Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

Although he met the famous detective Mori Kogoro, who often appeared on TV, it was not very attractive to Fujiwara Takumi, who had been in contact with many celebrities due to the nature of his profession after entering the professional racing world.

Especially there is Mr. Ryosuke who he cares more about, who is sitting beside him.

Not long after Fujiwara Takumi looked away from Detective Mori and the two, the blond waiter who was called "Brother Amuro" by the elementary school student wearing glasses with a soft and sweet voice unique to children, served a A plate of sandwiches and two cups of coffee: "The orders of the two guests have kept you waiting for a long time."

"Thank you."

After a simple thank you, Fujiwara Takumi's attention was attracted by the beautifully arranged and appetizing sandwich.

I don't know how it tastes.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he noticed that Amuro, who had brought napkins, spoons and sugar cubes for them, did not leave, but smiled and asked again: "Although it is a bit presumptuous, I still want to ask, Is the white FC-3S parked at the door the car of the two guests?"

"Ah, yes."

Fujiwara Takumi answered blankly first.

Takahashi Ryosuke looked at Amuro calmly and nodded slightly.

"Sorry, please don't get me wrong," Amuro quickly waved his hand, showing a sunny and friendly smile: "It's the first time I meet a guest with such similar tastes as mine, so I couldn't help but ask one more question."

Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help asking: "Is your car also from the RX-7 series?"

"Yes." Amuro showed a hearty and beautiful smile: "Mine is a white FD-3S."

"Eh? Is it such a coincidence?"

It turned out to be the same model as Mr. Keisuke.

Although it's just a coincidence, and the authenticity has yet to be verified...

But after hearing this sentence, Fujiwara Takumi's affection for Amuro, who caused him conflicting senses, still couldn't help soaring: "Are you also a driver?"

"That's not true, it's just a personal preference." Seemingly aware of Takahashi Ryosuke's polite but alienated attitude, Amuro smiled kindly, and left first knowingly: "Don't disturb the two guests, please take your time." use."

Until Amuro left, Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help thinking about his words.

Indeed, in Tokyo, where the traffic density is so high, it is impossible to drive like you would in Gunma...unless you forcibly occupy the rails or something.

"The RX-7 is indeed a very good car."

Without continuing to think about it, Fujiwara Takumi picked up a sandwich and looked sideways at Takahashi Ryosuke.

He was obtusely unaware of the other party's silence from just now, and said happily: "Even in Tokyo, it is so easy to meet people who drive the same car. As expected of Mr. Ryosuke and Mr. Keisuke, the taste is really good." It's very good."

"Really?" There was a faint smile in the dark blue eyes: "Thank you Takumi for your compliment. In my opinion, AE86 is also very good."

Mountain road riders who are not happy when their favorite car is praised by others, probably do not exist in this world.

"Well," Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help smiling, and said sincerely, "For me, AE86 is the best companion."

Even after replacing the front racing engine, the overall combat effectiveness of the AE86 is still limited. In any case, it can't match the new car with a new driving system with superior performance and new styles that change with each passing day.

As an excellent professional driver, one must have the ability to quickly adapt to different models.

Because when you are actually on the field, no matter what performance car is assigned, you need to adapt to the characteristics of the car in a very short period of time, and then give full play to the best strength as you like, so that the car can run at the limit.

But for the gifted driver, there's an emotional realm of liking beyond performance.

When galloping with the most beloved and trusted companion, it will allow him to enter a unique state of mind-communication-thus going beyond that fuzzy boundary and letting it burst out with terrifying combat power beyond the limit.

"Is that right?"

To Takumi Fujiwara's surprise, Mr. Ryosuke only slightly lowered his eyelids, seemingly disapproving.

Did he say something wrong?

As if aware of Fujiwara Takumi's confusion, Ryosuke Takahashi smiled lightly, and quickly explained in a low voice: "I thought the best companion for you was me."

"... Mr. Ryosuke."

Even someone as dull as Fujiwara Takumi can tell that Mr. Ryosuke is making fun of him again.

It seems that Mr. Ryosuke has often played tricks on him since he became his navigator.

This is an experience that he did not have ten years ago... It must be a symbol of a closer relationship between the navigator and the driver.

Despite his lack of experience in dealing with this, Fujiwara Takumi blushed slightly, and quickly calmed down.

He took a bite of the sandwich, thought about it while chewing, and pretended to fight back nonchalantly: "Mr. Liangjie's joke just now, isn't it the same as a girl asking her boyfriend whether the car is important or her? "

"Sorry." Takahashi Ryosuke, who was hit back, couldn't help but chuckled, and answered with ease, "Then for Takumi, is the car or the girlfriend important?"

"The two are not comparable at all." After confirming that Mr. Ryosuke was teasing himself, Fujiwara Takumi quickly relaxed: "And I don't have a girlfriend at all."

Takahashi Ryosuke smiled slightly, and reminded in a relaxed and casual tone among friends: "The last time I went to Usui, the woman on the SIL-80 co-pilot seemed to be very interested in Takumi."

"Miss Sha Xue?" Fujiwara Takumi was stunned, and quickly explained: "She is just like Mr. Ryosuke just now, just making fun of me. And for a long time in the future, I don't have any requests. Plans to date women."

