Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

The next day, shortly after dawn, Imaguchi got up and took a walk towards the Fifth Chome. There were not many pedestrians on the road at this time, and I could only hear Imagochi's footsteps.

As Imaguchi walked towards Fifth Chome, he looked behind him, but fortunately no one was following him along the way.

Looking at the familiar door in front of him, Imaguchi skillfully took out the key from the mailbox on the side, then opened the door and walked into the yard.

The yard was not much different from four years ago. I felt a little nostalgic now that I came in again, but I was thinking about Ah Zhen, so I didn't look much and walked quickly to the house.

He took out his keychain, found one of the keys, inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it slightly. The door opened with a click, and the corners of his mouth raised.

It turns out that Ah Zhen never changed the locks? The key in his hand was given to him by Azhen four years ago. After he left, the key was never lost. Unexpectedly, he could still open the door of Azhen's house now.

Entering Gin's room, Imaguchi dug out a dozen documents from his cabinet, glanced at them casually, and couldn't help but widen his eyes. Are all those people so good at playing?

A casual leak of a few pieces of paper here is enough to bring down several politicians, including corruption and bribery, prostitution, lawlessness, and random behavior...

Imaguchi's eyes were finally opened. He used his mobile phone to take pictures and send them to Gin, while reading the gossip on the paper, his eyes full of desire for knowledge.

After receiving the message, Gin put the phone in front of Vodka.

"Send the news about these people to them."

"Yes, brother." Vodka looked at the message on his phone and understood what Gin meant. He quickly found the contact information of the corresponding political officer and sent the clues they found.

The funds for their next actions are all here, I hope they can wink, otherwise you can't blame them!

Imaguchi stayed in Gin's house for a while, feeling a little hungry before he came to his senses and put the information in his hand back to its original place.

Touching his empty stomach, Imaguchi realized that he had been looking at it for so long. It was almost 8 o'clock now. No wonder he was already hungry.

Now he feels like he can eat half a pig. He wants to eat pork dumplings, braised pork, barbecue bibimbap, fried pork chops, and pork tenderloin.

Anyway, he wanted to eat all kinds of delicious things, Imagochi thought in his mind, while walking back along the way he came, and taking a look at the surroundings to see if there was anything delicious.

After searching for a long time, he finally chose a coffee shop. There were only those selling food nearby. The other shops were either not open, or they were selling things he didn’t want to eat, so he might as well go to the coffee shop to eat bread!

"Welcome!" Toru Amuro stood at the counter making sandwiches and said with a smile when he heard the door open.

"Well, hello, Mr. Amuro!" Imaguchi nodded heartily. Speaking of which, he hadn't been here for a while. I wonder if there are any new products in Poirot Cafe?

"Miss Imaguchi, okay!" Toru Amuro nodded knowing that Imaguchi was familiar with her. During this time, Imaguchi would come here to eat every now and then, so the two of them were considered acquaintances.

"I want a sandwich, a glass of milk, and a small cake!" Imaguchi ordered a few times on the menu, then sat aside and waited.

"Miss Imaguchi, I haven't seen you much recently?" Toru Amuro was making something while chatting heart-to-heart with Imaguchi.

"There have been a lot of things lately. Either something happened to my neighbor near my house, or I went to play with Conan and the others. I just came back the day before yesterday, but it's been a long time since I've been here!" Imaguchi felt tired when he thought of the recent experience. Things happened one after another. Although Ichigochi didn't do anything, just looking at it made me feel tired and panicked.

"The case in the building near 2-chome? I've heard of it, but I didn't expect it to be Miss Imaguchi's neighbor."

Originally, the case in the Ni-chome Building had nothing to do with Toru Amuro, but when he contacted other people, he happened to be stuck in the building and learned all about the case.

"Yeah, I can only say it's such a coincidence!" Imaguchi took a sip of the coffee brought by Toru Amuro. The taste had a hint of bitterness and a faint coffee aroma, which was obviously diluted.

Imaguchi ate another spoonful of cake, his face looked a little gloomy, and he looked at Toru Amuro expressionlessly.

Toru Amuro looked at Imaguchi with a smile. He seemed to be very talkative, but the words in his mouth were very cold.

"No, your body can't drink pure black coffee, and you can't consume too much sugar."

