Conan's self-cultivation of fake wine

Chapter 346 Helping Others
  After bidding farewell to Huiyuan, Lu Ren drove to the newspaper office.

It was already six o'clock in the evening, and the streets on both sides were filled with mostly migrant workers who had just gotten off work. But these people do not include Dongbao employees. When Lu Ren drove to the newspaper office, the employees inside were still busy and bald. The familiar, depressing atmosphere visible to the naked eye seemed to be twisted into a gray whip, lying in the air, lashing everyone's back, forcing them to keep moving forward.

If nothing else happens, they will still be bald like this until about ten o'clock in the evening. Because Beidao basically gets off work at this time every day.

Well, it’s another good day to hang Kiyoshi Sato from a street lamp.

Lu Ren pushed open the door of the newspaper office and went straight to the second floor, ignoring the tired smiles and compliments squeezed out from the crowd. Before looking for Bei Dao, Lu Ren planned to go to Sato Street Lamp to brush his face.

As usual, he opened the door of Sato's office without knocking.

Compared to the bright lights on the first floor, Sato's room was darker. He didn't turn on the lights. The little old man sat behind his desk, holding a pen and sketching in a notebook. "Help turn on the light and wait for me. There is fruit on the coffee table."

"Ah."

There is a large bowl of washed strawberries on the coffee table. They are pink and tender and look very fresh. Lu Ren sat on the sofa and picked up a thick stack of bound newspapers placed on the coffee table. He was eating strawberries and flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

The newspaper in the Dongbao boss's office is naturally published by Dongbao itself. It's just that Sato Kiyoshi's newspaper is different from ordinary newspapers. The thick stack of newspapers in Lu Ren's hand uses thicker paper, and the font and layout have been adjusted to become unified, and all small advertisements have been removed.

It's more like a big book without a cover than a newspaper. Kiyoshi Sato also drew on this "book" with a red marker.

If every book should have a protagonist, then the protagonist of the book in Lu Ren's hands is undoubtedly the Maori Detective, occupying more than half of the book.

It’s even more eye-catching than big stars like Okino Yoko. It is truly the best in Tokyo and even Japan.

Mao Li can always encounter completely different cases at different times and places in different ways.

Okino Yoko teaches everyone a daily life tip, which is not as good as Mori's daily murder tip.

Flicking through the newspaper in his hand, Lu Ren stopped eating the strawberries and began to concentrate on reading the newspaper.

Although Lu Ren was basically a witness to these cases, and most of them were solved by him. But Lu Ren still finds it interesting to review these cases from a third perspective.

It's really well written. Dongbao is indeed one of the three major newspapers in Tokyo, and its hard power lies here.

When the "book" in Lu Ren's hand was turned to a quarter of the way, Sato Kiyoshi sat over. He pinched two strawberries and threw them into his mouth. He interrupted Lu Ren and continued reading, "How is it? It's well written." Okay. This is a collection of daily newspapers from the past three months. If you like it, you can take it home and read it."

Lu Ren: "Can I not pay it back?"

"I took some notes on this one." Sato Kiyoshi pointed to the red circle on the book, "If you like it, I'll ask the printing department to make a new one for you."

"No." Lu Ren closed the book, "It's better not to increase their workload. I'll read this book next time I come over."

"Okay. You are welcome at any time." Sato Qing smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits, and the wrinkles on his face became too numerous to see. "Why do you want to come to my place today? Do you have a new manuscript?"

"There is no manuscript, don't think about it. Didn't I just submit one to you two days ago. I made an appointment with Bei Dao to have dinner together tonight, and I came to pick her up. I stopped by to see you."

"Ok."

"It's almost time. It's time for me to go." Lu Ren stood up and picked up the big bowl of strawberries on the table. "Your strawberries are pretty good. I'll take them with you."

"I don't have a bag here either."

"It's okay, I'll take the pot with me."

"Okay, can I open the door for you?"

