Fujiwara Yuu glanced at Asano Kensaku, who was still unpacking the bag of half-finished potato salad. He walked to the refrigerator and took out some fresh ingredients, saying calmly:
"I came to the kitchen to look for you earlier. I knew you couldn't cook, so I came to help you make something."
"Officer Takashi, you can cook? That's amazing. I can't even fry an egg properly." Asano Kensaku said with a wry smile.
Can't even fry an egg properly? Doesn't that mean you're a level 10 disabled person? Fujiwara Yu pursed his lips, not letting out the complaint.
The two of them tinkered in the kitchen for a while. At least, apart from the semi-finished products, they still had borscht and curry udon noodles to eat. Fujiwara Yuu had originally wanted to make curry rice, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find any fresh rice, and the semi-finished rice was not tasty, so he simply made noodles.
Seeing that Asano Kensaku was about to serve the food, he suddenly asked:
"Mr. Asano, the plan to fake your death wasn't yours, was it?"
Kensaku Asano couldn't help but pause. He looked in surprise at Sosuke Takagi, who was leaning against the refrigerator and staring at him with a faint smile. He didn't know why, but every time he saw the police officer's smile, he felt a sense of danger, as if he had become a prey being targeted by a hunter.
He swallowed his saliva. This should have been a secret that could not be told, but he still nodded honestly:
"Yes...it's true that I didn't prepare it. It was prepared by the person who actually invited me. But Officer Takashi, can you please not tell anyone? I'm just a part-time worker. If people find out, I won't get the rest of my salary."
Kensaku Asano wasn't the inviter? Then who was the inviter?
Wait, could it be?
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