Chapter 208 Winter is Coming As soon as

these words came out, Cointreau and Tsukiyama Asari paused for a moment.

As the person who had just mixed this drink behind the bar, Yutani Miu could be sure that there was nothing wrong with this drink. He and Amuro Toru were not so reckless as to put drugs in the drink of the rum suspect whose identity had not yet been confirmed.

But since there was nothing wrong with this drink, Kawashima Akiyoshi's behavior was a bit strange.

The man narrowed his cold grey eyes slightly, and pushed the glass of wine that the other party pushed to him a little to the side. His eyes turned cold, and before he could speak, Amuro Toru, who was wiping the glass beside him, came over a few steps and smiled at the somewhat unruly guest, "Sorry, if the guest doesn't want this glass of wine, we can change it for you."

"Hey, uncle, don't you want this glass of wine?" Edogawa Conan also leaned forward, as if he didn't notice the strange atmosphere.

How dare you talk to Cointreau like this... The public security officer in the waiter uniform had the same thoughts as Edogawa Conan who was surprised. The two secretly glanced at Cointreau, whose eyes were as cold as his favorite sword, and couldn't help sweating again.

Should we say that Kawashima Akiyoshi is ignorant and fearless, or that he rushed up without caring about his life?

Feeling the almost unignorable low pressure next to him, Amuro Toru couldn't help but twitch his lips. He was about to say something before the atmosphere became more wrong, and then he heard the recognizable voice of the famous detective from a distance.

"Hey, why are you here too?!" Hearing some noisy sounds here, Maori Kogoro poured draft beer into his mouth while looking at the source of the sound. When he saw the waiter with very obvious features on the left side of the bar, the man widened his eyes and almost coughed out the beer in his mouth.

"Of course I'm here to work." The public security officer, who had expected this scene, immediately stood up straighter and smiled brightly as he usually did when they met in the cafe. "I didn't expect to meet Mr. Mori here. Have you received another commission?"

"Rather than saying it's a commission, it's better to say that I was tricked into cleaning up a mess." Kogoro Mori raised his eyebrows when he remembered what Masaya said during the meal. Then he looked at Toru Amuro who was wearing a mask, but he didn't have any doubts.

"I heard from those guys who often come to the cafe that your salary is almost deducted because you take too many days off. Let me tell you, if you spend less time doing some detective side job and work quietly in the cafe, your boss won't deduct your salary to the point where you have to work part-time to supplement the family income, right, Asari?"

"......Huh?" Tsukiyama Asari, who was still wondering why Kawashima Akiyoshi suddenly did this, finally turned his eyes away from the wine. He raised his head slightly and met the cold gray eyes of Yutani Mia, then lowered his head and quickly looked away, smiling and agreed, "......If Mr. Amuro took less days off, your salary would definitely not be deducted so much."

If he hadn't been hit on the back of his head, so much would not have been deducted.

He was just thinking about what happened before, and was absent-minded for a moment, but he didn't know what the little boy thought of, and even the look he gave him was filled with vague worry.

"Come to think of it, what were you talking about just now?" Seeing that the few people had finished talking, the old man who was just next to Maori Kogoro stood up and quietly moved his seat to the side of the bar, "I heard...you guys seemed to be arguing."

"I just want to buy this gentleman a drink." Kawashima Akiyoshi's expression didn't change at all. He looked at the glass of wine that was pushed away by Cointreau, and pushed it back while saying this. Obviously, the force was not strong, and the words he used were polite, but there was a sense of toughness.

Yu Gu Miao frowned and looked at him, but because of his current identity and situation, he suppressed the anger in his eyes, "... Sorry, I don't drink."

"The bartender doesn't drink?" The man raised his eyebrows, but did not follow the other party's words. Instead, he pushed the glass forward a little more, "Or... did you put something in it, so you dare not drink this glass of wine?"

"Hey, hey, that's not the case..." Maori Kogoro frowned and muttered because of this sentence.

"Although what you said is a bit exaggerated, it is necessary to be cautious, Mr. Maori." The old man sitting next to him whispered at this time, one of his eyes was blocked by black cloth, and the other was exposed through the mask, like an eagle.

Ignoring the old man's agreement, the man who had put his cane aside earlier tapped the table with his fingertips and said again, "Drink it."

Yu Gu Miao frowned and looked at him.

He didn't feel that the other party really suspected that there was something wrong with the glass of wine. This sentence was more like a means to force him to drink it, but forcing himself to drink seemed to have no other deep meaning except humiliation.

