And through the sticker

Toru Amuro becomes interested in a customer.

She had entered Café Poirot on a summer afternoon.

It was raining heavily that day, and there were rumbling thunders from time to time.

Azusa Enomoto asked for leave today, and Grandma Heshan, the last customer, also left just now.

Toru Amuro was the only person left in Café Poirot.

After tidying up the kitchen and cleaning the customer area, he suddenly fell into a rare leisure.

It just so happened that there was no thunder.

For a while, the only sound left in the store was the hum of the air conditioner and the faint sound of rain falling.

Toru Amuro made himself a glass of iced Americano, sat on a chair and quietly looked out the window in a trance.

The sky was overcast, giving people a sense of silent oppression.

Midsummer, afternoon, thunder and lightning, heavy rain.

Combining several elements together, there must be an unbearable sweltering heat outside the glass door without the blessing of air-conditioning.

Toru Amuro doesn't like rainy days.

Summer thunderstorms with their own depressing atmosphere always remind him of many unpleasant things.

With the bitter and cold coffee in his mouth, he felt a little refreshed.

——I feel like I might be able to finish work early today.

When he was thinking this way, the store door was pushed open.

"Excuse me! Can I borrow—"

Amuro looked up.

A delicate and lovely chestnut-haired girl stood at the door, holding a big bag tightly in her arms.

She was drenched from head to toe, but her bag remained relatively dry.

The girl scanned the store while talking, as if looking for a clerk in the empty coffee shop.

Suddenly, her gaze directly collided with Toru Amuro.

There was an inexplicable thunder outside the window.

Hot air poured into Café Poirot from the open shop door.

But looking at the girl in front of him, Toru Amuro felt inexplicably refreshed.

It's like the iced Americano just imported.

He was a little startled.

According to the detective's subconscious and superb reasoning thinking, he should have automatically supplemented what the other party hadn't finished at the first time, and handed over an umbrella to the drowned lady.

But at this moment, the first thought that popped into his mind was——

It's a pair of caramel eyes.

"..."

He came back to his senses, and when he was about to get up, the Drowned Miss in front of him spoke again.

"—Excuse me, is it still open now? Can I order?"

When the topic changed, there was no intention of borrowing an umbrella.

A pair of caramel-colored eyes still have a little light.

Since then, girls have often come to Café Poirot.

She always buried her head, quietly sitting in the corner of the coffee shop with her computer and thick books in her arms, and the whole afternoon was as soon as her butt touched the stool.

The pile of books was like a fortress, completely covering the person in the middle, making it impossible to see what she was doing.

The big bag was still on the table.

When delivering food to her, Toru Amuro accidentally saw a few pieces of drawing paper and drawing materials exposed in the bag.

Hmm, looks like a college student just in time for the end of term.

It should be...Department of Design?

——By the way, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the other party's name.

Yumeko Sasaki.

Over time, as if thinking that no one would notice herself sitting in the corner, Yumeko Sasaki began to gradually transfer the drawings in her bag to the table.

When Toru Amuro was delivering meals, he often caught glimpses of Yumeko Sasaki's paintings inadvertently.

The sketches she spread on the table are sometimes serious fashion design homework, and sometimes some cute and cute fishing pictures.

There are various types of fishing, such as the floor plan of the coffee shop, waiter Q/Q people, various stick figure ingredients...

"The painting is very good."

Once, he couldn't help but praise.

Then, Toru Amuro saw the girl's ears turn red suddenly, and said vaguely, "...Thank you."

Amuro was a little troubled.

Sasaki Yumeko always looked reluctant to talk to him.

Except for the thank you during the meal delivery, Yumeko Sasaki seemed more willing to communicate with another waiter, Azusa Enomoto, during the rest of the time.

At first he thought it was just because the other party was shy and introverted.

Until one time, when Yumeko Sasaki came to the coffee shop, she brought several other friends with her.

"Haruhi, thank you so much for helping me introduce Suo-san to be my model!!"

When passing by their table for the eighth time pretending to be natural, Toru Amuro heard Yumeko Sasaki say.