Speaking of this, he paused, and continued solemnly: "I just want to put all my energy on plan D, and planning to go abroad with Mr. Ryosuke to enter the professional racing world."

Takahashi Ryosuke stared at him quietly.

Hearing this, he slowly deepened the smile on the corner of his lips, and said seriously: "If you say that, Takumi and I have the same thoughts."

It was obviously a very common sentence, but it made Fujiwara Takumi's face inexplicably feel a little hot.

...Maybe the air conditioner in the coffee shop is turned up too high?

The conversation seemed to be over temporarily, he didn't care about it, he lowered his head subconsciously, avoiding the situation where he continued to look into those dark blue eyes.

He only seemed to concentrate on the sandwiches on the plate.

It's not his illusion, the sandwiches made by the waiter named Amuro in this coffee shop are obviously much better than the ones he bought in the convenience store before.

It's hardly the same food.

He hadn't forgotten his plan to eat less to wait for something that he might have to play. Just when Fujiwara Takumi was staring at the sandwiches left on the plate and was hesitating whether he should stop here, something happened suddenly.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

A heart-piercing scream came from beside him.

Fujiwara Takumi was startled, and instinctively turned around.

I witnessed a middle-aged man dressed as an office worker strangling his throat vigorously, with a ferocious and painful expression that wanted to vomit but couldn't, and fell heavily backwards on the spot.

When he was struggling, he waved his other hand indiscriminately, overturning the plate including the bitten sandwich, and the food residue was scattered all over the floor in an instant.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

A second later, the screams of other frightened customers echoed in the store.

"Guest? What's wrong with you, guest?"

The young waitress who had been busy behind the counter was also taken aback by the movement.

With a shocked expression, just when she was about to get close to the guest who had been holding her neck stiffly since she fell on her back and was in a serious condition, a stern child's voice sounded.

"Everyone please stand where you are and don't move until the police arrive! Sister Xiaozi, please call the police and an ambulance!"

Takumi Fujiwara, who had just realized that there must be an extraordinary situation, was shocked again by the scene of "a primary school student giving orders at the scene of this suspected murder".

Takahashi Ryosuke suddenly said, "Takumi, stop watching."

"Uh," Takumi Fujiwara actually didn't stare at the stranger who didn't know his life or death, but kept looking at the elementary school student who suddenly showed amazing maturity. After hearing Mr. Ryosuke's words, he turned around obediently: " Well, I see."

It's incredible... Could this be the special training of great detectives?

Even though he is still a primary school student, he possesses the formidable courage to rush up to the body of a fallen stranger in an instant, and command the frightened others present.

Sure enough, the waitress obediently called the police, and after only a few minutes, people from the Metropolitan Police Department and an ambulance arrived one after another.

Fujiwara Takumi looked at the police officer who was two or three times the size of the police officer next to him, and couldn't help but think, this is Tokyo.

Even the police officer's stomach...is much bigger than the horse's.

Before the police arrived, Mori Kogoro leaned over and sniffed the guest's lips.

After reaching out his hand to probe his neck again, he announced solemnly: "It smells like almonds. It should be cyanide poisoning. It's a pity, but I'm afraid it's too late."

After the ambulance medical staff arrived, they only checked perfunctorily, and got the same result as Kogoro Mori.

Moori Kogoro with a mustache glanced sharply at the guests in the coffee shop, and announced with a serious face: "This means that this is not a simple food poisoning accident at all, but an outright accident. Murder without charge."

"Mr. Ryosuke," watching the situation develop so fast in a daze, Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help discussing with Mr. Ryosuke in a low voice: "We probably won't be able to leave in a short time. Do you want to notify the people in the team?"

"Probably not." Takahashi Ryosuke replied calmly: "We don't know that person, as long as we do a routine investigation, we should be able to rule out the suspicion and leave."

"That's good."

Although he was a little confused and flustered at first, with Mr. Ryosuke by his side, Takumi Fujiwara was quickly comforted.

It's just that the delicious sandwiches left on the plate in front of him have completely lost their appeal.

The next progress in solving the case was completely beyond his imagination.

First, the elementary school student asked questions with an innocent smile, and then he and the blond Amuro sprawled on the ground and explored around.After discovering something, he deliberately used "Ah Lie Lie" loudly to attract the attention of the police officers.

The elementary school students and Amuro, who have no age gap at all, will whisper intimately from time to time.At this time, he always behaved abnormally mature, and his eyes were very sharp.

After about an hour or so, apart from the Maori detective who made no contribution at all, and said strange inferences of "this may be an accident" and "this must be suicide" to the police officer with a big belly, he suddenly "噫" for no reason. One sound.

He swung his limbs from side to side with a strange expression, stepped back a few crooked steps, and finally landed on the sofa seat miraculously.

What is unbelievable is that, facing the Maori detective who has fallen into a strange coma for no reason, all the police officers present only showed expectant expressions, saying "Oh oh oh finally here!" He meant to call an ambulance.

Just when Fujiwara Takumi was feeling overwhelmed, the Maori detective, whose head was hanging down in an uncomfortable posture and whose hands and feet were motionless, suddenly spoke again in a completely different tone: "Sorry, Officer Megure, When I saw the shards of cups without fingerprints, I finally figured it out—”

Fujiwara Takumi was completely at a loss.

...Are the people in the metropolis so unique?