The man stretched out his hand, and a wave of coolness spread immediately after his fingertips touched the wall of the glass. The ice ball stuck in the middle of the glass wall was shining under the light.

If Kawashima Akiyoshi did this just to humiliate himself, then what was his identity to do this? If he was Rum, it was natural for him to do this, because he had been at odds with this second-in-command for a long time. But if he was not Rum... then who on earth could recognize his identity just by looking at these cold gray eyes, and still harbor such hostility.

As he lowered his eyes, Yutani Miu's expression faded. He took off the mask on the lower half of his face, put the glass against his lips, and then tilted his head slightly to put the cold wine into his throat.

"Drink it." After seeing the other party put the first sip of wine into his mouth, Kawashima Akiyoshi paused and spoke in an unclear manner.

It was hard for the man not to think of many not-so-good memories in this commanding tone. He tilted his head back, his throat rolling, and soon the whole glass of wine went into his stomach. After drinking it, he tilted the mouth of the glass towards the other party, motioning him to look, and put the glass on the table with force. The thick bottom of the glass hit the table and the crisp sound echoed in the bar.

The only feeling Yu Gu Miao now had was pain in his back teeth.

Long Island Iced Tea is basically made of spirits above 40°, and the taste is spicy. He hasn't been in such intense contact with alcohol for a long time. Even though he tried to endure it, he still turned his head and coughed a few times after putting down the glass, and was even stimulated to shed some physiological tears.

He quickly put on the lower half of the mask, covering the small half of his face again. Apart from the uncontrollable coughing and the knocking of the glass on the table, he showed almost no other emotions.

"Switch to...XYZ."

Kawashima Akiyoshi easily turned the incident over. After hearing the name of the wine, Yu Gu Miao took out the rum that had just been opened from the wine cabinet without any pause, and then moved a little higher and took out a bottle of Cointreau from the side of the wine cabinet.

The simultaneous appearance of these two kinds of wine was too coincidental, making people wonder if there was a hint in it. Conan Edogawa immediately shifted his attention from Cointreau to the rum suspect who ordered this drink.

Toru Amuro took out a clean wine glass and placed it next to Cointreau. He only felt a not-so-obvious line of sight looking through him at the man who took the glass and started to mix the drink. Gongan turned around and saw Subaru Okiya holding up the whiskey glass next to him and using the bright liquor inside to block his dark green eyes.

In his sight, Yutani Miu quickly put ice cubes into the glass to cool it down, and mixed the special cocktail with Cointreau and rum. The anger that had just leaked out was retracted, and he became calm again. This was quite different

from what Subaru Okiya had always known.

He had seen the uncontrollable panic in the eyes of the code members who mentioned the word "Cointreau", and thought that this professional assassin was about the same as Gin, but from now on... this killer who could be said to be of a high status seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of targeting.

Thinking about it this way, he had heard other people anxiously gritting their teeth and cursing that Gin was the most loyal lunatic, but when it came to Cointreau, the evaluation seemed to always be about weapons, and had nothing to do with anything human.

The organization's sharpest knife in the rumor was just a knife, a weapon that could be manipulated and polished at will. Looking at Cointreau's almost nonchalant appearance, the FBI agents could only vaguely guess that the threats and so-called oppression he suffered in the organization were probably much more severe than being forced to drink a glass of wine.

Regardless of whether it was rum or not, Akiyoshi Kawashima must have known that the masked bartender in front of him was Cointreau, and he also knew that he would never do anything unnecessary when performing a mission, so he acted so recklessly here.

Subaru Okiya cast his eyes on the man's hand on the table and saw some obvious marks on his hand in some special places. He looked past Akiyoshi Kawashima and wanted to take another look at the old man who came abruptly, but when he shifted his gaze, he noticed another trembling hand.

Tsukiyama Asari, who had not spoken much, seemed to have tried his best to suppress the urge to stand up. He lowered his head, his black hair blocked his eyes, and blocked the only place under the mask that could reveal his emotions. Only the slightly trembling left hand leaked a little emotion. But soon, he suppressed the trembling of his hand by holding the wine glass, and strictly closed the last window to see his emotions.

...He might have recognized the true identity of the bartender, but due to the current situation, he could only endure it and pretend to be ignorant.

Okiya Subaru recalled the short half-minute reunion of the two brothers in that high-rise building, and couldn't help but look away.

Not knowing what his appearance meant to others, Tsukiyama Asari tightly grasped the wine glass and endured for a long time before he resisted the urge to get up and leave.