Her voice was brisk and natural, and she didn't look shy at all.

"It's really hard to find a handsome blond mixed race pool noodle guy with a top figure! Fortunately, there is you, Mr. Xu Wang!! Let's eat and eat! The food of our common people is delicious! I invite you!"

……Um.

Is it really hard to find handsome blonde mixed race pool noodle guys?

The handsome blond mixed-race Ikemen Amuro with a good figure was mopping the floor he had already mopped three times calmly, looking at the floor so clean that it almost reflected his dazzling face, he passed the table silently.

Toru Amuro always thought Sasaki's paintings were cute.

Until one time, the wind from the air conditioner accidentally blew up a large pile of sketches that Sasaki spread out on the table.

Toru Amuro thoughtfully came over to help her pick it up together.

He accidentally glanced at the sketch in his hand, and found a blond, black-skinned beauty who looked very similar to him.

The other party was wearing a white shirt and pink apron, with a charming expression, the neckline was wide open, and the collarbone was faintly visible.

There is another line next to it, which is the words written by Sasaki:

"Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow this is!

...Well, it doesn't seem to be very similar to him, but it is him.

Toru Amuro calmly took the opportunity of picking up the paper to glance at the other drawings.

Found a lot of different images of him.

He walks the dog, he cooks, he sleeps, he washes the car, he balabala.

Toru Amuro: "..."

Toru Amuro left Sasaki's seat with a complicated expression amidst the other party's stuttering "Thank you thank you thank you" at a loss.

Well, it should be a two-way crush.

Toru Amuro thought maturely and calmly.

...But it may also be purely coveted by his appearance.

Toru Amuro recalled the painting he had just seen with relish.

The painting is really good.

That night, Toru Amuro had a dream.

In the dream, Poirot Café became a mini-game featuring management, drawing cards, simulating love, and other functions.

Judging from the painting style and design, Sasaki is probably an artist.

...and the other party has become a player of this game, stuffing him in a dream.

"..."

What a strange dream.

When he woke up the next day, he found that the scene from the dream was still in his mind.

He didn't pay attention to these little episodes.

……

Until Toru Amuro settled the bill in front of the cash register.

A voice suddenly sounded next to his ear: "Simulate running Poirot's coffee shop, and create the cozy shop of your dreams with him... What kind of game is this?"

Toru Amuro: "?"

Isn't that Sasaki's voice?

Inexplicably, he found that the scene in his mind overlapped with the coffee shop in front of him.

It's like a supernatural phenomenon.

Not only can he be influenced by Sasaki's voice in his ears, but he can't help but follow her instructions.

It's like an NPC in a game.

And Sasaki is the player who manipulates him.

Hmm, it seems that I can only hear what the other party said while playing the game.

……interesting.

Amuro calmly closed the drawer of the cash register.

Wife.

Toru Amuro: "..."

wife.

Toru Amuro thinks the same.

Mai Waifu, he really couldn't hold back a burst of laughter.

"?" Azusa Enomoto turned her head suspiciously, "Mr. Amuro, what happened?"

Amuro Toru looked serious: "No."

"?"

Azusa Enomoto didn't ask, but suddenly thought of a new topic: "By the way, Mr. Amuro, our store seems to have changed owners!"

Toru Amuro: "...Huh?" Is this game experience only for me, or do other shop assistants have it?

Azusa Enomoto: "The previous boss sold our store, and now we have a new boss. The new boss and his family seem to be in the clothing industry before."

Toru Amuro: "...Ah."

... The new boss, maybe his surname is Sasaki.

He found that the thoughts in his mind seemed to be connected with Mai Waifu Sasaki's game.

For example, when I just heard that the other party wanted to change my name, the idea of ​​"that's so boring" came to my mind.

Immediately, Sasaki's voice came from his ear:

"The name change function is temporarily unavailable, and the opening time is unknown. I wish you a happy life...? What the hell??"

Toru Amuro tried to resist the urge to think of the names "Rei Fubuya" and "Bourbon" and a lot of indescribable memories in his mind.

