It was almost nine o'clock when they returned from the Mori Detective Agency. The cafe was at its busiest time. Hinata Hajime could see office workers drinking coffee and working overtime in the private rooms inside at the door. He felt it was not a good idea to go in and disturb the boss now. Besides, the man who looked like a policeman that Kamukura Izuru mentioned was not there either.

The next day, the weather was very good. It drizzled in the early morning. It was cool outside. The sun was not bright, but a little warm. It was a good day to go out.

Hinata Sou went out with the straw cake in his arms. He had already given gifts to the neighbors around him, so it was only natural that he would send them to the cafe last.

Thinking of this, Hinata Hajime pushed open the door, and a blond waiter in clean clothes came up to him and said, "Welcome!"

"Hello!" Hinata Hajime spoke quickly, "I'm Hinata Hajime who just moved in from across the street."

Amuro Toru had the same smile on his face as before, and even looked quite cheerful, "I heard that it was the person who had the same voice as Conan from Mr. Maori's family. Really, your voices are exactly the same!"

"I've been criticized by many people, and I'm also very distressed." Hinata Hajime sighed helplessly, "May I ask who you are?"

"Ah, I should introduce myself. My name is Toru Amuro, and I'm a waiter here. The boss is making coffee at the counter." Toru Amuro took Hinata Hajime to the front service counter and introduced Hinata Hajime's identity when the boss looked at him in confusion.

"Oh, it's you! I heard about it from Mr. Maori." The boss smiled, "He said that a person with a voice very similar to the kid who lived in his house moved in, but the cakes he sent over are delicious, several times better than what I have here. I must try them carefully. I also have snacks here, and they are not inferior to yours."

Hinata Hajime smiled and said, "No need to compare, just like it."

Besides, it’s hard to imagine that anyone could make better snacks than Kamukura Izuru.

What is humility? He doesn't know.

"Well, as a return gift, I'll buy you some coffee." The boss raised the coffee cup in his hand, "It will be ready soon, please wait a moment."

After thanking the boss, Hinata Hajime found a seat and sat down. He looked around and realized that this store was really big. Although it was called a cafe, it served both snacks and drinks, and there were quite a few waiters inside. It looked like a very popular cafe.

After a while, the boss came over with a cup of coffee. He smiled and said, "I've eaten the snacks you brought. They're really delicious. How did you make them? I heard you don't have a job. Do you want to work here? I will definitely not treat you badly!"

"No, I actually have a job, but I seem to be a little free at this time." Hinata Hajime quickly refused, "Snacks are just a hobby, yes, just a hobby."

"You're amazing. You can do your hobby so well." The boss shook his head regretfully, "Then I won't bother you anymore."

Hinata Sou responded politely, so the boss returned to the workbench with a sigh and continued to make the next cup of coffee. Hinata Sou picked up the coffee and took a sip. The bitterness and fragrance burst out from the tip of his tongue, and the mellow flavor lingered on his lips and teeth for a long time. It was indeed a good cup of coffee.

[Izuru, which policeman are you talking about? ]

【The person who just spoke to you. 】

Hinata Hajime was stunned for a moment. He held the coffee and looked at Amuro Toru who was greeting the customers and asking them to write down their names. He looked very dedicated. As if he noticed Hinata Hajime's gaze, Amuro Toru turned his head and looked at Hinata Hajime. The dark-skinned young man who seemed to be mixed-race smiled at Hinata Hajime.

It didn't feel like a police officer at all.

Even Dazai Osamu, who left the Mafia and joined the Armed Detective Agency several years ago, still has traces of his time in the Mafia on his body. Those traces are difficult for ordinary people to find, but they are very obvious in the eyes of Kamijou Izuru. Perhaps the same is true for this man named Amuro Toru. Hinata Hajime can't see it. Only someone like Kamijou Izuru who has lit up the omnipotent signal can find the corresponding theory from those subtle movements and judge that he is a policeman.

This is also the reason why Hinata Hajime does not like analytical ability. With this talent, everyone's secrets can be found out, and Hinata Hajime does not want to carry other people's secrets.

His own secret was scary enough.

At this moment, Hinata Hajime heard a familiar voice. No, it should not be said a familiar voice. It should be said that he heard his own voice.

"Sister Xiaolan, what are you doing in the cafe so early in the morning?"

"My dad was drunk early in the morning. He just came downstairs to ask the boss for a cup of coffee but didn't pay. He took the coffee and went home. Now he's fast asleep." Mao Lilan's voice was a little angry. "I had no choice but to come downstairs to help him pay the bill."

Edogawa Conan twitched his lips and said, "Mouri Kogoro, you are really worthy of me."