But...if he doesn't leave...

he has felt the gaze behind him since not long ago, and sure enough, after he hesitated for a while, he felt his shoulder slightly heavy, and the scent of perfume that he had smelled at dinner just now came from behind again. Masaya, who had been sitting in the back, walked behind him with a wine glass in his hand and put his hand on his shoulder.

"It's so lively." The woman curled her lips, "I'll have another one too... Do you want something to drink? I'll treat you."

"Forget it..." Tsukiyama Asari twitched her lips, not even wanting to turn her head to the side. When they first came to the bar, in order to get Kawashima Akiyoshi closer to Okiya Subaru and the others, Edogawa Conan rushed to sit next to the graduate student who was drinking as soon as he came in.

Kawashima Akiyoshi, who came with them on the pretext of "treating Conan to drink juice as a gift to apologize", naturally sat next to the boy. Tsukiyama Asari simply sat on the other side of the man she had just met, thinking that this was also a marginal position, and she would see how they would get information from her openly or secretly. Who knew that the old man who was also blindfolded also changed his seat and sat over there.

On his left is Akiyoshi Kawashima, on his right is the one-eyed old man whose name is still unknown, and behind him stands Miss Masaya. He looks like he has been surrounded by rum candidates!

Usually, isn't it the little detective who gets this kind of treatment in the enemy camp? Why is it his turn today?!

Completely surrounded by the enemy, Tsukiyama Asari tried to raise his head and directed his sight straight to the wine rack in front of him, trying to divert his attention by looking at the only part of the front that was not blocked. But before he had raised his head for long, he felt his sight darken. Toru Amuro, who was wiping the wine glasses beside him, came over and stood at the bar in front of him.

"Lady, what would you like to drink?" The blond-haired, dark-skinned man put his hand forward a little, dropped it on the table, and smiled at the woman standing behind Tsukiyama Asari, who was completely out of place.

Amuro Toru's outfit today was more similar to the Bourbon outfit he wore when he was on a mission. When he came over, the black-haired man felt that he was completely surrounded by the guys from the four organizations, without even a chance to breathe.

Tsukiyama Asari held his forehead and moved forward a little bit speechlessly, not letting Masaya behind him get too close to him. He really couldn't handle this sudden closeness. This scene reminded him of the time when he was attacked by two people in a foreign villa. Even the back of his head was vaguely painful.

...Same feeling...Vermode?

The black-haired man was stunned. This feeling of his head being struck by lightning made him quickly pick up the wine glass to cover up the expression on his face.

"Let me think... Silent Third is fine." Miss Masaya curled her lips at the blond-haired and dark-skinned waiter in front of her, and finally put down her hand on Tsukiyama Asari's shoulder, "Mr. Maori, would you like a drink?"

Maori Kogoro, who was sitting in the booth, drank a few glasses of draft beer, and the half of his face that was exposed was drunk. He said "Huh?", looked at the others who had moved to the bar, and waved his hand, "Another glass of draft beer, I can't drink those special cocktails."

"I don't like some of the wines either." The old man agreed, and he squinted his eyes slightly, "For example, the wines with sweet wine like Cointreau to neutralize the taste, it's better to drink strong wine... Give me a killer."

"Really?" Picking up the Cointreau-flavored drink that had just been placed in front of him, Kawashima Akiyoshi smiled and said, "I think that we should drink the right drink for the right occasion."

That's right, the drinks you ordered either had Cointreau or rum, and Miyabi even ordered a special drink that mixed bourbon whiskey and Cointreau. This is a clear indication, don't order any drinks, just stand up and shout that I have a connection with both Cointreau and rum.

Tsukiyama Asari sat between the two people who were chatting, and felt that even the fruit juice special drink in front of him, which did not contain any alcohol, seemed out of place.

"...I forgot to introduce myself." The old man who had already chatted with others for a few sentences seemed to finally react. He put down the drink made entirely of strong liquor in his hand, "My name is Takafumi Saii, and I'm a guy who is about to retire. But I didn't expect to meet Mr. Mori here. It's really an honor. I have always wanted to meet the famous Mori Kogoro and learn from you."

"Huh?" Mori Kogoro, who was originally depressed because of Miss Masaya's sudden departure, was stunned for a moment after suddenly hearing a long paragraph of compliments, and then he touched the back of his head and smiled, "I dare not say anything else, but my detective Mori Kogoro's ability to solve cases is definitely one of the best. No matter what kind of murderer it is, I can see through it at a glance."

