Yuanshen everyone has become my figure

Rice Flower Town, Polo Coffee Shop.

Chu Luye was wearing a black jacket with the collar turned up, the zipper was slightly open, and Zhongli was in the chest pocket of his shirt.

Originally wearing this dress was to make it easier for Zhongli to move around inside the coat, and the higher collar could also block other people's sight, so that Zhongli, who looked like a figure, would not be spotted.

However, the look of this biker jacket was just too wild.

In particular, around Chu Luye's neck was a headset with blue light constantly flashing.

Although he put on a mask in order not to be so eye-catching, covering the entire lower half of his face tightly.

However, the pure black mask and the slightly long black curly bangs made the little skin he exposed between them so white that it seemed to be glowing.

This outfit has a natural appeal to the eyes of others.

As soon as Chu Luye pushed open the door of Poirot's coffee shop, the eyes of the few customers in the shop who didn't have to go to work fell on him.

Chu Luye's swarthy eyes scanned the shop, but did not meet anyone's eyes.

He looked completely cold and defiant.

But everyone in the community knows that this kind of performance is not because of aloofness, nor is it because of being arrogant, but because of——dare not.

The cool-looking Kugai found an empty seat in the corner and sat down.

Azusa Enomoto came to the side of Hatsano with a tray and menu.

Several elementary school students, high school students, and decadent detective uncles who were leisurely eating breakfast at Poirot's Cafe even though it was a working day were quietly looking at this young man who was so abrupt compared to the surrounding environment.

After all, this is Mihuacho, not Shibuya.

Wearing clothes like this that look like they can go racing at any time, it is quite rare for people who come to drink coffee despite their bad attire.

But obviously, the focus of the three is not the same.

Kogoro Maoli snorted with half-moon eyes: "I don't know where the bad kid came from if you dress like this."

"Father!" Mao Lilan cast a reproachful glance at Mori Kogoro, and said in a low voice, "How can you comment on someone you don't know so casually? It would be bad if people heard about it."

"That's also a problem that he didn't learn well." Mori Kogoro disdainfully said, "By the way, you students, why are you staying so late today, don't you have to go to class?"

"Didan is preparing for the school festival today, and Conan and I have to wait until the afternoon to go to school." Mao Lilan complained with Ban Yueyan, "I told you this morning, but you didn't listen to it at all, Dad."

"Ahaha..." Mori Kogoro felt guilty, scratched his head with an awkward smile, and argued, "It's not because of the rebroadcast of Okino Yoko's concert..."

The topic of the father and daughter has shifted to the other side, but Conan, who is the only one who has been sitting silently, is still staring at Chuluye endlessly.

Conan was racking his brains to figure out where on earth he had seen this man.

He thought Chu Luye looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

With his memory, if this person was wearing such conspicuous clothes the last time we met, it is impossible for him not to remember.

So what made him remember this person last time was not the clothes or appearance, but something else, something more important.

What is it?

Conan looked at the black curly-haired boy and nodded slightly at Enomoto Azusa, without saying a word.

And Azusa Enomoto took back the menu with a smile like this, said a few words to the boy without seeming surprised at all, then turned and left.

He looked very familiar with Sister Xiaozi, and seemed to be a frequent visitor here.

So is this familiarity due to a chance encounter downstairs?

No, no, if he only met downstairs, he would not have such a deep impression on him, so deep that he would recognize him even if he was wearing a mask.

what exactly is it?What is it?

There must be something, just recently...

Conan's detective brain keeps turning, trying to find clues from every small detail of the opponent.

The black curly-haired boy put on the cool-looking earphones, pressed one side of the earphones, and tilted his head slightly as if he heard something.

This action made his face deflect at an angle, his bangs swayed slightly, and he turned his face towards Conan, revealing those very characteristic eyes.

Pure black pupils, slightly upturned eye tails, and elongated lower eyelids, it looks like he is disgusting with the world and looking down on all living beings.

The same shape, a pair of black eyes with eyelashes wet with sweat appeared in Conan's memory.

It's him!

A flash of light flashed across Conan's mind.

The guy who obviously has no connection with the victim, the murderer and the client, and they don't even have any memories related to him. He just drank coffee in the same coffee shop, but immediately recognized the murderer!

Conan remembered who Chu Luye was, and immediately jumped off the chair, ignoring Xiaolan's obstruction behind him, and ran straight to Chu Luye.

He put on a naive look of a child: "Ah, isn't this the big brother I met in the coffee shop last time?"

Hatsune's eyes slid to Conan.

He frowned slightly, and there was a little doubt in his dark eyes: "You...?"

"I was the kid who helped you find medicine at the door. Don't you remember me, big brother?" Conan tilted his head and smiled cutely, "By the way, did big brother's heart disease get better after that?"

"I, no, have a heart attack."

Chu Luye shook his head, and the meaning in his words was obviously saying: 'You've got the wrong person'.

At the same time, his gaze was still fixed on Conan.

Chuluye was wondering why this kid called himself 'kid', it sounded like he didn't feel like a kid at all.

