When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the table, and I was stunned for a moment.

It's a bit like the feeling of falling asleep during math class in the past. I always felt like it wasn't enough. And my head, which was already fuzzy from math class, would become even more confused if I closed my eyes for a while.

But then, it’s like waking up: Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing!

My first reaction was to sit up quickly in shock and subconsciously touch the corner of my mouth - I wasn't drooling, so Jingguang's face was saved.

How come I fell asleep suddenly, right before dinner?

I touched my belly and felt like I was too hungry.

"Are you awake, Ling-kun?"

The sound behind my ear sprayed a soft breath on my skin, which was a little itchy. This made me wake up instantly, and I turned around and saw Sir An taking back the plate used by the guest.

Um……

Um?

Um!

I fell asleep, huh?!

Right here!

囧rz.

I held my face tightly. There were obviously more people sitting in the cafe behind me. The Maori family had already left. I looked down at the watch on my wrist.

Fortunately, although I felt like I slept for a long time, in reality only ten minutes had passed.

I felt a little comforted, but there was still an inexplicable sense of shame that made my ears hot.

"I'm sorry, Toru-kun, I..."

I was just thinking about how to explain it when An Sir took the initiative to speak up and relieved my embarrassment, "Ling-kun looks very tired. How long has it been since you had a good rest?"

"I slept all day yesterday, but I always feel anxious and nervous, so it's not good. In addition..." I answered An Sir's question casually, and almost blurted out the words "Jingguang's body". I quickly changed the subject, "My work lately is also a headache."

Sir An put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, washed his hands, and then brought the prepared dishes to me.

"Eat something first. Even if you are busy at work, you should remember to take a good rest."

Why do these words sound so incongruous coming from Sir An's mouth? As a Japanese worker working four jobs, you should keep these words to yourself.

I smiled and nodded. The delicious aroma of the food aroused my appetite and made me pick up my chopsticks impatiently.

For some reason, I felt that the way Sir An looked at me was as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant.

Did you notice something?

I touched my head. I was in a hurry when I went out today. Because I was really hungry, I didn't use skin wax. I just covered it casually. After all, I have bangs, so it can be covered up well.

But when I fell asleep just now——

While eating, I glanced at An Sir's back secretly. I think he noticed something.

Although it was not my intention, I would be surprised if I didn't find anything during these ten minutes of almost unconscious time.

But it's just right, as it saves me from having to find ways to leave clues for Sir An.

This logical arrangement is actually the most labor-saving one.

Now - this tomato pasta is really delicious. They are just ordinary ingredients, so how come Sir An makes it so delicious?

Is it because I'm too hungry?

I quickly finished the whole order, but I was still not satisfied. The considerate and understanding An Sir immediately gave me another sandwich and a glass of freshly squeezed juice.

So satisfying, this is a wife.

I want to marry him home.

She is good-looking, good at making money, energetic, and has all the qualities of a good wife.

Maybe my gaze was too hot. Although An Sir had his back to me, he suddenly shivered, and it was obvious that he felt a cool sensation on his back.

I quickly lowered my head and concentrated on eating.

Before I finished eating, I heard the cell phone in An Sir's pocket ringing.

I paused as I picked up the cup, and noticed that when he saw the number, his brows frowned slightly, but it was very subtle.

So I unconsciously sat up straighter, leaned slightly to the side, and raised my ears.

The best use of brain flower is reflected here. When you become familiar with the function of brain flower, you can use the control over brain flower to complete many things that cannot be controlled subjectively, such as the five senses.

I held a glass of lemon juice in one hand and stretched out my chin to enhance my hearing.

Sir An's voice was of course very clear, but what I really wanted to hear was the voice on the other end of the phone, which was softer.

All I could hear were a series of words like "bourbon," "being stared at," and "gin."

But these few key words are enough for me to roughly guess who the call is from.

The melodious female voice must be from Sister Bei.

Sister Bei’s phone number before the nightmare.

As expected, Curacao's action should be in these two days. However, due to Conan's strange timeline, I can't accurately judge the time to the exact day.

I put the cup down, raised my head and met Sir An's gaze.

...Sorry, I was eavesdropping.

"Cough cough cough—" I cleared my throat and sat up straight to ease my embarrassment.

Mr. An was very knowledgeable. He pretended not to notice what I had done and took away the empty plate and cup in front of me. "Are you still hungry?"

I shook my head, touched my belly, and couldn't eat anymore.

If you count carefully, what Sir An gave me was exactly the amount for one meal, not more, not less.

I fumbled with my fingers, going over in my mind my recent acquisitions.

According to the clues I have so far... that's enough.

