Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

Chapter 822 The Police Are Really Interesting

Toru Amuro has been so busy lately that he has been so busy that he hardly spends any time in the music classroom. Azusa Enomoto even thought that Toru Amuro was going to learn from some pigeon who liked to skip classes.

Okiya Subaru sneezed, touched his nose and wondered: "It's been so hot recently, why do I still have a cold?"

"You should wear more clothes." Nobuhiro sighed sincerely.

Okiya Subaru was very confused. He looked at the weather outside the window, and then at the short-sleeved pants Asano Nobushige was wearing. He didn't understand how this guy could say the above sentence.

And... don't think that if you use scar removal medicine in time, he won't be able to see the scratches on his exposed skin.

Obviously, a tough-talking guy ultimately paid a heavy price for his lack of self-awareness.

Okiya Subaru sighed helplessly, he almost had nothing to do with Asano Nobushige. It is said that the organization's work efficiency has been a bit low recently. Why is it not as fast as the FBI's progress? Akai Shuichi felt that he had everything ready now, all he needed was the east wind.

As long as the organization had some help, he wouldn't have to struggle with Asano Nobushige.

After being coldly thrown onto the street by Shuichi Akai that night, Nobushige quickly adjusted himself and took his colleagues to have a good drink. He felt refreshed again when he went to work the next day. In comparison, the scumbag Akai Shuichi is more cramped.

Being a boss means you have a lot of leisure. The music classroom lessons are left to the employees. The work of the detective agency is undertaken by Mouri Kogoro and Kudo Shinichi. All organizational tasks are handed over to Bourbon who is eager to do more.

Now that his sister is not around, Asano Nobushige is almost in a panic.

Until he met that person when he was enjoying the life of a good family man buying groceries, cooking and cleaning.

On the way home from the music classroom, you will pass by a busy street, where there are many shops on the street selling everything. In the past, when Nobuhiro had no time to go to the supermarket, he would buy some fruits and vegetables to take home.

Today he had the same plan. Xiao Ai was not here, so he had to pay attention to nutrition when eating alone.

In addition to fruit and vegetable shops and fresh food shops, there are also many izakayas and oden restaurants on the street. Nobuhiro just casually passed by those shops, but his senses noticed the familiar faces before his brain did.

Xinfan paid attention to the man with his peripheral vision for a full second, but he still couldn't remember where he had seen that man before.

Xinfan shook his head and didn't take this matter to heart.

"A pot of Japanese sake, a bunch of Tangyang." A sunny male voice floated out from the shop and penetrated into Nobushige's ears.

I have to admit that some people are born with a halo. As soon as this voice sounded, Nobuhiro couldn't hold back his gaze. However, he has the basic qualities of an agent, and even if he peeks openly, he must hide himself.

Nobushige pretended to be looking at the menu the boss hung outside the store, but in fact his attention was focused on the speaker.

It was a young man, probably younger than Asano Nobushige, wearing a smart white shirt and trousers. He looked like a student who had just left school and entered society.

"Hey, young man came to drink alone." A drunken middle-aged man at the table next to him greeted him enthusiastically, and the people Nobufan felt familiar before were also among them.

"Yes." The young man smiled shyly, then picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp, "I encountered some unpleasant things in the company today."

Someone asked: "Little brother, your accent doesn't sound like a Tokyoite, does it?"

"I am a bear."

"Ah! Then I'm just like you!"

The young people quickly integrated into the circle of middle-aged people with ease, and Nobuhiro couldn't help but be surprised at such a speed.

This way of finding topics, this cliche tone and train of thought, and the occasional flash of clarity beneath the drunken appearance of young people.

A look of understanding appeared on Xinfan's face, he withdrew his attention and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, a face suddenly appeared in Nobuhiro's mind, and he remembered where he had seen the middle-aged man in the izakaya!

Mizuno Reina was transferred to another hospital once during the journey. For safety reasons, the police transferred him from the emergency hospital to the National Medical Research Center. Although both are public hospitals, their security levels are completely different.

All medical staff involved in the commissioner process were unable to know the full action plan. Doctors and nurses outside the public security system received deployment orders after that, and some went abroad and some went to Hokkaido or Osaka.

And the ambulance driver at that time was the man in the izakaya at the moment!

How come he is here?

Nobushige was not confident in his memory now, so to be on the safe side he still sent an email to Kazami Yuya to inquire about the situation.

Soon Nobushige received a reply from Kazami Yuya: [The driver is only responsible for driving. He has not seen the target, so he is not on the confidential list. ]

Nobuhiro: "..."

Oh, he thinks the secret work of the police is really interesting. It's okay to hide the plan against the organization from these undercover agents. After all, it can be explained by caution. But why are the people who should be kept secret roaming around outside now?

Is this because they are afraid that the organization or the FBI will not be able to disrupt their operation?

It's been two minutes since Yuya Kazami's email was sent, and Nobushige Asano hasn't made any reply. Kazami Yuya felt that he was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

Mr. Asano often ignored his news before, but this time it was different. This time Mr. Asano clearly came with the attitude of launching an army to investigate the crime.

It's over, it's over, it's all his fault that he didn't do his job well. But who would have thought that a driver could become a breakthrough?

Kazami Yuya was having a headache, and Asano Nobuhige's reply arrived. There were only a few words "received", but Kazami Yuya suddenly burst into tears.

Very good! Mr. Asano did not scold him, Mr. Asano still trusted him.

Poor Kazami Yuya didn't think that there were other possibilities, such as that he had been given up by his boss.

Nobushige looked up and saw that the young man was chatting animatedly with the ambulance driver. He glanced at the time again and felt it was still early, so he found a seat by the window in the coffee shop opposite the izakaya.

Nobushige then turned around and went into the bathroom of the coffee shop. When he came out again, he was already holding Mezcal in the face.

"What would you like to drink?" the waiter asked enthusiastically as he handed over the menu.

Nobuhiro gave his choice without looking at the menu: "One iced Americano, one caramel macchiato."

The waiter was slightly stunned: "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes." Nobuhiro calmly paid attention to the situation in the izakaya. He lightly curled his lips and said, "No need to separate, just come together."

The waiter responded, picked up the menu on the table and left.

Nobushige found a fashion magazine provided by the cafe and read it under the dim light.

Soon someone put coffee on the table, an iced Americano in front of him, and a caramel macchiato on the opposite side.

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