Chapter 11 Destined to Encounter a Murder Case

"What is the signature dish that Mr. Amuro Toru can make?" Matsuda Jinpei put on his sunglasses and waved the menu in his hand, "It won't be particularly unpalatable, right? We are very picky."

"Oh?" Amuro Toru maintained a business smile, "May I ask what this gentleman who looks like a bad guy would like to eat? I will definitely treat you well."

What's going on? This sinister atmosphere that only you can't understand? You're sitting across from the person and suddenly you think the chair must have thorns on it, otherwise why are you so restless?

Suddenly I found that Mr. Amuro's smile is a bit like Hagiwara Kenji's? Plus, he was targeted by Matsuda Jinpei in this way or that...

Masaka! There is a gleam of wisdom in your eyes, and the scheming frog keeps touching my belly! Is this the legendary emotional dispute? Stand-in literature? His forbidden love with him and him? Not good, right? The emotional entanglement of three people is prone to accidents in this land of rice flower.

"it hurts!"

"What are you thinking about?" Matsuda Jinpei looked at you with a fake smile, "Tell me?"

“Just, what to eat.” You held your head and murmured, “No… I didn’t think about anything else…”

Dare you say it? No, I don’t dare to say it.

However...

"Do Matsuda and Mr. Amuro know each other?" You asked curiously, and then quickly covered your mouth the next second, "You don't have to tell me if it's inconvenient..."

You have heard many stories about plainclothes policemen who risked their lives to catch criminals. Some policemen even practiced the art of making pancakes to avoid being exposed. Mr. Amuro may look like an ordinary coffee shop clerk, but in fact he is a member of the secret police force. At night, he transforms into a righteous superman to bring evil to justice...

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone..." You were illuminated by their light of justice, and felt that your moral value had risen a lot, "Mr. Amuro is a justice superman."

“Pfft—Hahahahaha!!” Kenji Hagiwara, who was sitting on the other side, finally couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter while clapping his hands on the table, “Justice Superman…Pfft…”

You don't understand what makes Hagiwara Kenji funny. You scratch your head and give Matsuda Jinpei a shy smile: "No need to thank me."

"What on earth are you thinking about? At this moment, I can feel that you are my senior's biological child."

Matsuda Jinpei was a little speechless. He took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket, then smiled kindly at Amuro, "We just hit it off at first sight, right, Mr. Amuro?"

"Hahaha, that's it, Mr. Curly-haired."

Really? You wouldn't believe that they hit it off right away. It looked like they were about to fight in the next second.

Kenji Hagiwara almost fell off his chair laughing.

Forget it, this menu is quite white, you should think about what to eat.

*

Mr. Amuro also performed steadily today. You stuffed a mouthful of curry and rice into your mouth, and little bubbles of happiness popped out of your mouth, not knowing that this mouthful of curry and rice was goodbye forever!

“Is it really that delicious?”

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the steaming curry rice on the plate with a doubtful expression. He held the spoon in his hand, unable to start, and muttered quietly, "...Can you really cook?"

"Well, give it a try, Xiao Zhenping. It won't kill me anyway." Hagiwara Kenji smiled and stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth. After chewing it twice, he widened his eyes in surprise, "This taste——"

"It's delicious, right?" You gave Hagiwara Kenji a look that said "you have great taste", "Mr. Amuro is so kind..."

I can’t even imagine how long you would stay at home if you had such a wise chef.

"Tsk, how delicious can it be?"

Matsuda Jinpei took a sip with disdain, and then he showed the same expression as Hagiwara Kenji.

"Hmm, this taste is..."

"Right? It's..."

You watch as the pair begin a coded conversation, so what is this? Damn, your curiosity is fully aroused, but it seems that they have no intention of telling you the answer to the mystery.

Haha, it's okay. You don't really want to know. This kind of insignificant little secret is pretty common. I'm dying of laughter. You don't think you really want to know who they are talking about, do you? You are just a little curious.

Well, you are dying of curiosity. Who is the Mr. Jing you overheard? Is he a better cook than Mr. Amuro? Is there really such a person? You don't believe it unless this person appears in the Poirot Cafe right now and cooks two dishes for you to try.

You mechanically stuffed curry and rice into your mouth, your mind full of thoughts like "Where is the chef in real life who cooks better than Mr. Amuro? Can he be poached to cook for you?" At this moment, someone pushed open the door of Café Poirot and walked in.

"Sister Xiaolan, aren't you going to eat at home today?"

This sound!

Your hand trembles, and the food in the spoon falls onto the table. This is the voice of the person who is listed as the number one dangerous person in the Mihua forum, codenamed "Elementary School Death God"! No, no, no, it could just be a coincidence. There are so many people in the world with similar voices. You can't come to have dinner and meet a Mihua legendary person, right?

You quietly look up and compare the kid who just came in with the blurry photo in the forum: black hair, blue eyes, big round-frame glasses, bangs folded and overlapped on the sides... Damn! I met the real person!

At the same time, the sounds of people gasping for air, coughing due to choking on food, gulping down water, and the clashing of spoons and plates in the cafe increased dramatically.

As for the ones that were completely still, that was the table where the Grim Reaper was sitting, and the table where the Grim Reaper’s performance was.

The person who ordered the same dish as the performance table's face changed, and he rushed to the toilet and started vomiting.