Who told me to? I really don't want to take a New Year's Day holiday with great difficulty. I finally got through the holiday, but when I get here I still have to read other people's papers written in pure English, and they even have to translate across disciplines.

I need a professional worker to help me share the pain.

Moreover, the timing was right, so I asked, "Tou-kun, do you have any extra time today?"

"I" invited "Amuro Toru" for a date.

"Toru Amuro" was surprised by my invitation.

"Toru Amuro" showed interest in my invitation.

"Toru Amuro" accepted my invitation.

I am about to get free labor.

The plan is through!

"What can I do for you, Ling-kun?" An Sir wiped the cup and put it upside down on the shelf. The customer's order had been completed, and he had nothing to do, so he simply sat in front of me.

"Rather, is there something Toru-kun wants to ask me?" I propped up my chin and looked at him. "It's been like this since we first met. No matter what kind of look he gave me - alert, tentative or emotional, Toru-kun's eyes always had an indelible sadness in them."

Of course—it’s a lie.

I didn't see anything, it was just a look. It's amazing that I could see an emotion. Don't even mention anything like three parts coldness or four parts indifference, that doesn't exist.

But I know that as long as I say this, no matter whether Sir An is in that mood at the time or not, he will definitely be able to relate to it.

After all, eye contact is relatively abstract, and some emotions are inherently unconscious.

Moreover, as a scene body, it is inevitable that Sir An will feel sad and regretful after seeing it, so I am sure that I will not make any mistakes.

Sure enough, after hearing what I said, Sir An did not say anything. His smoky blue pupils were fixed on me tightly, as if he wanted to see something through my body.

"But today, Toru-kun is even more different. Compared to the past few days, you seem to be more certain of something, and more complicated - you are examining me, but at the same time you also hate this kind of scrutiny from yourself." At this time, I looked away and pointed my finger at the table, "Is it because someone said something to Toru-kun - or saw something?"

Has Conan exchanged information with An Sir?

I don't think so. Judging from how close Conan and Red Fang are, his first choice, besides me, is actually the FBI.

After all, Conan has been in contact with them for a longer time and has a deeper relationship with them. In the past, a lot of information was directly passed on to Conan by Judy, so if it were me, if I needed it, I would think of Judy first.

Of course, it's not that he doesn't trust Sir An, but his identity as a public security officer has just been revealed, and Director Ke has just directed a film in collaboration with his parents and the FBI to play Sir An. If the relationship is to become close, they have to go through some major events.

For example, Gin's nightmare, after Neon Wolf's executioner.

However, now that I mentioned the name "Scotland", he would at least communicate with me or the FBI.

After all, in his opinion, this is a wine name that appears after rum, so he will naturally pay more attention to it.

As I was thinking, I got off topic, so I’ll get back to the topic.

After listening to what I said, Sir An immediately took off the mask of Poirot's waiter, and his eye color became visibly lighter.

You know, the lightening of the eye color is like the special effect in Puppy Dog where the highlights are lost. This intuitive feeling is very weird.

"So, if Tou-kun has time today, why don't we have a frank talk. Of course, I will try my best to show you my sincerity." I raised the corners of my mouth slightly, not to the point of smiling, but not to the point of looking murderous either.

Jingguang's face looks a bit sharp because of his flared eyes, so these micro-expressions can soften these overly harsh edges.

When I was reading the comics before, I always imagined that Jingguang should be the super gentle type - of course, in fact, Jingguang is more inclined to this type, but his appearance is not harmless, but rather very aggressive.

But because Jingguang never likes to press down the corners of his lips, he looks gentle.

After all, just look at Brother Gao Ming and you will know that as long as you keep your face tight, the attack power of Fengyan is actually very strong.

Why do I know it so clearly?

There is no other way. Whenever I have nothing to do - especially when I was under long-term surveillance some time ago, I just look in the mirror.

In this world full of office workers, only Jingguang's beautiful face and body can give me a little warmth.

At this point, it is almost time to show our cards.

Because the cloak of temptation has been torn off, it cannot be dealt with by fooling around.

Sir An stood up, took off his apron and hung it on the hanger.

"Ms. Enomoto, the peak season is almost over. I have put the desserts and some supplies in the freezer. I have some personal matters to take care of later, so I have to trouble you this afternoon. I will ask for leave from the store manager again." Sir An felt a little sorry, but because Poirot was very serious about his work, he didn't take leave very often.

There were not many people on weekdays, and Ms. Enomoto was very considerate. "It's okay, Mr. Amuro. You're always in my care. I'll just take over here, don't worry."

After thanking me, An-sir and Enomoto-san took their coats in their hands, walked past me, and whispered:

"I'll go get the car."