Moreover, he felt his eyelids twitching early in the morning. Edogawa Conan was a person who believed in science and never paid attention to metaphysics. However, sometimes things like luck could not be explained by science. Anyway, he felt that he was really unlucky these past few days.

Mao Lilan pushed open the door of the cafe and Edogawa Conan followed her. The next moment his premonition came true.

He saw Hinata Hajime sitting next to him and looking right into his eyes.

Edogawa Conan: ...

No, as soon as he saw Hinata Hajime, he felt a stomachache.

"Ah, it's Mr. Hinata!" Ran Mouri discovered Hinata Hajime. Because his voice was exactly the same as Conan's, Ran Mouri had a good impression of Hinata Hajime and was deeply impressed by him. When she saw Hinata Hajime, she walked over and greeted him politely.

So Conan had no choice but to smile, "Good morning, Hinata brother!"

I hope Hinata Hajime won’t mention yesterday’s conversation in front of Xiaolan, especially the thing about him being a 1.7-meter-tall high school student before.

"Good morning." Hinata Hajime smiled in a gentle voice.

"Sister Xiaolan, you go and pay the money back. I want to stay here and play with Brother Hinata!" Edogawa Conan climbed onto the chair opposite Hinata Hajime, "Is that okay? Brother Hinata!"

Hinata Hajime looked at him, he blinked, and then took another sip of coffee.

"Oh, of course."

"Then Conan, you have to be good. I'll be back soon." Xiaolan smiled apologetically at Hinata Hajime, then turned around to find the boss to pay the debt owed to Maori Kogoro in the morning. It happened that many customers came at this time, so Maori Ran had to wait patiently for the boss to finish his work.

After confirming that Mouri Ran would not come over for a while, Edogawa Conan looked at Hinata Hajime, and then he spoke in a low voice.

"Who are you?"

"Huh?" Hinata Hajime was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he thought, "I should be Hinata Hajime, not anyone else."

Conan Edogawa fell into deep thought. He began to wonder whether Hinata Hajime was pretending or really believed it.

He knew some geniuses, many of whom were called geniuses, had social barriers, which could be specifically manifested as excellent talent in certain aspects and extremely low desire to communicate. However, Hinata Hajime was obviously not a person who could not communicate. It even seemed that everyone liked him and had a natural sense of closeness.

No, that's not right. When he had red eyes, he was quite difficult to get along with.

Is this the reason why this person wears colored contact lenses? Wearing colored contact lenses makes one's personality better. What kind of comic book character setting is this?

"Do you still think I'm not a child?" Conan Edogawa asked in a low voice.

"Isn't this true?" Hinata Hajime put the coffee cup on the table. "However, this is indeed a very unscientific thing. I was also a little surprised when I figured it out. But don't worry, I'm not here to investigate you, and I won't tell your sister Xiaolan."

Conan Edogawa snapped the plastic spoon in his hand and threw it into the trash can without much care. "So what are you doing here?"

He must ask it today. He spent the whole night thinking about it yesterday but still couldn't figure it out. Today he has two big dark circles under his eyes.

"I'm on a business trip and working overtime." Hinata Hajime answered seriously, "I was forced to come here to handle some tasks unexpectedly. It's very troublesome."

Edogawa Conan looked at Hinata Hajime strangely, but in his smile, Edogawa Conan found that he could not find any room for refutation. He even felt that what Hinata Hajime said must be true. Neither in appearance nor in temperament did he look like a member of any organization.

"...In that case."

Just as Edogawa Conan was about to say something, there was an extremely harsh sound of a table being pushed over.

The plate fell to the ground and broke. The well-dressed man looked disdainful. He looked at the woman opposite him with disgust, "Stop making trouble. Look at you. You are no different from a shrew now. I really regret marrying you. Let's get a divorce."

As he said that, the man took out a few coins from his pocket and slapped them on the table next to him, then walked away without looking back.

The woman who was left there looked at him blankly as he left. After a moment, she lowered her head and burst into tears.

The man happened to be walking out, passing by Hinata Hajime. The moment he walked over, Hinata Hajime frowned slightly. He stretched out his hand to cover his nose. The strong smell of cologne penetrated his nose. He even suspected that the man had poured a bottle of perfume on himself.

Toru Amuro hurried over, comforting the crying woman while cleaning up the mess on the floor. The woman was still crying and seemed to have no idea why things had turned out like this.

"That piece of clothing is very expensive, it's a famous brand that was shown on TV, and it's a custom-made model that costs hundreds of thousands." Edogawa Conan glanced at the door, "But it doesn't look right on him. It looks like he bought it directly from the store, and he doesn't mind if it doesn't fit. He must be someone who suddenly became rich."

