Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

In a high-end Western restaurant, Koichi Kawai sat at a table near the emergency passage and pulled his collar down a little uncomfortably.

The waiter brought two menus with a polite smile. He flipped through them casually, and his eyebrows jumped when he saw the numbers on them, but he still maintained a calm face.

He raised his eyes to look at the man sitting opposite him.

The man had the tanned skin that is common among foreigners. He was wearing an ordinary black windbreaker from a street clothing store. There was no decoration on his hands, and his long hair was casually tied into a bun, draped diagonally over his shoulders and across his chest.

He carried a briefcase next to him, with a few restaurant flyers stuffed in the outer pocket. The zipper was not zipped up, so a corner was exposed, which was the name of this restaurant.

The man named Aoyagi Akimitsu had just saved him at the intersection. To express his gratitude, Kawai Koichi invited him to dinner at the best Western restaurant in 10-chome.

The savior also started to look through the menu. As he flipped through the menu, his brows slightly frowned and a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

Kawai Takashi knew what the other party was thinking at a glance: he was concerned about the price.

In the past, when he took his company employees to dinner, he particularly liked to take them to the best places. He liked to see the embarrassment of these country bumpkins who suddenly "climbed up" and the grateful expressions on their faces when he said he would cover all the expenses.

He felt a sense of superiority, and his fingers inadvertently stroked the famous watch on his wrist.

This watch is a bit old, it was purchased several years ago.

"Mr. Qingliu, just order whatever you want. Don't be polite with me. This is a thank you gift for saving me just now." He pretended to be calm.

Aoyagi Binkou smiled at him.

After looking for a long time, Aoyagi Binguang finally ordered only a mid-priced set meal. He didn't even look at the expensive foreign liquor and just ordered ordinary mineral water.

"I hate wine," he said sheepishly.

Kawai Koichi also smiled, and in order to show his dominance, he chose a more expensive set meal and ordered an expensive glass of wine.

The waiter took away the menus and the drinks for both of them came quickly.

One is ordinary mineral water, the other is a gem-colored, pure and rich wine, their statuses are very different.

Koichi Kawai raised his glass of wine and clinked it gently with Aoyagi Akimitsu.

"Thank you for saving me just now." He thanked again.

"It's just a matter of effort."

Aoyagi Binkou took a sip of mineral water with a friendly smile on his face, but after putting down the glass, he returned to his previous slightly worried expression.

"Are you sure you don't want to call the police?" he asked worriedly, "You suddenly fell from the crowd just now. Someone might have pushed you on purpose. This is suspected of intentional homicide."

The smile on Kawai Koichi's face faded.

He put down the wine glass heavily and wanted to get angry, but when he thought of his lifesaver, he had to suppress his anger: "...No need, maybe the person behind me was in a hurry and bumped into me accidentally."

He, or rather his family, did not like to call the police. When he was a child, he was kidnapped. His father chose to pay the ransom and asked his friends to find some underworld people for help. In the end, he was rescued safely. He never chose to call the police.

Although he and his father are now at odds, this habit is still ingrained in him.

Thinking of his father, Koichi Kawai naturally recalled the reason why he came here today, and his mood became even worse.

He raised his glass and took another sip, trying to calm his inner anger. His eyes fell on Aoyagi Bingguang opposite him again, and suddenly his heart moved.

In fact, this was not the first time he had seen Aoyagi Akimitsu. He had seen him in the hospital yesterday. When he had just arrived on the fourth floor, he was communicating with two bodyguards at the door of a ward, and he heard their conversation.

When Kawai Koichi was sixteen years old, he was sent to study in the United States by his father. He had no problem listening to English. At that time, he heard about Aoyagi Akimitsu's identity.

Since he was of that status, he just happened to have something he wanted to ask the other party.

Kawai Koichi put down the cup and tentatively asked, "Mr. Aoyagi, do you remember that we met in the hospital yesterday?"

Qing Liu Bingguang may have felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward. Seeing that he had brought up a new topic, he immediately responded actively, "I felt that you looked familiar just now. Are you really the visitor at the door of ward 403 yesterday?"

Kawai Takashi nodded: "It's me. In fact, I saw you at that time. You were communicating with the two foreign bodyguards and took out your ID..."

He paused and looked at Aoyagi Binkou's simple and cheap outfit again, feeling that the filter brought by some classic film and television dramas was crumbling.

"You're an FBI agent, right?"

Qing Liu Bingguang was stunned for a moment, then he showed a helpless bitter smile: "Yes, because the two bodyguards did not want anyone to visit, I had to prove my identity first and show that I had no ill intentions."

"Of course, I know it's not a good idea to show my ID in other countries at will, making the FBI look like the world police who wants to get involved everywhere, but there was really no other way at the time..."

This is not what Koichi Kawai is concerned about.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes also shining, staring straight into those light brown eyes.

That light color looks like gray under the lights in the restaurant. Such a soft color can make people let down their guard unconsciously.

"Since you are an FBI agent, you should investigate cases frequently. You are responsible for major cases that ordinary police officers cannot handle..."

"…Have you ever come across the 'perfect crime'?"

……

In the Beika Central Hospital, Miwa Kazuya returned to the ward with takeaway food.

He touched the completely cold hamburger through the plastic bag and sighed helplessly. He put the bag on the bedside table and walked to the window to close it.

The rain outside is getting heavier. (End of this chapter)