Everyone is really skilled... As expected of a simple and honest rice flower. You sighed a little, hurriedly stuffed the rice into your mouth, and quietly reminded the other two: "Eat quickly." Otherwise, you won't be able to eat anymore.

"What's wrong?"

Matsuda Jinpei didn't understand why. He certainly felt the sudden tense atmosphere. The cafe that was bustling and crowded just now was now empty. Even the most slow-witted person would know that something was wrong, right?!

"Well... well, I don't know how to put it. Anyway, it's just like this. I don't know how to explain it." With your poor communication skills, you can't make a long story about the "wisdom of the popcorn people", so you just put it aside and give up. "I want to go back and play games. Can you guys eat faster?"

The manual clearing of the café has been completed, and you look around, feeling that it is too late to leave now.

Alas, you just want to have a quiet meal outside, why can't Rice Flower give you a chance?

"Never mind, it's nothing." You thoughtfully poured a glass of water for both of them, "Eat slowly, there's no rush."

Matsuda Jinpei took the water:?

"Hey, can't you tell us?" Hagiwara Kenji held his chin and made a sad expression, "I understand not telling Jinpei-chan, but why not tell Kenji-chan?"

“Just…” You said with a sad face, “You will know soon.”

As soon as the words fell, the performance table began to perform steadily.

"ah--!!"

The sharp shouts echoed in the empty cafe.

“Someone’s dead!!”

*

The two people in front of me stood up.

"You knew it a long time ago... No, other people also knew that something would happen..." A prophet? Jinpei Matsuda looked thoughtful. He glared at you and said, "Don't sneak away later."

"○-chan has grown up..." Hagiwara Kenji sighed, "You don't even tell us your secrets anymore, just cry, cry."

"...Hurry over there, the police are needed there." You regretfully retracted your feet that were about to sneak away, and lay on the table with dead fish eyes, "I'm cheering you on mentally."

"Obviously... before dinner, You-kun was fine..." The crying woman took the tissue handed to her by others, "We also agreed to go to see wedding dresses tomorrow... Why... did this happen?"

"Don't feel bad for this scumbag, Sakai!" The short-haired woman suddenly shouted, "Morishita doesn't really like you at all, he just covets your property!"

"This..." The woman named Kaoru Sakai was stunned for a moment. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a tissue and asked in confusion, "I already knew it... But my money is also a part of me. If Youjun likes my money, doesn't that mean he likes me too?"

Oh my god, you're a lovesick person... You were just about to say that being a lovesick person is a bad thing and that spending money on men will bring you bad luck for the rest of your life, but you heard the other person continue.

"If you don't like him anymore, just kick him out." Sakai Fumio gave a very standard Yamato Nakashiko smile, "It didn't cost much to raise Yu-kun. It's not even as much as the cost of going to a host club."

This... is really wonderful.

You were watching the show in the back with a small plate of melon seeds. You had already known on the forums that the story of being chosen by the Grim Reaper was full of melodrama, twists and turns, and bizarreness. This was your first time seeing the live version, and before the story even started, the outrageous words of the people involved were already so exciting.

But put yourself in her shoes, facing this beautiful and wealthy sister, who can resist shouting: "Rich woman, hungry, food"?

The short-haired girl was obviously shocked by the remarks and she fell back to her seat in a daze.

Matsuda Jinpei, who had been watching for a while, coughed, took out his police ID, and said sternly, "Tell me everything that happened."

Kenji Hagiwara went to the side to examine the body.

You took a peek. Hmm, this Morishita is indeed handsome, but how did the "Death God" walk up to the corpse so naturally and examine it together with Hagiwara Kenji? Didn't anyone stop him? No, do you really allow children to perform autopsies in this place? And -

Hagiwara Kenji, what are you doing?! Why are you still chatting with the "God of Death"?

When Jinpei Matsuda saw Conan Edogawa, he said in dissatisfaction, "This brat..." Why does he always run to the crime scene? Isn't there any adult to take care of him?

Conan Edogawa was exchanging information with Kenji Hagiwara, and when he looked up, he saw Jinpei Matsuda, and immediately put on an innocent face: "Big brother, what's wrong?"

Matsuda Jinpei clicked his tongue, not wanting to communicate with the kid, and turned to ask Hagiwara Kenji: "Hagiwara, did you find anything?"

"The mouth tastes bitter almonds, the lips are purple, and the person is in opisthotonos... It can be confirmed that it is poisoning by Q-drugs and murder." Hagiwara Kenji walked to Matsuda Jinpei and hooked his neck. "Well, it is a reaction to short-term exposure to high-concentration drugs. The people who left the cafe earlier can be ruled out as suspects." He said with a smile, "Those who stay here now are all suspects."

At this point, Hagiwara Kenji gave you a meaningful look.

You tilted your head in confusion and spit the melon seed shells in your mouth into the trash can.

What are you doing? You can't solve the case.

Just this is the cause of death... You smacked your lips, it really is Q-chemical, where did the rice flower people import the illegal drugs from? This thing is almost as local as the Baga eggs, right?

Oh, the forum seems to have listed fishing lines as high-risk items, so Mihua’s fishing lines can also be considered a local specialty... right?

The little millet flower is a local specialty of a small place, creating a myth.