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As soon as the voice fell, both of them became alert.

What detectives lack most is the ability to observe. When they just sat down, they had already looked at the surrounding environment. At that time, there were also very few customers, and only a few waiters chatted by the door.

This is not surprising, the newly opened fruit tea shop next door is during the discount period, and it is very popular. There is a long line outside the shop, and the cafe here is naturally deserted.

Songxue blinked her eyes to think back, but she didn't quite remember when this person came in, she only knew that there was a guest next to her, but she didn't pay attention to who it was.Probably because she focused all her attention on that editor just now.

At this time, looking carefully at the person opposite, Songxue suddenly felt a sense of intimacy.

The young man has short, cool hair, jet-black hair, and a pair of almost pure black phoenix eyes under the sunglasses. Although his complexion is white, it is not as cold and pale as Europeans and Americans, but has warm colors. He is a very typical Asian. .Black eyes, black hair... This reminded her of a song for the first time, and she almost sang it.

However, now is not the time to confess relatives.

"You are..." she hesitated.

The young man had already stood up, pulled away the original seat of Editor Seto, and sat down calmly: "My surname is Ye, and I am a netizen of Mr. Okiya."

Conan felt a little more relaxed. This is the hacker Mr. Subaru Okiya mentioned, right?

Songxue still looked at the other party suspiciously: "Am I so famous?"

"It's hard to become an Internet celebrity overnight, and it's hard not to be famous, right? Ordinary people rarely get this kind of treatment." Mr. Hacker smiled slightly, and hinted at the Twitter disturbance the night before, "As for Mr. Conan—"

Not to mention that.

Conan sighed. He also knew that his name appeared in official reports several times. In the news about Kidd-related events, he was even hyped up by the media, such as Kaito Kidd's nemesis, the chosen boy... and so on.

He couldn't bear to look directly at himself.

"Kids, don't be nervous, oh yes, this is my business card."

Mr. Hacker pulled out a white card from his chest, held it between his fingers, and gently pushed it along the table.

Song Xue resisted and picked up the business card: Ye Zi, front-end development engineer of the Technology Department of XX Network Technology Co., Ltd.

Ah, this, looks very professional.

It is proclaiming from the inside out: I am a computer student.As for software, hardware, or network security, you don't understand anyway.

Conan also came over to take a look, and said "Hey": "The hackers in TV dramas usually have code names? Using their real names...is it okay?"

"I didn't even say it was my real name." Ye Zi blinked his left eye at them, folded his arms around his chest, and said in a brisk tone, "A name is just a code name. In the data age, if you want, you can completely erase it." Take away all the information of an identity, and in turn, create an identity out of thin air."

Regardless of whether it was his real name or not, he appeared to be unrestrained and generous, which made it hard to doubt.

At the same time, this may also be a hint of Mr. Hacker's business capabilities.

Songxue thought about it carefully: "Will it be expensive?"

"Don't worry," the corner of the other party's lips raised a smile, "I only charge according to the difficulty."

After Ye Zi finished speaking, she stood up neatly, put on her sunglasses again, and gestured casually to the counter, signaling the waiter to come over and pay the bill.

He put a cup of coffee on the table just now, but now he took away the bill from Songxue's hand.She froze for a moment: "Wait—"

"You're welcome, I invite you." Under the sunglasses, a pair of black eyes looked at her with a smile, "For the sake of...we are half fellows?"

After the young man's vigorous back disappeared outside the cafe door, Conan looked away and looked at Songxue curiously: "So you are also a mixed race?"

"That's it," Songxue said deeply, holding his chin, "there is no mixed blood from seven or eight countries these days, who would have the nerve to say so?"

"..."

She pushed the melted ice cream aside, used a spoon to draw a few meaningless patterns on the plate, then erased them, and murmured: "It seems that the suspects are all there."

"Suspect?" Conan reacted quickly, "If you want to say suspicious, you only met two people now?"

He raised his head and looked into the empty air with a delicate expression: "Generally speaking, there are at least three suspects."

"The remaining one, I think we should see it soon." Songxue said firmly.

Conan also put down the spoon and looked at the time: "I have to go back first, the detective agency has made an appointment with a client this evening."

As a primary school student, he was worried about the performance of the Maori firm.

Songxue nodded in understanding.

The two separated at the entrance of the department store.She was walking down the road to the apartment when she received an email signed by "Yuya Kazami".

"Hello, Ms. Matsuyuki, I am Kazami Yuya, and I have received instructions yesterday. Katori Shinzaburo's first trial is tentatively scheduled for the 25th of this month. The entrusted lawyer has submitted a visitation application to the prosecutor. Interview, if there is no problem, please come to the detention center at [-]:[-] p.m. on Thursday. Looking forward to reply."

Songxue thought about what to say and replied to him, then forwarded the email to Conan.

Two minutes later, his reply came: "Let's go together after dinner at Poirot? Mr. Amuro's craftsmanship is very good."

