Sorry, my GIN is also undercover

"Please introduce yourself first."

Some rich middle-aged man straightened his floral shirt, then pushed his cool sunglasses, a small book was placed on the table in front of him, and a pen was quickly moved up and down between his fingers Fly.

"My name is Toru Amuro, and I am 29 years old. I am good at communicating with people. I have worked as a waiter in many restaurants and coffee shops before, and I have a lot of work experience."

"In terms of cooking, there is no problem with the general staple food, pasta, soup, and coffee, desserts, and sandwiches."

"Strong learning ability, even if you have never been exposed to content before, you can quickly get started."

……

The blond-haired, dark-skinned young man held a sharp and warm smile, and looked at the owner of Café Poirot, who was in short a very young mind. His eyes were full of expectations and desires that job seekers should have.

As a senior undercover young man, he almost exhausted all his rationality and concentration, so he controlled himself and never looked aside.

Even if there is a high school student who is [-]% similar to him standing next to him - they have known each other since they were young, Toru Amuro naturally knows what the other person was like in high school.

In the past, Shenlong never saw the end, traveled all year round, and only showed up for a while when interviewing newcomers. The boss looked deeply at this man named Toru Amuro carefully.

Then he reached out and slapped the desk case suddenly: "Okay! Next, please show your craftsmanship."

"learn……"

After Amuro turned into the counter cheerfully and politely, under the guidance of Enomoto Azusa, he selected the necessary kitchen utensils and raw materials, completely ignoring the movement of the cafe owner who was covering his hand and breathing.

Soon, the young man brought out a plate of creamy mushroom bacon pasta, a small plate of chocolate mousse, a breakfast sandwich and a cup of latte art coffee.

After the coffee shop owner tasted it, he was overjoyed, and slapped Anshi Tou on the shoulder hard, making him stagger.

"Congratulations, Mr. Amuro! You have been hired. If you can pass the three-day probationary period without incident, you will be successfully transferred to our Poirot's full-time employee."

The black-skinned young man who was photographed looked calm, maintained the most perfect enthusiastic smile, and brushed his hair.

"It's all thanks to the opportunity you gave me, boss!"

The room was filled with laughter and laughter, and the air was filled with joy for a while.

"In this way, I feel relieved. Although Xiaoguang is also very good, he is a student after all, and he usually has to go to school, so he can only work part-time, so I have always worried that Xiaozi will be overwhelmed."

"Now with Amuro-kun, you can coordinate shifts with each other, so you don't have to be so busy."

"I will definitely live up to your expectations, boss." The newly recruited young man positively assured the boss.

"Haha, there is no expectation, no expectation." The rich middle-aged boss waved his hand casually, "Just work hard, and the rest are free to play."

The three employees of the coffee shop: ...

"To be honest, Amuro-kun's cooking tastes very similar to that of Xiaoguang's."

"In this way, customers who are keen on this kind of taste don't have to squeeze together to eat at night or when Xiaoguang is around on weekends."

"From now on, we can supply around the clock." The boss clenched his fists seriously, and made a gesture of cheering, "From this point of view, Amuro-kun solved the trouble for me."

After he finished speaking, he looked up to the sky and laughed and went out. It is said that the other party will go fishing in the Seto Inland Sea next.

"Our boss... is really willful to some extent."

Azusa Enomoto looked helplessly at the back of the other party going away, but did not notice the two men behind her.

Because the boss said before he left that the dishes tasted similar, he fell into a weird atmosphere.

"How can I explain to Zero that not only did I not die, but I became a middle school student? Would it be too unscientific and too fantastical?"

Zhu Tianguang thought with some distress.

And Toru Amuro was thinking much more than him at the moment.

"What's up with this middle school student-looking Hiro?"

"A relative? It's unlikely, I've never heard of it."

"Is that sent by the organization to test me?"

"Could it be that the organization has discovered that my identity is wrong? And found out my relationship with Hiro?"