"If only I had eyes like Mr. Mori." Sai Takafumi smiled, but his eyes were gloomy, "In this way, I can tell at a glance who is the one with the betrayal heart. After all, at my age, there are many guys who are looking forward to my early retirement and handing over power... If I find out who it is, I will make him suffer more."

"Ah... uh." The half-drunk detective finally felt the subtle atmosphere. He raised his head and glanced at the bar a few times, laughing, "...Haha, it's not easy for you rich people..." It's

not easy for me either.

Tsukiyama pulled the corner of his mouth inward. He was sitting among so many people. No matter who was looking at whom or winking at whom, their eyes would always flicker over him. He just felt uneasy because of the gazes of these people, which contained who knows how many temptations and deep meanings. He wanted to escape from this place where the three candidates were all present.

Fortunately, after the topic was thrown back to Maori Kogoro, Miss Masaya and Sai Takafumi returned to their seats, finally giving the black-haired man a chance to breathe.

He felt uncomfortable staying in this place, so he simply found an excuse to leave early when the meeting was about to end. Although it was already dark, there were more people in the cabin than at other times, as if all the people on this ship were nocturnal animals. He avoided the crowd and walked to the innermost room. After closing the door, he immediately threw himself on the bed.

'It's so annoying. They're all riddlers. It's so exhausting to listen to them.'

[I've seen so many strange codes here. You should be used to them by now, right?]

Tsukiyama Asari pouted at the sudden words from the system. 'How can I get used to it... I'd better leave this kind of riddle to Conan and the others.'

[You might as well stay at home then.]

The system turned around and kept muttering to him as he lay on the bed, 'dying'.

[They didn't even call it a day for fun this time. They're clearly trying to take everyone on the boat to the island to die. It's obvious that Shuugo and Mie are enough here, but you're still coming to help. You're really doing your best. 】

Tsukiyama Asari, who was looking for work to do for himself, stuck out his tongue and pretended not to hear the system's complaints. He rolled around on the overly soft bed on this luxury cruise ship, then stood up and stretched, preparing to wash up and go to bed.

The mixed juice he ordered today was too sweet. The lingering fruity taste was still in his mouth. The first thing he did after getting up was to go to the bathroom to get a toothbrush, and opened the curtains while brushing his teeth.

Their room was on the third floor, and the windows were not sealed. When they opened them, they could smell the special salty and humid smell of sea water. Tsukiyama Asari stared at the sea water in front of him illuminated by the moonlight for a while, and went over all the plans in his mind again. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong.

'System, system? '

【Just call it once. ]

'Can you measure the current sailing speed? ' The black-haired man frowned, looking at the water waves in front of him that were obviously different from those in the daytime, and a guess immediately emerged in his mind.

[Hmm. ]

The system started calculating almost as soon as he came up with the idea of ​​'measuring the sailing speed', and soon gave an expected answer.

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By the early morning, the bar, which had been bustling all the time, finally quieted down.

Yu Gu Miao leaned against the wine rack behind the bar and lowered her eyes to rest. The line of sight in the bar could not penetrate the heavy wine rack, but the sound penetrated clearly.

Matsuda Jinpei and others, who finally got the chance to work with their good friend of the same period, certainly would not miss this rare opportunity. Even though they often visited the cafe to tease the waiter before, they still took advantage of the few people to come to the bar to watch the limited edition bartender Amuro Toru.

"Got it." The blond-haired, dark-skinned man's voice came from the front with a hint of anger and laughter, followed by a slight collision sound, probably because he finally started to mix the special cocktails ordered by the three guys, which had complicated production processes.

He stopped talking while mixing the drinks, but the three people holding the luxurious upgraded version of the script of the rich family's feud were still talking noisily. Kasugawa Shugo regained his face between the three people, the "unappreciated young master", the "useless butler who works hard without complaint" and the "bartender". His smile could not even be blocked by the mask, and his honey-colored eyes sparkled in the dim light of the bar.

"Sir, your drink."

Amuro Toru placed a glass of wine in front of Matsuda Zhenping, picked up another glass and gave it to Hagiwara Kenji, and then took out a cup of warm milk from the back and placed it in front of him under Kasugawa Shugo's expectant gaze.

The curly-haired police officer immediately frowned. He stretched out his hand to push back the incompatible cup and complained, "I didn't order this!"

"Sick people shouldn't drink, young master." Hagiwara Kenji suppressed his smile and picked up his own glass of wine. He deliberately shook the glass with the wine in front of Kasugawa Shugo, and sighed with enjoyment after taking a sip.