Songxue was silent for a while: "Why is it time for dinner every time we meet?"

Conan was also lost in thought.

"—but Poirot's sandwiches are really good."

Two days until Thursday.

Editor Seto finally finalized the date schedule with the illustrator, with a tone of vicissitudes and exhaustion.

Over the phone, he solemnly reminded Songxue: "The other party is a foreign friend, if there is any problem in communication... Uh, teacher, please don't force it."

As for artists, it is very common to have a special personality and temper. The better an artist is, the more delicate and sensitive his mind is, and the weaker he is in communicating with others.

Follow the painter on Twitter, even if you are a fan, you have to be careful, lest you accidentally poke something on the other party, and then suddenly delete all the statuses, leaving only one sentence "A lot of likes, I feel very disturbed, everyone, goodbye" Then disappeared.

Ugh.

Songxue thought that she still had some understanding of various professional identities, but hearing his tone was a little strange, she couldn't help repeating: "Foreign friends? Where are you from?"

"Well, Mr. Hershey is from northern Europe." Seto said tactfully, "You know, over there..."

She understood instantly: "Finnish?"

Northern Europe is well known as a paradise for socially phobic patients.

Now that the social network is more and more developed, countless spiritual Finns have emerged.These social terrorists in reality are like a fish in water on the Internet, surfing to their heart's content.

Songxue was lucky enough to know a little about it in the articles of the marketing account, but did not experience it personally.

She thought, it shouldn't be that exaggerated...

However, Editor Seto vowed that, judging from his contact with the other party in the exhibition, it is absolutely necessary to pay special attention.

"The other party is very vigilant, and I finally persuaded him to use social accounts to communicate, so I made an appointment to meet this time..." He sighed.

Tired, too tired.

As a newly appointed editor, he felt that he was under too much pressure.

"Uh," Songxue was silent for a while, and asked tentatively, "Does Mr. Hershey speak Japanese or English?"

"Can speak English and a little Japanese, but—"

Normal communication should be fine.She breathed a sigh of relief: "I see, so, where is it?"

After Songxue hung up the phone, she used her mobile phone to check the address sent by the other party.

Hershey...

She read the name silently, remembering that this was the illustrator that the editor said she was very interested in, so she couldn't help being interested.Although she can't remember now, she must have known each other online, so she must have left a lot of clues in her online account.

Songxue quickly turned on the computer, opened both Twitter and ins, and flipped through her watch list and favorites.

Soon, she found the ID of "Hershey" and clicked on the other party's homepage. Amidst the complicated flow of text, she saw a series of soft and gorgeous oil paintings in front of her eyes.

Almost all of them are portraits of people, young girls, slender figures, and complex expressions...

Songxue thought about the protagonist of her own novel, and could understand why she wanted to find him for illustrations.

She opened the memo and wrote: Colombo restaurant at twelve noon on Wednesday.

The first two suspects are very talkative and proactive. I just hope that the last candidate will cooperate so that she can complete the task as soon as possible and return to her hometown... er no, she will go back to Kanagawa to go to school.

……

Although she had made sufficient psychological preparations, Songxue was very surprised by Hershey in reality.

He is very young, his facial features are still a bit green, he looks no more than 20 years old, he may have just grown up, although he is tall, he is very shy, his eyes hardly make contact with him, and a pair of blue eyes are cautiously staring at the table horn teacup.

It seems that the safe distance now makes him very uncomfortable.

But honestly...

Songxue looked at the distance between the two.

Between them are two tables for four people spliced ​​together, which can only be used for dinners with a large family.For an ordinary date, just pick a table for two.

The waiters who passed by frequently cast strange gazes at them, and hesitated to speak.It seems that for the sake of foreign friends, any kind of strange scene is understandable, and it is hard for them not to take pictures and tweet.

She couldn't help but sighed, and picked up her phone: "Do you have LINE? How about we exchange accounts and chat online?"

Pretty awkward proposal.

But Hershey's eyes lit up immediately, and she looked at her slightly reproachfully, as if saying: Why didn't you say it earlier?

Songxue posted her account and was waiting, when suddenly the friend list lit up.

She froze for a moment, clicked on it, and the chat box with the note "Q" jumped out.

"Do you only need three copies this time? I'm fine, but you haven't sent me the sample magazine last time. What happened to it? Don't you plan to sell it on consignment?"

Songxue: "..."

She seemed to know who it was.

She replied calmly: "Yes. Well, things are always changing when doing RPS, and I don't eat those pair of Xipi now."

Hershey was slightly confused and sent a question mark.

"Why? Did you climb the wall?"

"No..." Songxue moved a little slower, and glanced at the opposite side. It was really hard to imagine that this young man was actually the painter of the little yellow comics at the bottom of her box.

She continued to explain: "Because, the person involved has changed from a passer-by to a boyfriend and then an ex-boyfriend. Well, it's really complicated. In short, in this case, it's hard for me to accept that he's having sex with other men." Together."

Hershey: "...Understood."

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