He saw Conan Edogawa who came to eat.

Amuro tried to resist the urge to think of the name "Kudo Shinichi" and a lot of indescribable memories in his mind.

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Toru Amuro found it strange to be moved around by an invisible force at first.

Get used to it over time.

...the teleportation is quite convenient.

But looking at the expressions of everyone in the store, it is estimated that they are not used to it, and Mr. Maori's jaw is about to fall into the bowl.

——Especially Edogawa Conan, whose brain's CPU was about to be overloaded because he couldn't deduce the principle of the supernatural phenomenon in front of him.

Considering that Mori Ran and Mori Kogoro were still around, Edogawa Conan blinked and asked innocently, "Brother Amuro, how did you manage to move so fast just now?"

At the same time, he looked at Toru Amuro with three points of disbelief, three points of coolness, and four points of shock.

Toru Amuro smiled casually: "I learned it in Hawaii before."

Edogawa Conan: "..."

For Sasaki always trying to feed him, Amuro felt it was a sweet burden.

Sweet: She has me in her heart.

Burden: Seeing celery dishes flying through the air, Mr. Mori looks like he's going to faint.

He could only express his desire to refuse in his heart.

When he heard the girl's disappointed voice, Amuro couldn't help teasing: "Mai Waifu."

The lost voice suddenly turned into silence.

……puff.

Toru Amuro plans to go to the supermarket to do some shopping.

...and then involuntarily bought a lot of useless things under Sasaki's voice.

He heard the suspected current boss Sasaki wondering: "Strange, I didn't spend any money?"

Amuro Touyun thought calmly: Well, because it was all my money.

#波罗咖啡室很好，After earning money, spend it directly to the boss#

Seeing that he was about to deviate from the original purpose of purchasing ingredients, he began to convey the desire of "wanting to buy bread" in his mind.

And "want to buy ham".

and "Want to Buy Mayonnaise".

By the way, "want to buy lettuce".

In the surprised eyes of passers-by, he walked out of the supermarket carrying a lot of messy things, and he couldn't help teasing her again: "Mai Waifu."

Toru Amuro was in a good mood when he heard the frantic voice coming from his ear.

……

Sasaki usually comes to eat at noon.

Back in the store, Toru Amuro glanced at the wall clock, guessing that the time was almost up.

Under Edogawa Conan's staring eyes, he walked into the kitchen as if no one else was there, and eccentrically made a sandwich set for Sasaki in advance.

I didn't expect that there would be a case today.

It is still an optional disguised suicide/suicide proof question.

Toru Amuro sighed, facing a lot of case information in front of him, his brain began to work rapidly.

No time to think about that game anymore.

However, he just heard the girl leave the main interface of the coffee shop because she was not interested.

Amuro breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking a look at the unusual elementary school student who was muttering in the corner and the extraordinary high school student who kicked away the prisoner who wanted to use force again, Toru Amuro smiled helplessly.

It is also a good thing for Sasaki, a real ordinary student, not to be exposed to these dark events.

He stood at the door of the store and watched the three leave after finishing the case.

Well, the other two customers who saw him teleport and the celery dish flying in the sky, one is already dead and the other is in jail, so they probably can't care about recalling today's supernatural events.

The three customers who were still alive and kicking outside were probably going to be shocked by this incident for a long time.

Toru Amuro curled the corner of his mouth.

Well, it's hard to find handsome blond mixed-race pool noodles.

And bring food for others.

pretty good.

After observing for a period of time, Toru Amuro found that this game didn't have... much impact on his life.

He can even choose what information to share in his head.

Regarding this mysterious game, Toru Amuro launched various investigations in private, but he had no clue.

This is simply not something that can be done at the current level of technology.

After all, this is the kind of... game that even the little detective can't figure out.

Such as teleportation.

It's more like...God is free to play a joke on them.

... Fortunately, the forces of all parties have been relatively peaceful recently.

Still, it's hard to tell if it's the calm before the outbreak.

Toru Amuro becomes interested in a customer.

Fortunately, this customer also took an interest in him.