"But if this is the point of the investigation, why hasn't Gin come to me yet?"

"If the other party is really sent by the organization, what about the taste of the food? Can anyone really imitate it to this extent?"

……

If one wanted to describe the intensity of Toru Amuro's mental activities, it would probably be comparable to the infinite growth and extension of the Big Bang.

The two people with different thoughts in their hearts did not show the slightest bit of something wrong on their faces, but smiled at each other hypocritically.

Zhu Tianguang is a hypocrisy with a guilty conscience; Toru Amuro is a fake in disguise.

All in all, today's Poirot Cafe is still full of harmony and harmony.

And Gin, who has returned to the right track of undercover life, is still running around in the streets of Tokyo, working hard for his busy work.

On this day, he and vodka completed a deal with the president of a technology company in Mihua Town, and prepared to drive back to the base.

"Brother, does the doctor you mentioned earlier live in Mihua Town?" Vodka asked casually.

"Yeah, I'm going to go back and visit some time."

"I'm really curious to have done such an incredible thing."

Gin knew that the other party was referring to the genius doctor who made the ultimate anesthetic bomb.

He and Osamu Dazai perfectly achieved the double kill record of Miyano Akemi and Mori Ogai with these narcotic bombs.

"Are you going directly to the door like this?"

Will it scare the anesthesia bomb supplier?

Vodka was genuinely worried.

Gin:  …

Qin Jiu wondered if his little brother had gone a little too far recently.

Even he dared to joke.

He took a deep breath, a little angry, and said sullenly: "Then you go, don't forget to put on some disguise."

But he couldn't refute it, so he could only admit it by pinching his nose.

"Oh……"

The little guy in the sunglasses didn't realize the lethality in his words at all, he just responded in a dazed manner.

The car quickly returned to silence.

The street scenes on both sides of the car window kept receding rapidly, and the bored Gin looked around casually.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

With sharp eyes, he stretched out his hand to twist a piece of brown hair from behind the seat.

Put the brown hair in front of you and observe carefully:

This color, this length, this degree of curling...

! !

The long-haired man's eyes instantly became sharper, and he realized that things were not simple.

"I found it..." Gin's voice became strange and excited, "Xue Li..."

Vodka, who was driving next to him, didn't dare to speak, but couldn't help but quietly glanced to the side, and then looked away.

But... Brother Gin is really weird, take another look.

Qin Jiu didn't care about the look in his younger brother's eyes.Because at this moment, he was immersed in the joy that his mission could finally be completed.

"I found it..."

Before Vodka could finish speaking, Gin stopped his words when he stretched out his hand.

The long-haired man searched the car for a while, and efficiently found two bugs stuck to the car.

"It's really..."

that is really good!

It reduced the difficulty of his search a lot.

Thinking like this, Gin happily crushed the two bugs in his hand.

Brother laughs so scary...

Why exactly, Vodka didn't dare to say, and Vodka didn't dare to ask.

Vodka doesn't know anything, he's just an innocent driver tool.

and also……

Sure enough, the relationship between Big Brother and Shirley is not simple!

"Brother, what shall we do next? Knowing that we found her, will Shirley run away directly?"

Qin Jiu thought about the conversation between the two of them just now, and vetoed: "No, we will focus on Mihua Town next. If I guess correctly, she will appear near here soon."

"We just need to visit the doctor as planned."

"At that time, she will automatically appear in front of us."

Rice Flower Town Gochome, Polo Cafe.

After reuniting after a long absence, Youshuran experienced (True Amuro's unilateral) suspicion, (True Amuro's unilateral) confrontation, temptation (True Amuro's unilateral), questioning (True Amuro's unilateral) and (both parties') ) was delighted that after such a series of processes, they finally got to know each other.

Although this is beyond Amuro's rational cognition, although he still has the suspicion and caution of Bourbon, there are some things that cannot be faked.

For example, the little secrets and details that only the two of them knew about him and hiro growing up.