Matsuda Jinpei sneered at the side.

"I can always eat the fruit plate, right?" Kasugawa Shugo muttered as he looked at the milk in front of him. Then he rolled his eyes and put on a very arrogant attitude, "Give me a fruit plate, quickly." "

Yes, yes..." Amuro Toru quickly cut the fruit that he had prepared long ago and put it on the fruit plate. He placed the heavy glass plate in front of the policeman who was sitting in a wheelchair and had obviously thought of another idea. He watched him quickly push the fruit plate aside and push it to Kenji Hagiwara who was still tasting wine.

"I want to eat grapes."

"Eat yourself..." Hagiwara Kenji swallowed the words that were obviously out of character and could only smile like a butler in the bar, "Yes, I'll peel it for you." Seeing the two of

them tormenting each other, and suddenly they huddled together and whispered as if they remembered something, knowing that these two guys probably thought of some way to torment him, Matsuda Jinpei silently moved to the side and asked Amuro Toru for a glass of wine.

The noisy sounds in front were faintly heard behind the bartender. Yutani listened, and his tense nerves relaxed a lot. He lowered his eyes and blocked the slight smile in his eyes. He simply stood up, took off his bartending clothes and hung them aside, leaving only his ill-fitting shirt hanging loosely on his body.

Not wanting to stand here and disturb them, Amuro Tou could handle the situation in the bar by himself. He bypassed the wine cabinet and went directly to the small kitchen behind the bar. It was empty except for a large refrigerator and a few kitchen utensils. The bleak decoration style was quite similar to his safe house.

As if it was a good thing, Yu Gu Miao had just closed the door when he felt the phone in his pocket vibrate slightly. He picked up the phone and saw a familiar number that had not appeared for a long time.

He answered the phone.

"......Belmode."

"I haven't heard your voice for a long time." It was Belmode's voice that came from the other side. "The last time I called you with this number, it seemed to be..."

Belmode rarely uses this number now. She used it more often before, but that was several years ago. She only sent him some experimental notifications that were very personal to her.

But now is a good opportunity to test it. Yu Gu Miao opened the refrigerator door and saw a lot of fruits, vegetables and nuts that could be used to make fruit plates or snacks. He picked out the things he needed and said straight to the point, "I didn't expect you to come here."

"..." There was silence on the other side, and a sigh with a smile came, "It seems that my disguise was not successful this time. I just don't know where the flaw was revealed. You recognized me after just meeting me once."

In fact, it was just a sudden guess. If he guessed wrong and the atmosphere was too awkward, he could let Tsukiyama Chaoli turn back time and pretend that nothing had happened. But he didn't expect that he guessed right. Yu Gu Miao thought for a moment and gave an ambiguous reply, "It's just intuition."

"I thought you had changed a lot before." Bermode's smiling voice soon came from his ears, "Now it seems that you are the same as a few years ago."

It is not easy to cut things with a mobile phone in hand, and he doesn't like to turn on the speaker. The man looked at the fruits and nuts he had picked out for dinner, and wanted to quickly end this temptation that contained almost no information. "Did you call me just to say this?"

"...Be careful of Rum."

After another silence, the smile in Bermode's tone disappeared, "That guy will not be very nice to you, he will definitely not miss this opportunity."

Although he will not take action, he will definitely cause him a lot of trouble.

"I'll be careful." Yu Gu Miao didn't expect that she called just to tell him this. He paused, "......Thank you."

"Don't say that." Bermode snorted and laughed, "Your bartending skills are good. If you really want to thank me, mix me another drink next time. The taste of bourbon whiskey and Cointreau orange wine together is really not that good."

"If there is a chance."

He changed the subject lightly. The two of them didn't have anything else to say, and the call ended quickly.

The glass of wine just now made the man still have a faint pain in his back teeth, but his stomach was gradually numb. He urgently needed something gentle to fill it. Yu Gu Miao looked around the kitchen and found the juicer he was most used to.

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It was nearly 1:30 in the morning. After sending away the three guys who were obviously there to join in the fun, Toru Amuro finally had a break after entertaining the few remaining guests.

When the public security officer, who was used to this kind of work, took a few empty cups to the back of the bar, the vest that Cointreau had taken off was stained by the cold of the refrigerator at the back, suggesting that this person had been gone for a long time.

Toru Amuro, who always came early and left late when he didn't ask for leave, had long been familiar with the feeling of being the only one in the entire backstage. He stretched his sore arms and neck, and was ready to go to the kitchen to make something to eat, but before he opened the door, he felt someone inside.