"So it's just coffee mixed with water, and the cake needs less sugar? You're not afraid of ruining the sign here." Imaguchi looked at the food on the table with a hint of resentment in his voice.

Didn’t I just talk about my physical condition while chatting with them? As for changing all his food?

"It's okay, I just put less things in it. It's just convenient. It's impossible to sell all the cakes. At worst, this special cake can be left over." Toru Amuro said ruthlessly.

At first, when Azusa Enomoto said that Imaguchi's coffee had to be mixed with water, Toru Amuro thought she was making a fuss. Even if he was a little weak, a cup of coffee would be of no use.

But later, after learning about Imaguchi's physical condition and his indulgence in food, Amuro Toru also became one of them.

He obviously has a bad heart and neurasthenia, but he still likes to drink coffee, and he drinks cup after cup. Although his kidneys are average, he still likes spicy food and sweet food. He eats cakes every three days, and his face is swollen. , and still refuses to go on a diet.

Toru Amuro felt that he was not facing an adult in his 20s, but a child who was not as old as Conan and the others.

Imaguchi felt a little unreasonable. He knew that both Toru Amuro and Azusa Enomoto were doing it for his own good, but his body would not be on a diet for three or two months, but would be cured in half a year or a year.

His body has been like this since he was a child, and he has been avoiding food for more than 20 years. It would be okay if he couldn't taste the food, but he could taste it, so how could he endure eating tasteless things all the time.

Really speaking, he can't eat spicy food, sweet food, salty food, sour food, and bitter coffee.

His diet is similar to that of the monks in the temple, so since his health has improved, Jinguo can't control his greed, and he can't help but eat things that are not good for his health.

However, although he always ate these secretly, he knew where the line was, but he was just a little greedy.

"I know, I will avoid eating it. In fact, the coffee is quite delicious, and the cake is also very fragrant." Imaguchi lowered his head and ate quietly, not daring to speak at all.

"Huh, Miss Imaguchi, remember to tell me if you feel unwell!" Toru Amuro looked at Imaguchi with a very serious expression.

Although he is now undercover, his sense of responsibility cannot allow him to watch a person so disregarding his physical safety in front of him.

"Don't worry, Mr. Amuro, my health is fine." Imaguchi patted his chest heartily. He was just weak. If he really wanted to check it out, except for his heart, he had some minor problems and nothing serious. .

Even the heart has improved a lot over the years, at least it won't suddenly get sick.

"..." Amuro Toru gave him a look, obviously not believing it.

Imaguchi didn't say anything when he saw this, he just started eating. Although he said that his work time was more flexible, if he didn't go, he would probably be over in the morning.

Immediately clearing the food on the table, Imaguchi burped in his heart, bid farewell to Toru Amuro with satisfaction, and arrived at Teidan Elementary School before 9 o'clock, even walking and running.

Although he was late, fortunately, his working time was more flexible. If he came a little late, he could just leave later when he got off work.

Imaguchi looked at the blooming flowers in the garden and the taller grass. He took a breath, took out the lawnmower and scissors from the tool room, and started working.

The green belt that was shaped into a ball last time now has various branches growing out. Imagination took the scissors and trimmed the branches and leaves, and trimmed the originally spherical green belt into a flat head.

Looking at the clean and tidy green belt, Imaguchi nodded with satisfaction.

When I got off work, because I came late in the morning, I consciously stayed to deworm the flowers and plants.

By the time he finished everything, it was already slightly dark. Fortunately, the weather was getting warmer. It was not cold at night, but a little hot.

Various shops on both sides of the street were open. Imago looked at the colorful lights and couldn't help but look around like a child.

When the cold wind blew, Imaguchi came back to his senses and found that he had bought a lot of things, including beautiful cups and plates, delicious snacks, a 1000-piece puzzle, and some beautiful pieces of cloth.

But it was clear that I had no intention of making clothes or putting together a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle, yet I just bought these.

Looking at the cloth he bought out of curiosity, I felt a little embarrassed.

Logically speaking, he has no use for this cloth and should return it, but this cloth is so beautiful!

Imaguchi felt that he could learn to make clothes for this cloth. Although he might not be able to wear this kind of cloth, it made people feel happy just looking at it!