kind sold at a discount in stores.
Every cut is very close-fitting and should be tailor-made.
On the lining of the suit, Makoto Sakaki saw the letter S.
Small Superman suit?
Thinking of the R on the bullet, Makoto Sakaki felt that it should be some kind of code name or abbreviation of his name.
He shaved off his stubble with a razor, tidied his hair, buttoned up his shirt, straightened his back, and his whole temperament changed.
The person in the mirror would probably be considered a star if he walked on the street.
Radiating heroic spirit.
So handsome.
Sakaki Makoto brushed off the stubble on his clothes, put on the only leather shoes in the shoe cabinet, and walked out of the entrance.
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