Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

Toru Amuro looked at Imaguchi, who was eating heavily, and his eyes darkened.

A few days ago, Gin and Imaguchi Kokoro left Mihua together. I heard that they were going to perform some kind of mission, and Imaguchi Kokoro, as an intelligence officer, helped Gin.

Although he could not find out what the specific mission was, he could guess that it was nothing more than trading and killing.

Even if there is no murder this time, illegal transactions are always inevitable. If Imaguchi is involved this time, he will definitely continue in the future.

Amuro Toru secretly said it was a pity. Before, he had always felt that Imaguchi Koshin had a good personality and was a kind person. He thought they could become friends, but he didn't expect that Imaguchi Koshin would become a member of the organization so quickly. In this case We can only be enemies.

Toru Amuro looked back at Imaguchi's heart, then turned and left.

Imaguchi didn't notice the strange look in Toru Amuro's eyes. At this moment, all he could see were the delicacies on the table. Even the gin was not as good as the big chicken drumsticks on the table.

After eating a big meal, Imaguchi's stomach was seven to eight times full, and his eating speed also slowed down, and he began to slowly eat the pasta in front of him.

After finishing all the work, seeing that Konkochi's eating speed had slowed down, Azusa Enomoto knew that he was almost full, so he came over and chatted with him.

"Where have you been, Imaguchi? I haven't seen you during this time?" Azusa Enomoto asked curiously. Although Imaguchi doesn't say he comes here to eat every day, he does come once every three days, even if Just order a simple lemonade or grab a few sandwiches.

However, she had not seen him for nearly half a month. If Conan and the others hadn't said that Imaguchi was fine, she would have doubted whether Imaguchi was sick.

"Ah Zhen and I went out together before. He happened to be on a business trip not long ago, so I went with him. Not to mention, it was quite interesting, because we rarely have the opportunity to go out together, so we kind of lost track of time. , I just came back yesterday." Imaguchi explained.

"So that's it. I can see that you guys are having a lot of fun. Imaguchi looks very happy today. I usually feel a little serious when I'm not smiling, but today my face is full of smiles.

But you still need to pay more attention to your health. Your face doesn't look good today. Are you too tired from traveling? "Enomoto Azusa nodded and asked with some concern.

Although he looked smiling, Imaguchi looked very tired today, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he had just run a marathon.

"This!" Imaguchi touched his face and smiled bitterly, "This is not because of the trip, but because I had so much fun and left a lot of work behind. I spent a long time yesterday to make up for the previous tasks. I was so busy that I had no time to rest and eat.

As soon as I woke up, I was so hungry that I was in a hurry to eat. "

"No wonder you are so hungry today. Is this enough to eat? If not, I will ask Mr. Amuro to make some more." Azusa Enomoto nodded.

"That's enough. I ate some pastries for cushion before, plus the things I just ordered are enough. Now it's time to have dinner. If you eat too much, you won't be able to sleep at night." Imaguki held it in his heart Wiping his mouth with a paper towel, he put the empty plate with pasta aside, reached out and pulled the mango cake over, took a fork and started eating.

"However, fortunately you came earlier today. If you had come a little later, the coffee shop would be ready to close."

"Why? Doesn't the coffee shop I remember close only after 6 o'clock? And it seems that there are night shifts, and sometimes it doesn't even close at or o'clock. Why did it close so early today?" Imaguchi asked in confusion.

"Because there are relatively few people in the coffee shop today, we thought of closing it early. As for you saying it is still open at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, it should be because the coffee shop has special events, or there are more customers in those days. We usually get off work at 6:30," Azusa Enomoto explained. Recently, a new store opened nearby. Because the new store has a big opening discount, many customers have gone there. They have been closed these days. relatively early.

"I didn't see any new stores on the way here! Is that new store also a coffee shop?" Imaguchi recalled it in his mind and shook his head.

He went straight upstairs after getting off the car last night, and then went straight here until this evening, as if he really didn't notice the surrounding situation.

"It's not a coffee shop, it's a Western restaurant. Because Poirot also serves Western food, it's considered a hit." Toru Amuro walked over with a plate in his hand and placed the rice bowl Imaguchi packed on the table, along with A cup of lemon tea was given.

"Thank you." Imaguchi nodded heartily.

"But that shop is really great. Not only is the shop decorated very luxuriously, but the chefs they hired are all Michelin-level chefs. They are also offering discounts recently and the prices are pretty cheap, so it attracts a lot of people around. Come on!" Azusa Enomoto couldn't help but sigh. If she were the owner of that store, she would definitely not be willing to let it go.

It was really a loss-making business. Behind the scenes, she and Toru Amuro had calculated an account. Based on the rent of the house here, the salary of the Michelin chef, not counting other labor costs, etc., the price they sold was compared with the current price. The restaurant is so popular that it will lose 150 to yen in one day, and their activity has been going on for nearly a week. By rough calculation, the restaurant has lost at least million yen.

Just thinking about it made her feel distressed.

"Is this really profitable?" Imagochi asked casually while eating the cake.

Azusa Enomoto and Toru Amuro shook their heads together and expressed their inferences.

"Wouldn't that be a big loss! Is this the second generation of rich people who came out to start a business?" Imaguchi couldn't help but open his mouth. Two or three hundred thousand yen a day, if it were replaced by steel, it could kill someone. , now I can’t even hear a sound and it’s gone.

"I don't know, but I heard that the boss seems to be quite rich." Azusa Enomoto shook her head. We also need work here, so most of the things we heard from other customers. She has never really been there, so naturally she I don’t know what the other party’s boss looks like.

"I've seen it before. The other boss is quite young, and he does look like a rich young man." Toru Amuro nodded.

Something flashed through Imaguchi's mind, but he couldn't catch it no matter how hard he tried. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

"Where is the address? I want to go over and take a look." Imaguchi asked in his heart.

Although it was a bit awkward to ask for the address like this, he was really interested in this store.

Fortunately, Azusa Enomoto and the others didn't pay too much attention to it. Since they dared to talk, they were naturally not afraid of talking about it now.

After all, judging from the behavior of that store, if they continue to operate at the current price and method, unless the family is the richest man, there will be few companies that can withstand it.

If the other party restores the original price later, it will not have any impact on their store at all. After all, the two fields of competition are different.

So there is no need to worry too much. Poirot is just a small cafe, and there is no need to worry about any powerful opponents coming to attack them.

After eating and drinking, Imaguchi carried the packed rice bowl and a cup of lemon tea in his hand, drinking it slowly while walking home.

The originally bright sky was now dyed golden by the setting sun. I felt the cool breeze blowing in my heart as I walked, thinking about whether there was anything I wanted to buy.

Thinking about the empty refrigerator at home, I finally went to the supermarket. When I came out, I had some bread in my arms, milk and eggs in my hands, and my whole body was full of bags.