Ride your bike downstairs, Conan goes upstairs, and you go back to the store and continue working hard.

When you finally have some free time, it is almost evening and you turn on your phone as usual.

You see Conan's psychological activities in the comics, and finally understand why this guy appeared...

It turns out he has been following me all along!

[I was so scared, so scared... Fortunately, Matsuda survived...]

[Ahhh, that set of moves is so cool! I am a fan of Jiang Lai! ]

【#Jiang Lai Fan Club#: Welcome new members (scatter flowers~)】

[# == #: Sisters, I took another screenshot (Jiang Lai's eight-toothed smile jpg.)]

【Oh, I took the emoticon pack from above! 】

you:……

[Well... so Jiang Lai's identity is still unclear...]

[Ha, upstairs, what's unclear, delivery guy! (Tactical fade away)]

[Ah, this... So the delivery guy is indeed a member of the mysterious organization that knows everything. (Funny jpg.)]

[Hey, is no one paying attention to HLJ, which is similar to the main storyline? ]

[My first reaction was that it was a vixen.]

[Hahaha, the above is poisonous, but it is definitely not Chinese pinyin~]

[Plus one, English is the most likely, or Japanese Romanization, Spanish is more likely than Chinese...]

You: Very good, even domestic netizens think so. No one knows the truth~=v=

[#R洛七#: Well, if we only analyze the name, he does look a bit like someone from the black side. ]

【？ ？ ？】

[Please start your performance (dog head jpg.) @R洛七]

【 #R洛七#: HektoLitre is a unit of volume, commonly used in alcoholic beverages. Jimbeam is a type of bourbon whiskey produced in the United States, and its Chinese translation is Jimbeam whiskey. Put them together and you get HLJ. 】

【Ah, this...】

[…Wow, it’s the boss…]

[Whether you believe it or not, I believe it 2333. ]

[#R洛七#: But if he is really the black side, his email is very strange...so it is really hard to determine his camp. ]

[That’s right, unless this guy is an undercover agent of the Metropolitan Police Department, or… Matsuda is an undercover agent sent by the black side???]

[I’m dizzy, let’s not talk about it anymore, let’s just wait and see what happens next…]

You: Black... I'm scared.

[Great Prophet! You got it right again! Here's another one! @Great Prophet]

【For example, what is HLJ's camp prediction? @大预测家】

You tap your fingers on your phone, then delete and rewrite - it's better to be mysterious.

[#Great Prophet#: I don’t know. Unknown results cannot be predicted. 】

You hear the sound of a car engine coming from the door, put down your phone and look up. It is a black car with a familiar outline.

Jinpei Matsuda came out from inside, and this time he didn't hold a cigarette, so he walked into the store very decisively.

"Welcome~ Are you off work?" You smiled, "Your takeaway today was not delivered to you for some reason. I will deliver it to you tomorrow."

"Ah, Officer Shiratori told me." Matsuda Jinpei paused, "I came to say thank you."

"My brother died at the hands of this guy. I have always wanted to arrest this guy, but... maybe I almost went to accompany Hagiwara." Matsuda Jinpei reached out to touch the cigarette box, but suddenly remembered the no-smoking sign in the store and stopped moving.

"Haha, why don't you smoke it? After all, you just went through a thrilling experience today~" You laughed, "I also want to thank you for your fearless spirit."

Matsuda Jinpei finally stopped smoking. He took out his wallet from his pocket and said with a smile, "Apply for a card. I'll be a regular customer from now on."

Eh? You were stunned for a moment, then smiled and recharged his card: "Welcome to come often~ I'll give you a 30% discount~ Takeaway is free □□."

Jinpei Matsuda takes the card back, looks at you and asks, "Can I ask your name?"

“Jiang Lai,” you blinked, “a traveler from China.”

"Okay," Matsuda Jinpei nodded, "I'll remember that."

Then he asked again: "Do you know HLJ?"

I asked you so directly?!

But you still have a puzzled look on your face: "What is this? A strange code?"

"No, it's a person. A... good person?" Matsuda Jinpei smiled, put the money bag back into his pocket, and waved goodbye, "Well, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," you say. "Corn dog sushi?"

"Let's change it," Matsuda Jinpei turned around, "Which kind of sushi do you like?"

"I like to eat the most expensive sushi in the store." You blurt out.

Matsuda Jinpei: “…”

you:"……"

You laughed dryly: "Just kidding... Well, I'm not picky about food. I eat everything. I don't have a favorite or a dislike."

"Then let's order the most expensive one. Give me twenty servings. I'll share them with everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department," Matsuda said with a smile, then got into the car and started the car. He said through the window, "It's probably around eight in the morning."

"Okay, okay!" Thank you for taking care of my business! ! Your eyes instantly turned into stars.

Jinpei Matsuda drove away, still steering with one hand and texting with the other.

[Have you found HLJ? ] Jinpei Matsuda texted the head of the information department and asked.

[No, the number is empty and the information does not exist.]

It seems that the other party is quite powerful. Matsuda Jinpei took out a cigarette, lit it, and continued typing: [It seems that the other party does not want others to know. ]

[Matsuda, do you have a goal? ]

[Oh - there is one, because it feels like everything is too coincidental, but... it shouldn't be.] Matsuda paused and continued typing, [In that case, there is no need to check it anymore. Anyway, "Good Man HLJ", the other party is a good person?]

[Who knows if he is a good person or not? People like him usually don’t have a clear stance. I am worried that he will hack into the core system of the Metropolitan Police Department. But this time, I am really grateful for his help.]

[Has the person who is listed as one of yours made any move?] Matsuda typed.

[No... He said that if it's not a big deal, don't call him. This probably isn't a big deal in his mind.]

Matsuda laughed. This bastard...

[Let’s wait until HLJ shows up next time.] After sending this message, Jinpei Matsuda put down his phone.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he picked up the phone again.

[Hey, I'll treat you guys to sushi tomorrow.]

[? Matsuda, you actually bought us sushi? ]

[You guys...don't make me look like a thief.]

[No, no, that's not what I meant... I just remembered that you didn't really like eating this.]

Matsuda blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Now I like you, is that okay?"

[…Which sushi is this? ]

[You can also visit the rice flower Iroha sushi shop often. 】

[No way, Matsuda? Are you advertising? Who is the pretty girl who is the store manager? ]

"Fuck." Matsuda Jinpei cursed with a smile and continued typing.

[Don't let me have wild thoughts. The store manager is a man. He is a...]

He flicked the send button, paused for a moment, and added another message.

【Good man.】

The author has something to say:

The various departments and positions of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department are too complicated to understand, so let's just make it up. Don't take it seriously.

Thanks to the friendly appearance of netizens 233 in Lausanne