Gong An quickly became alert. He pushed open the door and smelled a fragrance before he saw what was going on inside.

It smelled like nuts, mixed with a slightly burnt milky smell, and even a faint sweet fruity smell. This smell, which had nothing to do with oil or salt in the middle of the night, made Amuro Toru even hungrier. He pushed the door wider and soon saw what was going on inside.

Junto had taken off the mask on his face early, revealing a pair of eyes that looked 70% like Tsukiyama Asari. He leaned against the cabinet and rinsed his mouth with a cup of light tea in his hand. When he saw someone coming in, he turned around and spit the tea mixed with blood foam in his mouth into the sink.

Amuro Toru glanced at the light tea in the man's hand and paused as he put the tray into the cabinet. He remembered that when he was a kid and had a fight with other kids, Zhu Fu Jingguang would make him a cup of light tea when he came to bandage him, so that he could rinse his mouth to wash away the bloody taste in his mouth.

The police officer looked again and saw nut shells in the trash can and unused pieces of cut fruit on the chopping board. He choked for a moment and couldn't equate the act of cutting fruit for cooking with Cointreau. He could only change the subject and ask the other party, "Are you okay?"

I remember that Cointreau has a positioner on the back teeth, so it can't come into contact with irritating things. The blood foam that was cleaned out with the tea probably proved this.

Cointreau shook his head with a subtle expression, as if he didn't expect to be questioned in this way.

As a waiter with rich part-time work experience, Amuro Toru, who was often harassed for various reasons when doing tasks in the bar, felt that this scene was particularly familiar. If it weren't for the fact that the last time they met was because of the "kidnapping" of Tsukiyama Asari, he would have wanted to reach out and pat the other person on the shoulder and say "get used to it.

" "Are you...cooking?"

As if the silence was more awkward than before, Amuro Toru looked around and made conversation. Yutani Mia was standing next to the table, and that part of the kitchen utensils were blocked. He could only see the lighted oven and the cutting board with some fruits on it.

Fruits, nuts and milk...are you making fruit pies or something like that?

There was really no way to connect this behavior with Cointreau. The blond man's face became strange because of his inference. He didn't expect to get a reply after asking that question, but he didn't expect Cointreau, who had his back to him, to really respond in a low voice and even asked "Do you want to eat?" "

......Then I'll trouble you." Hearing the other party ask this, Amuro Toru even had a subtle feeling of being pampered. He simply took out a few clean plates from the side and prepared to taste the skills of this killer.

Tsukiyama Asari is so good at cooking. If Cointreau had always grown up in his original family, he might also be a brother who could cook to make his younger brother happy. Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so strange that he can cook...

No, it's still very strange! He looks a lot like Tsukiyama Asari, but when he thinks of him wearing an apron and putting fruit pies in the oven like his brother, Toru Amuro feels something is wrong.

It feels like, although the type is different... it's just as scary as Gin wearing a maid outfit that I thought of before.

The blond-haired, dark-skinned public security officer was entangled here for a long time, and finally waited for Cointreau to make the next move. Yu Gu Miao opened the oven, but what he took out was not a baked fruit pie, but various kinds of nuts.

Is he doing the preliminary preparations? It looks pretty good.

After turning on the oven, the air was full of the unique aroma of nuts. Amuro Toru recalled the kitchen at home or the back kitchen of the cafe because of this smell, and couldn't help curling his lips. Just as he was about to ask if he could help, he watched Cointreau move to the side a little, and then pour all the attractive nuts into the juicer that had been blocked behind him. After putting all the fruits and milk in, the whole room was filled with the sound of the juicer.

...Juicer?

"Wait..." Amuro Toru was so shocked by the scene that the faintest sound of resistance was blocked behind the roar. The public security officer, who was a master in cooking, watched all the nuts, colorful fruits and milk mixed together, and gradually turned into a viscous liquid of strange color.

He didn't even need the clean plates he had just taken. Cointreau seemed to have no idea that there was anything wrong with the color of the juicer. He took out two cups from the side with a calm face, and then handed the cup filled with juice to the stunned Amuro Toru.

"Okay."

The burnt aroma of nuts mixed with the aroma of milk and fruit surged up, but this time it didn't arouse any hunger in the blond-haired and dark-skinned public security officer. He looked down at the indescribable mush, and then looked up at Cointreau's serious expression that didn't seem to be a joke. Finally, he couldn't help but let his expression crack a little.

This... What kind of primitive cooking level is this? !

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