"The crying woman is his wife, but she doesn't have any expensive jewelry on her, and even her clothes are very plain." Conan Edogawa frowned, "That guy must have wanted to divorce his wife a long time ago."

Hinata Sou put down his hand that was covering his nose and said, "You are amazing."

Edogawa Conan: ...

Being praised for one's own voice is not a good thing at all; it just gives him goosebumps.

And, is that amazing? How amazing is it that you can just take a quick look and realize that you were a high school student before!

Ran Mouri is a girl, and because of the unexpected situation, the customers were a little nervous, and some just left. This made Ran Mouri quickly settle the bill with the boss. So she carefully made way for Toru Amuro and walked to the woman who was crying and collapsed. She reached out and patted the woman on the shoulder.

"How are you? Are you injured?" Mao Lilan said worriedly, "That person is really too much."

The woman raised her head, as if she realized there was a girl in front of her. Her defenses instantly broke down and she hugged Mouri Ran's arm, her shoulders shaking from crying.

"I don't know what's going on. He wasn't like this before."

"But recently he has been going too far. I suspect he is cheating on me, so today I asked him to come here to ask him about it, thinking that if he is not cheating, I can clear up the misunderstanding. But he is actually like this. He is actually asking for a divorce from me."

"Did I do something wrong? I have no idea."

Mao Lilan patted her shoulder, not knowing what to say. After all, her family was a mess with her parents separated, and she didn't know how to advise a woman who had relationship problems.

It seemed that she had finally found someone to talk to. The woman continued to talk while crying. Hinata Hajime and Edogawa Conan heard some of it from the side.

The woman's name is Mizuide Yoko, she is 28 years old this year, and her husband's name is Mizuide Taro. They have been married for six years, and if you include the time they have been dating, it has been more than seven years. When they first got married, they were really in love. Although they have never had children, neither of them cared and they lived happily as a couple.

But just three months ago, Taro Mizuide began to come home late frequently. He would leave before dawn every morning and come back near the dawn. Sometimes he would not come back all night. And every time he came back, Yoko could smell the cheap perfume on her husband.

Very sweet and disgusting.

Moreover, during this period, Mizuide Taro suddenly had an extra sum of money. He said that it was because he was promoted, and that he had been working hard and working overtime, leaving home early and coming back late. However, Mizuide Yoko knew her husband very well and knew that he had already reached the end of his job and there was no possibility of promotion.

So, Yoko Mizuide suspected that her husband was cheating on her, and then the scene in the cafe this morning was born.

"With money from unknown sources and the smell of cheap perfume on his body, it's normal to be suspected of cheating." Edogawa Conan whispered to Hinata Hajime, "But, a job that is both cheating and lucrative can't be a gigolo, right? But that guy doesn't look like someone who can be a gigolo."

At this time, Mao Lilan raised her head and looked at Conan Edogawa suspiciously: "Conan, what did you just say?"

"No, I didn't say anything." Edogawa Conan smiled happily, "It was Hyuga brother who said that just now, and I didn't hear clearly what Hyuga brother said."

Hinata Hajime: ...

"Is that Mr. Hinata?" Mao Lilan retracted her gaze, "Sorry, sorry."

"Is this fun?" Hinata Sou looked at Edogawa Conan strangely.

"It's just that it's convenient to suddenly find that the voice is the same." Edogawa Conan looked at Mizuide Yoko who had stopped crying, "Although I don't know what's wrong with that man, they are probably destined to divorce."

Hinata Hajime looked at the woman who was trying to calm herself down, and after a moment he raised his head slightly.

[That man is wrong.] Kamukura Izuru spoke.

[It's really not right. The pungent smell of perfume and the sudden appearance of a huge amount of money don't look like they made money through normal channels. Could it be the mafia? I remember that the mafia is legal in Japan.]

Kamukura Izuru looked calmly at Edogawa Conan across from him, and then said something that made Hinata Hajime's pupils shrink slightly.

He said: [The perfume didn't come from the woman, he sprayed it on himself.]

[What?] Hinata frowned, [Why would he need to use such a low-quality perfume?]

"Brother Hinata?" Edogawa Conan looked at Hinata Hajime with a little confusion in his eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

"I thought of something." Hinata looked up at Conan Edogawa, "Conan, you said that he suddenly became rich, so he bought himself a lot of expensive clothes on the spot, right?"

"Yes, his clothes and shoes are all expensive brands, and his hair looks like it has been done at a high-end barber shop."

"Then why did he choose a low-quality perfume?" Hinata Hajime murmured, "He is so rich, why doesn't he choose some big-name perfumes? Those perfumes won't have such a pungent smell even if they are used incorrectly."

Edogawa Conan instantly understood what Hinata Hajime was talking about, "Is he using that cheap perfume to block out other smells?!"

For example: the smell of blood.