[Conan] I have to work hard even if I lose my memory

4 o'clock in the morning.Tokyo, Mihua City, Mihuacho 5-chome, in a one-bedroom, one-living single apartment, a young man suddenly opened his eyes.

After a dazed period of about two or three seconds, he looked at everything in his field of vision with the help of the faint neon light that entered the room through the cracks in the curtains.

The center of the soft pillow was uneven, which made him uncomfortable.So he stood up and turned on a simple floor lamp.

Take a closer look at everything in the house again.He found that he knew the names and uses of all the objects, but he still couldn't remember the stories about them and himself.Speaking of myself, I am...

Great, I've lost my memory—he thought blankly.

He was so calm—that was his next thought.

This one-bedroom, one-living room bachelor apartment is about 40 square meters, and it is difficult to see anything other than the necessities of life.

Monotonous, simple, and comfortable—this is his evaluation.After searching for 1.5 hours, the young man has some clues. His name is Jindaisugi, he is 24 years old, and he moved here a month ago.

Jindaisugi knelt on the cushion, and in front of him were key objects that might have clues: a palm-sized notebook, mobile phone, driver's license, health insurance card, and laptop.

Kodaisugi, who had just finished flipping through his driver's license and health insurance card, was staring at his phone's lock screen.

I don't know why, but I didn't set up face recognition.So... what is the Jiugongge password that I set up earlier.Looking sideways through the reflection, the surface of the mobile phone film was wiped clean without leaving any clues.

Is it possible that I have to go for a fingerprint check?The password is deduced according to the density of the fingerprint distribution.

Jindaisugi suddenly wondered, why does it look like someone did it on purpose?Just like those suspense reasoning games, you need to deduce the password yourself.

However, I am afraid that even if you check, you will not be able to find any fingerprints on the phone film——

Of course, it doesn't count if you got your phone dirty just now.Almost subconsciously, this idea popped up in Kodaisugi's mind.

Sitting still is a waste of time, and with the mentality of trying it out, Komidaisugi drew a pattern casually.

successful, successful? !

Jindaisugi was not in a hurry to search for clues, and rubbed the tip of his right finger that had outlined the pattern.

I am right-handed and have an instinctive memory for passwords.Wiping the screen may be its own behavior.Generally speaking, there will be traces of fingertips on the mobile phone film.

When searching the house just now, Jin Daisugi deduced from the placement of the objects in the house that he was a person with cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Spotless, not a speck of dust in the bin.Is wiping the cell phone film a habit of my cleanliness?

Still...Kojirosugi looked at the closet placed against the wall.A large number of medicines are placed in the bottom drawer of the closet. Among them, there is a bottle of medicine that can be applied to fingers to hide fingerprints.

Great, who was I before.

Putting aside these questions first, Jindai Sugi checked all the software in the phone——

There are no photos, no call or text messages, and even social software is not logged in.

But there is still 96% of the battery, the mobile phone is in standby mode, there is no timer switch time, the mobile phone is set to vibrate, and the mobile phone is placed next to the pillow - all these show that this mobile phone is often used by myself.

useless...

Well, not at all.It just added a little more trouble for me to retrieve my memory, and added a little mystery to my identity.

Putting down the phone, Kojirosugi turned on the laptop.When encountering a password this time, Kodaisugi entered the password intuitively based on his experience just now.

It's done.The condition of the mobile phone was a little better. In the files on the desktop, Jindaisugi found documents about how to make 8 kinds of desserts and precautions for making coffee.The update time was three days ago.Glancing at the file name, it's called Polo Cafe.

Could it be that I am a novice waiter in the store?

But the monthly rent for this kind of one-bedroom apartment in Tokyo is more than 70000 yen per square meter.But the salary of a waiter can hardly afford such rent.

Other than that, there are no records, and even the wastebasket is empty.

What is your own identity?Jindaisugi faintly felt that it was not correct to describe himself as a clean freak.

The last is the palm-sized notebook.Flipping through for a while, this is a note I started recording seven days ago, not a diary.

Scattered records of work matters, nothing more than which raw materials need to be purchased today, which new formula needs to be tried tomorrow, and so on.

Thanks to the notes, I learned two important things.

First, the address of Polo Coffee Shop, the staff and the names of several customers;

Second, just this morning, exactly four hours later, a man named Toru Amuro will visit as a probationary waiter.

Polo Cafe is located on the first floor of Mihuacho 5-chome 39, downstairs of the Maori Detective Agency.

Detective, Kodaisugi frowned subconsciously.Two or three seconds later, Kamidaisugi came back to his senses.

It seems that I instinctively dislike this word.All right, let's consider it a clue.

But now it's time to go.There is plenty of time, just to step on the spot nearby.

Jindaisugi was about to tidy up, at least the mattress should be folded and put in the closet.Although it is not appropriate to go to work so rashly, I can ask for leave without even knowing the phone number of my boss.

But having said that, shouldn't one go to the police or a doctor for help in such a case of amnesia, Jindaisugi thought belatedly.

Tilting his head, Kodaisugi emptied his mind in a self-confident posture, so why didn't he think of it at first?

No, it's not that I didn't expect it, but I ruled out this terrible plan in the first place.

Even now, I don't have any thought of calling the police for help.

Sitting stiffly for a while, Kodaisugi finally decided to let nature take its course and stood up.Speaking of tidying up, Jindaisugi's eyes slowly moved to the pillow, the pillow that hit the back of his head.

Pushing back the pillow, Kojirosugi fell silent again - although he hadn't spoken since he woke up.

Great, so what the hell was he before?

There was a pistol｜gun under the pillow.By the way, it is filled with bullets.

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