Conan choked for a moment, and smiled awkwardly against the heavy eyes, which made him inexplicably stressed: "Aha, ha, then big brother, why did you fall to the ground with a painful face at that time?"

Chu Luye lowered his eyes, turned his brain to recall, and suddenly realized: "You are..."

Conan looked at him expectantly.

"...That, kid."

Conan's glasses were tilted, revealing peas.

In fact, this can't be blamed on Chu Luye.

When he was so stimulated by the murderer's evil thoughts that he had a splitting headache, his vision was already so blurred that he couldn't see clearly, let alone remember the face of a child who was grabbed by his hand.

And heart disease or something, when all kinds of evil thoughts and messy ravings were in his mind, Chuluye couldn't hear what Conan was saying at all, and naturally he didn't know that his posture curled up on the ground at that time was suppressed. Treated as a heart attack.

But—Hatsushino's eyes fell on Conan's face.

Even if he didn't hear anything at that time, just listening to what Conan said just now, Chuluye can already guess what happened at the door of the coffee shop.

"No, heart disease." Chu Luye stared at Conan and emphasized again.

"Okay, okay, I see..." Conan hung his head a little dejectedly, a little disappointed that a detective who seemed to be very powerful didn't remember him at all.

Although this incident is easy to understand, after all, he didn't show anything at all at that time, and now he still looks like a child...

"Thanks, though."

Chuluye sincerely thanked him.

Conan raised his head and watched the black curly-haired boy take off his earphones and talk to him, sending out signals that represent 'polite respect' and 'wanting to talk further' in social situations.

His eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly sat down on the seat opposite Chu Luye.

"How did Big Brother know that person was the murderer? Don't you know them at all? Did you find any clues, or..."

Conan's voice of questioning like a cannonball gradually weakened.

He found that the only eyes of the black curly-haired boy on the opposite side were already full of confusion that people couldn't ignore.

"Ahaha..." He seemed to have misunderstood the meaning of the other party.

Conan smiled awkwardly again, and sat in his seat cheekily, wanting to continue asking questions.

At this time, Mao Lilan, who had been paying attention to Conan, couldn't help but stand up when he was sitting opposite Chu Luye, walked to Conan's side, grabbed Conan by the back collar like a chicken, and pulled him from the Lifted off the seat.

"I'm sorry, sir. Conan is a little mischievous sometimes." Mao Lilan apologized embarrassingly.

Chu Luye shook his head to express his indifference.

Mori Kogoro, who followed behind, had already begun to teach Conan: "You little brat! Look at how much trouble you are causing people!"

Conan half moon eye.

Before he could complain and refute, Uncle Mao Li's iron fist had already landed on his head without any doubt.

"it hurts!"

Conan immediately hugged his head, and a steaming big bun appeared on top of his head.

"Mr. Mori, Miss Xiaolan, Conan, and Chuluye-kun, so you all know each other." Toru Amuro appeared in everyone's sight with a tray.

"Long time no see, Chuluye-kun."

The blond-haired black-skinned waiter greeted Chu Luye with a smile, and put the sandwich on the tray and a cup of coffee in front of Chu Luye.

Chuluye nodded slightly, as a response to Amuro Toru's greeting.

Generally speaking, at this time, he should continue to chat with them, and then finish the breakfast happily.

But there are too many of them.

Although Conan, Xiaolan, and Uncle Mao Li have no evil intentions, they can be regarded as very, very good people in the universal sense.

But this Toru Amuro...

Chu Luye raised his head, and met Amuro Toru's eyes with a sunny smile.

"I want to take it away."

——The negative emotions on him are too heavy.

Although it was blurry and nothing could be heard clearly, the thickness of this negative emotion was already more breathless than some conjurers.

Most importantly, surrounded by a group of people like this, he couldn't secretly feed Mr. Zhongli a sandwich.

"Eh? But if this sandwich gets cold, it will taste very bad. Hakatsukano-kun knows that, too?" Toru Amuro was surprised.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Amuro is right." Mao Lilan also turned her head, and strongly recommended to Chukano, "Mr. Amuro's special sandwich is really delicious, Mr. Hatshikano, you should stay and try it."

"Yes, yes!" Conan ignored the big bag on his head and jumped up to persuade him to stay.

He also wanted to take the opportunity of Chu Luye having breakfast in the store, and ask him how he found the murderer.

How could he just leave like that.

Conan looked at him eagerly.

"...No, use." Chu Luye shook his head firmly, rejecting the kindness of a group of people.

He turned to Amuro Toru: "Coffee, please."

"Eh, me?" Toru Amuro pointed at himself and blinked in surprise.

After all, the relationship between him and Chu Luye is limited to waiters and regular customers, and they only discussed a few words about cooking skills.

No matter how you think about it, the relationship between him and Conan is much closer than him.

Chu Luye nodded affirmatively, and instead of waiting for him to pack the sandwiches, he reached out to grab a piece and quickly walked out of Poirot's coffee shop.

There were several sandwiches left on the plate, and a cup of coffee was steaming hot.

It seemed that the back, no matter how you looked at it, seemed to be running away.