For another example, as the resonance between the two of you, tame dye, when their souls collided——

Those emotions and strong feelings from the heart were overwhelming, enough to make him sure:

That's right, this is Hiro!

This is truly the best day in years.

The childhood friend who thought he was dead and could only be separated from heaven and man, his contemporaries and comrades in arms appeared in front of him again.

It's real, not hallucinatory.

This is really great.

Even the corners of his mouth twitched when he turned his head to get the ingredients.

Taking advantage of other people's inattention, the two exchanged their recent situation in a low voice.

Of course, both of them tacitly kept silent about the organization and drugs.

After all, this is not a good place to exchange information.

The so-called recent situation is only about life, even if it is heard by others, it will not arouse suspicion.

"Really? You are currently living with a police officer named Matsuda." Amuro Toru's voice was quite meaningful.

"Yeah..." Zhu Tianguang's expression remained unchanged, smiling as if he didn't hear any extra emotions.

These are all information on the surface, and the two of them naturally did not cover up too much.But the meaning inside it is only clear to the person concerned.

And the characters in the words of the two coffee shop employees who had a happy chat and hit it off at first sight also happened to enter Pollone at this time.

"welcome!"

Hearing the sound of the wind chime at the door, Toru Amuro, the newly appointed coffee shop employee, immediately raised his head and showed a bright business-like smile.

And the yawning guest who was wearing sunglasses couldn't help but paused when he heard the sound of welcoming the guests, then reached out and pulled the sunglasses halfway down, and stared at the waiter who had just greeted him.

After a long while, he pushed back the sunglasses, then sat down in front of the table as if nothing had happened, and turned the high stool.

"Zhutian, is this the newly hired waiter in your coffee shop?"

He put his elbows on his head and looked at the cohabitant who was working seriously: "Then can I complain as a customer?"

"I think the waiter's smile is not sincere at all, and he even looks like he wants to eat people."

"Okay-but-scared-oh-"

A certain police officer surnamed Matsuda complained in a drawn-out tone without hesitation.

"How did you come to Poirot?"

Zhu Tianguang just smiled and poured him a cup of tea, but didn't answer his words.

"Didn't I come here after work to care about the safety of the children at home? To prevent him from being entangled by some strange adults."

Amuro? A strange adult? He revealed a smile that was a hundred times brighter than before, and interjected: "Then Mr. Police Officer, you are really a responsible adult."

"Since you're here, why don't you sit down and have something to eat?"

"After all, Poirot is a good place for a busy person like a police officer who can't cook at all, can't live without taking care of children at home, and in a sense is very useless to solve dinner...It's much better than you can deal with it casually."

Tuqiong finally appeared.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the waiter in front of him who was aliased as Toru Amuro, rubbed his chin, and pretended to think: "It's not bad to eat here, but it's a bit boring."

"After all, our family's daily cooking is at the level of Poirot's chef. No matter what, it is better than that of a new black-skinned boy."

"Oh, come to think of it, there's no difference between eating at our house and at Poirot's!"

The curly-haired young man wearing sunglasses looked like he had just figured it out and suddenly realized it.

"However, some waiters may not be able to experience this kind of happiness—"

Mr. Guest gave a provocative look.

The boy waiter on the other side smiled as brightly as the rising sun.

Once the eyes of the two met, there was a burst of lightning and flint.

Just as the invisible war intensified, two glasses of boiled water were placed between the two of them with a bang.

The mature and sensible high school student Hikaru Morota, an old employee of Café Poirot, held a tray and looked at the two with a gentle smile.

"Are you thirsty? Why don't you drink some water first."

"Then, Mr. Amuro, it's time for us to go to work."

Before Matsuda Jinpei could gloat, Morota looked at him with more gentle eyes.

"Sometimes, it's not good to eat too much high-level cuisine."

"You said so? Officer Matsuda."

"Eating junk food like instant noodles once in a while may bring you unexpected happiness."