The incident finally came to an end, but such a murder in public had a significant impact, so the concert was naturally postponed. After all, even Mr. Hasegawa, the person in charge, was involved, and he had to bear some responsibility for obstructing the police in their investigation.

But this has nothing to do with me, because I was regarded as a suspect and almost got blamed, but in the end I provided clues and helped. So after I got paid for the day, Yoko Okino's studio gave me a special sum of hush money and asked me not to spread this matter outside.

Of course, I would not spread it, but if I did not accept the money, Okino Yoko's studio would not be at ease. Then there is Mr. Hasegawa's apology to me - in fact, I don't quite understand where his apology to me comes from. Although it is true that suspicion was focused on me at the beginning, Mr. Hasegawa was actually ready to take the blame and did not intend to frame me, but he still felt guilty.

So she helped me to build bridges and my newly started makeup business got on the right track.

Is this the power of connections? It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous.

Because I have been busy with work for a while, it is really troublesome to use makeup to cover my freckles every time I go out. I just want to lie there and sleep a little longer.

So I just gave myself a very noticeable bangs once and for all - it is worth mentioning that I remember Jingguang originally had bangs, but because he ignored it for a long time, his hair grew very fast, the hair at the back grew longer, and the bangs naturally grew longer as well. I originally thought that this would be more confusing.

Now I find that bangs are more useful.

All in all, it was too good to be true that life was on track.

I ended the call with Mr. Hasegawa's assistant and continued walking with my shopping cart. Today I want to try making seafood. Yesterday I took a job as a makeup artist for a TV program. It turned out to be a food program. The crab tasted so good!

I didn’t feel comfortable eating other people’s food yesterday, so I’ll treat myself to a treat today.

There is also watermelon. I want to eat watermelon. It’s out of season so I want to cut half of the watermelon and eat it!

However, the price is really prohibitive.

I sighed and was about to leave when suddenly another hand reached out from beside me and put the watermelon into its shopping cart.

"What a coincidence, Fūya-kun."

What a coincidence, Amrosan?

When I looked up, I saw a handsome dark-skinned guy in casual clothes looking at me with a business smile on his face, which surprised me.

No, my body is really not prepared for him at all. With my current alertness, I didn't feel anything until he spoke to me.

I rubbed my forehead. This was simply too fatal.

"Amuro-kun, today is a holiday, and Poirot must be very busy. How can you find time to come out and buy things?" I looked at the time on my watch and spoke to him naturally.

"It's because there are unexpectedly many people on a holiday, and the ingredients are consumed too quickly, so I took advantage of the fact that there are fewer people now to come out and replenish some," An Sir first answered my question briefly, and then said in surprise, "If I remember correctly, Fūya-kun should have never been to Poirot, how could you know the customer flow of Poirot?"

It looked like they were chatting, but actually they were setting a trap to test me.

If nothing unexpected happens, Sir An must have investigated me. It is very convenient for people within the system to change their citizenship.

There are definitely problems with my identity, but I believe in my boss's skills. At least on the surface, he shouldn't be able to find any problems. It's just that it doesn't stand up to scrutiny.

"Amuro-kun really underestimates Poirot's popularity. Yesterday at work I heard people talking about a special Imagawa-yaki weekend special."

And there is a seasonal fruit version. I wanted to eat watermelon because I heard it - but it's spring now, so it's not particularly out of season.

"It's just Imagawa-yaki. If you want to eat it, you're welcome anytime." He walked side by side with me. "Speaking of which, I wonder if you have time this afternoon?"

"I haven't been working these days..." Mainly because I feel that I have saved some of my funds, so there is no need for me to make so much reserves.

In the next few days I plan to take a closer look at the problem of the memory chip.

After I looked at the inward memory chip last time, although I couldn’t understand the codes at all, at least there was something in it. The second chip was empty, with nothing in it.

I didn't believe it, so I decided to concentrate on studying computer programming technology and then deal with that ghostly chip.

So I don't plan to take any work in the next few days.

"In that case, would you like to come to the store and help me try out the new product? I tried it yesterday, but without an objective review, it cannot be put on the shelves for the time being."

In other words – free afternoon tea?!

If you don't even rush to get something for free, then where is the dignity of me, an old B station member!

I was about to agree, but when I turned around and saw An Sir, I felt a strange feeling. He was clearly covered by dark skin, his collagen on his face was bouncy, and his spirit was full, but I just felt that he was a little sluggish.

