Chapter 141

"Oh, you mean that case. In summary, the wife accidentally discovered her husband cheating on her and chose to take revenge."

"Although the wife is a housewife, she majored in pharmacy in college. She put the concentrated juice of white caltrop leaves in the barley tea that her husband drank every day, which caused her husband to stop driving in the middle of the road."

"But because he was sent to the hospital in time, my husband was rescued and survived."

Several children from the Junior Detective Team sat together in the cafe, listening to Conan Edogawa talk about yesterday's case.

Confused by the unfamiliar professional terms, the kids couldn't remember what the white hemp was called. Guangyan seemed to understand: "So, that uncle is really lucky. He was poisoned but still survived."

The tray was placed on the table with a soft sound, and the seasonal new product Sakura Milkshake was placed steadily in front of the four children, followed by a magnetic male voice:

"It has some shaved ice in it, so it's perfect to drink now."

The eyes of the elementary school students who were more interested in desserts than poisoning lit up, and they shouted happily, "Thank you, Amuro-nii!"

The handsome waiter with blond hair and dark skin smiled at them and asked gently, "I just heard you talking. Are you talking about yesterday's case? I heard that person was indeed very lucky."

Conan Edogawa - whose real identity is Shinichi Kudo, a high school detective who was poisoned by a mysterious organization and became smaller - was stunned when he heard this, and nodded: "White-leaved Cimicifuga is highly toxic. If eaten by mistake, it can easily cause cardiac arrest and death. Fortunately, the ambulance came quickly."

Amuro Toru did not comment, and only his calm voice could be heard: "If it was an accidental death such as a car accident, the family members would not have to conduct an autopsy, and no one would have discovered that poisoning had been carried out."

I was lucky not to die in the car accident.

With just one sentence, the case turned into a terrifying one. A drop of sweat rolled down Conan's forehead. He laughed awkwardly and said, "That's true. Haha... It's great that no one was hurt!"

Fortunately, Amuro Toru's eyes flickered twice, and he regained his gentle and kind expression as an older brother, and asked him with a smile: "What was the final result of the case?"

Conan said "Oh" and recalled honestly: "The husband felt guilty about his cheating after waking up and chose to forgive his wife. The wife also realized her mistake and the two finally reconciled."

Amuro Toru: “…”

Others: “…”

The young detectives who were drinking milkshakes fell silent upon hearing the ending. After a long while, they sighed:

"The feelings of adults are truly miraculous."

Conan chuckled and revealed his crescent eyes. He thought that he had seen even more explosive scenes at the scene, and was afraid that you little kids would lose trust in the police from now on, so he decided not to tell anyone.

He took a sip of his drink and suddenly thought of something. He asked curiously, "Mr. Amuro and Officer Matsuda seem to be acquaintances, right?"

禦…in the past.

Amuro Toru, who was about to return to the kitchen, paused. "Well, that's about it." He paused, revealing a puzzled expression. "Was it Officer Matsuda who handled the case yesterday?"

"Yeah," Conan nodded, "Officer Matsuda seems to know the victim of the car accident, and he looks very excited."

As for the relationship between the two men - well, he couldn't say.

Someone Matsuda knew?

The blond young man frowned silently.

Since Furuya Rei disguised himself as Poirot's waiter as Toru Amuro, he has witnessed dozens of cases, big or small, and inevitably ran into Matsuda Jinpei a few times. The two simply pretended to be strangers who hit it off and became friends in front of Conan.

His social circle does not completely overlap with that of Matsuda Jinpei, and especially after going undercover in the organization, Furuya Rei almost disappeared.

Furuya Rei was not surprised that Matsuda met an acquaintance, but Conan's second half of the sentence caught his attention. Based on his understanding of "Officer Matsuda", the latter's temperament has become much deeper and more stable than before. He couldn't figure out for a moment what kind of person Matsuda Jinpei had met that made him so excited at the crime scene that he was noticed to be unusual.

Fūya Rei's thoughts turned around, and he raised his smiling eyes to confirm: "Conan, you just said that no one was injured in the accident, right?"

"No, I'm not injured..."

Conan was about to say a few more words when Ayumi, who was sitting next to him, suddenly put down her milkshake and waved happily towards the door, "It's Sister Chihui!"

The guest who just walked in looked over and greeted the children with a smile. She was dressed in casual clothes, had short black hair, and a gentle appearance. She was the maid that the Junior Detective Team knew at Dr. Agasa's house.

Ayumi trotted away from her seat and asked worriedly, "Sister Chihui, is Ai feeling better? We want to go see her this afternoon."

"It's much better now," Zhihui squatted down and touched the little girl's head, "Miss Ai will definitely be very happy to see you."

Ayumi's eyes sparkled and she nodded happily.

Turning her gaze to the other side, Chihui restrained her expression, lowered her eyes and said politely, "Mr. Amuro, I'm here to pick up the salad and cake I ordered this morning."

Furiya Rei responded with the same polite smile, "It's ready. I'll give it to you."

The moment he turned around, from an angle where no one was paying attention, his purple-gray pupils reflected an icy texture that was almost inorganic.

He will never forget the heavy rain that night.

The smell of gunpowder, the smell of blood, the piercing sound of brakes, the malfunctioning eavesdropping device...all traces were washed away, leaving only the living and the memory of the dying struggle.

Furiya Rei knew that someone had taken Shirley to an abandoned annex in the suburbs, but he could not find any information about her in the organization's database. The research institute he had visited had been emptied long ago, and not even the shell was left, as the killers sent by the organization burned it to ashes.

After coming to Poirot for investigation with a false identity, Furutani Rei did not meet the mixed-race girl directly, but he did run into the maid named Chie two or three times.

The latter seemed to be fearless and appeared in front of him in his true appearance, as if he had determined that he had no evidence.

That's true.

The disappearance of a maid who was not even a member of the lower ranks and who was rarely seen by anyone was destined to not cause any disturbance. Even Sherry, who was wanted by the organization, had died in the train explosion, so there was no need to waste time investigating "Bourbon".

Sometimes, after pretending for too long, I actually feel dazed, as if nothing has happened.

…

…

Late at night, the streets were deserted.

When business hours were over, Rei Furuya changed the sign in front of the door to "CLOSED" facing upwards and stayed alone to clean the cafe.

He took off his apron, locked the door of the utility room, and was about to lock the cash register when the windchime at the door suddenly rang crisply.

No one welcomes new business when the shift is almost over. Furuya frowned, put on a business smile and turned around and said, "Sorry, it's time to close--"

The second half of the sentence got stuck in his throat, and he stood there almost in a daze, unable to move a step.

The usually calm light purple-gray eyes widened uncontrollably, and the edges of the pupils trembled.

"Feel sorry……"

The person who broke in held onto the door frame, his messy hair covering his eyes, his face slightly flushed and slightly wet, and he spoke with heavy breathing that he tried to calm down. He looked at him hesitantly, "...Am I late?"

"Is this where you work?" Kono Seiryoshi slowly stood up and looked around the store with a smile in his eyes. "What a nice environment. Can I come over during the day?"

The answer he got was an embrace so tight that it made it difficult to breathe.

Kono Seiryoshi was ready to hit the glass door, but his back was protected by a hand.

Through a thin air wall, he was the first to feel the hot temperature of Fūya Rei's palm rather than the cool glass.

It flowed along the parts of contact and into his limbs and bones, causing his breathing, which had not yet calmed down, to become rapid again.

"…The store is closed."

Kono Seiryoshi asked quietly, "Can I date you?"