"Just give up like that? I remember you have been observing for a long time."

"That little cutie has basically been established. I have the ability to reshape my skills and I will not cultivate new little cutie."

The bartender looked up at him, and the bottle was thrown up in the air, and the spilled wine drew a beautiful curve in the air, and it was put into the cup without dropping or falling.

After adjusting, he took a sip and the taste was just right.

"I remember your last little cutie has already received the code name?"

"Yeah~ It was beyond my expectations." The man pushed the empty wine glass to the bartender, crossed his legs, and leaned against the bar.

"Put a cup of martini, it's pure."

The bartender took the wine from the wine rack, wiped the bottle, poured a new wine glass, "Code-named Martini?"

"Yeah." The man picked up the wine glass and took a sip, putting it aside, not very much like the taste of this wine.

"Why did Gin stay in Tokyo for a while?"

The bartender opened his upper eyelids and glanced at him, slowly saying, "It seems that he has discovered rye whiskey and is ready to deal with the traitors."

"Oh? Rye actually returned to Japan? He was so bold~" The man smiled and was quite gloating.

"Fbi has always been very brave."

"That's true." The man supported his head, as if he had thought of something interesting, and the smile on the corner of his lips became deeper, "Do you say Rye has a regular visa to come to Japan? If he enters the country illegally, I report it to the police, will he be sent back to China?"

“…Not.”

With FBI's strength and the country behind him, even if it is really illegal to enter the country, he can imagine how the police will compromise.

Besides, if you use this method to deal with others, the other party will definitely deal with you in the same way.

He slowly shook the goblet in his hand, and his tone was warned, "Grey Goose, if you want to make trouble, stay away from my bar. My small business cannot withstand the tossing of you big guys."

Hearing his words, Gray Yan made an exaggerated and surprised expression, "What can I do to make Wei Mo call me a big shot?"

"Come on, my old wine bottle is almost empty." The bartender gave him a blank look and wiped the water stains on the bartender. A black cat jumped onto the bartender and squatted at the bartender's hand. His golden eyes looked like two dazzling gems. He glanced at the guest opposite and lowered his head and licked his claws.

The bartender gently rubbed its head, and the black cat rubbed his arm comfortably.

The gray goose chuckled twice, and the low laughter made the black cat's ears move.

"I dare not take this seriously. But how did Gin plan to attack Rye? Rye was once called the 'silver bullet', and it was not easy to destroy the silver bullet..."

The bartender gently tickled the black cat, and seemed indifferent to what he said, "This has nothing to do with you and me. Execution of the traitor is Gin's task, not our task..."

......

At 8 o'clock, Maori's family took a police car and returned to the downstairs of the detective office.

Poirot Café is still open, and due to the weekend, the business is still very good at night.

Kogoro Mouri touched his hungry stomach, looked at the food that diners were tasting in the glass window, and felt saliva was being secreted quickly.

"Xiaolan, let's go to the store to eat tonight, so you can save you from cooking again."

"I heard that a new waiter came to Poirot Cafe, and it is said that his skills are very good." Xiaolan had long wanted to try the new waiter's specialty dishes, but she did not refuse and took Conan in.

“Welcome.”

Seeing someone pushing the door in, Amuro, who was wearing an apron and holding a tray, bent down and said hello.

Seeing this familiar face, Conan was slightly stunned. Isn’t this the chef of Kurakawa Shun’s family? Why did he suddenly come to Polo to be a waiter?

No matter what, the treatment of the Shangkawa family is better than that of Poirot, right? Giving up a relaxed job and choosing a harder job is not consistent with common sense.

Moreover, judging from the status of the museum last time, this person is definitely not an ordinary person!

Frowning at the man with curved eyebrows in front of him, Conan became alert.

"Why do I feel like you look familiar?" Looking at the blonde and black-skinned man in front of him, Kogoro Mouri scratched his head, feeling that he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it very much.

"It's Mr. Maori, I'm Toru Amuro, I've seen it before."

"Too Amuro!" Kogoro Mouri slapped his head and finally remembered where he had seen him. "Aren't you a chef at the Guekawa family? Why did you come to Poirot as a waiter?"

After saying that, Kogoro Mouri looked him up and down a few more times, "Not to say, I really can't recognize you when you take off your glasses."

"After all, I have only seen it once, but I didn't expect that Mr. Maori still remembers me. It really makes me flattered!" Facing Mori Kogoro's look, Amuro was not embarrassed at all. His smile was just right, not deliberately or flattering, which made people feel very fond of it.

"Why did Mr. Amuro suddenly come to Poirot? Is the treatment of the Uekawa family not good?" Xiaolan asked what Conan was thinking.

"To be honest, I am also a detective. Being a chef at the Guekawa family is just a temporary stop." Tomo Amuro seemed embarrassed to say that he was also a detective in front of the famous detective. His face was a little red and it seemed difficult to speak out. "To be honest, I have earned more money as a detective than I have earned odd jobs."

"And I rarely receive commissions, and even if I receive it, I still have a task like finding a kitten and a dog. But becoming a famous detective has always been my dream, so I quit my job at the Guekawa family and hope to learn from Mr. Maori."

"That's how..." Kogoro Mouri seemed to see the hardships of the dream-chasing man, and patted his chest with all his clothes, "No problem!"

"Really?!" Amuro's eyes seemed to be emitting light, and the joy in his eyes made Conan wonder if he was thinking too much.

"It's just a little thing to learn from me!" Someone deliberately quit his comfortable job to be a hard-working waiter just to learn reasoning from him. Isn't this spirit worth moving?

"Then Mr. Maori, you want to have a meal. I'll prepare my best sandwich for you!" Amuro Toru called the teacher casually, led them to the empty seat, and handed the menu: "If you want to eat, order it, I'll treat you tonight."

Kogoro Mouri was a little caught off guard by this young man's routine. He just said it casually. Is this called the teacher?

What if he embarrasses his teacher?
Chapter completed!