Just a little bit, like the feeling of a senior high school student who finally gets a day off and plays games for half the night; his spirit is high, but his body is actually protesting.

I bet that Sir An must have been working hard for a few days. This working emperor has to take care of the organization and the public security, and he is always the supporting actor for Uncle Maori. He must have been checking my identity recently. The cafe is even developing new products.

Who wouldn’t say that the working emperor is awesome after seeing this? This is true 24/7 continuous rotation. Even robots don’t dare to play like this.

But the physical emotion left by Jingguang gave me an inexplicable feeling. I couldn't help but reach out my hand and point my fingertips under his eyelids, "Don't you take good care of yourself?"

After saying this, not only did Sir An look dazed for a moment, I was also stunned.

Then I realized what I had done.

What the hell am I doing? This is so embarrassing!

I felt my ears starting to get hot, so I quickly cleared my throat and coughed twice. Just as I was about to say something, Sir An spoke first.

"...Is it that obvious?" If you listen carefully, you can tell that his first syllable is a little astringent, but he quickly adjusted himself, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "I was entrusted with a case before, it's a bit tricky, so I haven't slept well recently. Is it obvious?"

It's not really obvious, especially from an outsider's perspective.

"Not really, I just have this feeling a little bit," I was a little panicked, and quickly changed the subject, "As for the new product test, I have time now, why don't we go together?"

Sir An probably didn't want to continue the previous topic, so he nodded in agreement with what I said.

As we chatted, we inevitably talked about the pile of things in my shopping cart, and in the end, somehow I borrowed Poirot's kitchen to discuss cooking with Sir An.

Actually, it’s not really inexplicable. After all, I originally wanted to find an opportunity to let Sir An taste my cooking skills. Otherwise, why would I stay in the rental house by myself to get familiar with Jingguang’s cooking skills.

Just for today!

Although I don't know why the topic turned around, the result is what I need.

I came here by public transportation, but Sir An is different, he is a car lover.

So the return trip was faster than the trip here.

As I expected, Polo's business was booming on the weekends, and the place was almost full when I went in.

You say, if Gin passes by here one day and suddenly wants to come in to eat something, how embarrassed Sir An would be.

After putting the ingredients in the refrigerator, Sir An and I washed our hands at the sink. I took off my coat and wore only my shirt. Then I sat at the bar and watched Sir An start to process the ingredients I bought.

Before this, I never thought that watching people cook could be such a pleasing thing. It turns out that no matter what you do, your appearance matters.

As the orders came in like a stream from Miss Enomoto, I thought about it for a moment and took an apron from the hanger in the next compartment.

"Such a hot business is really a sweet trouble. Why don't I help you? Just consider it as a reward for Amuro-kun asking me to make new products." I said and rolled up my sleeves. "Don't look at me like this. I am also a little confident in cooking."

Poirot's signature dish is not actually a very complicated food and beverage. On the contrary, if you only look at the name, it is very ordinary. But it is such an ordinary thing that can attract so many customers.

I thought about this and started working.

In order to fit in with the scenery as much as possible, I try to empty my mind and immerse myself in the task at hand.

As soon as the finished product comes out, Sir An, as the head chef, will naturally taste it first before serving it to the customers.

"Speaking of which, I've always had a question about Fūya-kun, but I don't know if it would be too offensive." I had just cut the watermelon into pieces and was about to squeeze the juice when Sir An suddenly spoke.

I said nonchalantly, "Amuro-kun will never offend me, please ask."

"Mr. Jōgōu, you said last time that you had a feeling of 'hit it off at first sight' with me. Do you think we have met before?" When Sir An said this, he was painting small flowers on the desserts with a piping bag with his back to me. I turned sideways and could only see his back.

As an intelligence expert like him who is accustomed to a multifaceted life, he will definitely pay attention to the other party's micro-expressions, or at least some subtle body language when getting answers.

Now, he has his back to me, unable to see me, and at the same time avoiding the possibility of me seeing him. Is he just asking me for an answer? - No, he is asking himself, he wants himself to give himself an answer.

My mouth and my language are just a medium for seeking recognition.

It seemed that he had completely connected me and Jingguang together, and the following questions were just rebuttals based on the answers.

Either I am myself, or I am a trap.

There are only these two diametrically opposed answers.

I carefully considered my words, but the resulting silence was misleading, and the air filled the kitchen counter with an almost stagnant atmosphere.

"…Maybe, I've really seen it."