The strawberry pot is a large stainless steel pot, and the strawberries in the pot weigh about ten kilograms. Sato Kiyoshi will definitely not be able to finish these three inches. Wouldn't it be a waste if it goes bad?

In the spirit of helping others, working hard and being simple, Lu Ren decided to share his worries.

"No need." After walking to the door, Lu Ren held the edge of the basin with his left hand and opened the door with his right hand, his movements relaxed and carefree.

With a bang, the door was closed from the outside. Sato Kiyoshi put away his smile, straightened his face again, and slowly walked to the window. He looked at the lights in the distance and took out a Marlboro from his pocket.

Compared to the first floor, where people come and go, there are obviously far fewer people on the second floor. It's normal to think that the only people who can work on the second floor are small leaders and their lackeys.

Just like now, after seeing his former master, the loser Atsushi Mori enthusiastically ran to help and took the strawberry from Lu Ren's hand.

Helping him all the way to the door of Bei Dao's office, Sentoshi left in awe. Lu Ren pushed the door open with strawberries in hand.

At this time, Bei Dao was still sitting behind her desk. She raised her head and glanced at the visitor, then quickly lowered her head, "Brother Ren, wait for me a moment. I'll finish the manuscript at hand first. It'll be done soon."

"It's okay. No rush."

Compared with Kiyoshi Sato’s office, Kitajima’s office is relatively smaller. There is a sofa, but it is a small single sofa, and there is no coffee table.

Lu Ren looked around and placed the strawberries on another single sofa.

Five minutes later, Bei Dao walked up to Lu Ren.

"Finished?"

"Well, the rest can be left to Sentoshi."

"Okay." Lu Ren pointed to the strawberry placed on another sofa, "This strawberry is good, sour and sweet, you can take it and eat it." Bei Dao frowned, "This seems to be the strawberry in the president's office. "

"Yes, I ate okay, so I took them all away. Do you have a plastic bag here? It's not convenient to get a basin."

"I don't have one here, there should be one in the lounge."

"Then go."

……

In the end, the large pot of strawberries donated by Kiyoshi Sato was roughly divided into two bags by Lu Ren. Bei Dao chose the relatively small bag because it was too much for her to eat by herself.

Then, Lu Ren drove to the Japanese restaurant Bei Dao mentioned.

This Japanese food shop is called "Shiraishi Japanese Food". It is located in a relatively remote part of Tokyo, hidden in an alley. You have to go around for another five or six minutes to get off the bus.

Because it is hidden deep enough, even though it is a new store, there are not many diners in the store. Just like the Hakata Tenryuya they used to go to, Kitajima seems to be very good at finding food in unpopular restaurants.

Bei Dao took the initiative to go up and communicate with the clerk, and then asked the waiter to take them into the reserved private room.

Then she started ordering. Very little sushi, lots of hot dishes, soups, stews and grilled meats.

Then Bei Dao handed the menu to Lu Ren, "Brother Ren, look at what else you want to order."

"Why don't we order sashimi?"

Bei Dao replied: "My stomach is not very good and I can't eat cold food."

"Then I won't order it. I happen to not like this stuff either. Let's have something warm."

"Ah."

The food in this Japanese restaurant was served very quickly, and the two of them chatted about recent interesting things while eating.

When it comes to meals, Lu Ren generally adheres to the principle of eating without saying anything, and treats the food in front of him with a pious heart. If you have anything to do, let’s talk about it after eating.

But principles are always flexible.

Bei Dao is usually too busy, and he and Bei Dao spend too little time together. Rather than focusing on eating, Lu Ren would rather spend the past two hours chatting with Bei Dao.

The two sat facing each other, and Lu Ren talked about the strange cases he had encountered. Bei Dao listened with a smile and added a few words from time to time. Most of the time, she was adding rice and soup to Lu Ren.

"Brother Ren, are you going camping tomorrow?"

"It's possible that we won't be able to go. Xiao Ai told me that it's likely to rain tomorrow."

Kitajima nodded, "If it rains, there's really nothing we can do about it. By the way, Brother Ren, do you have any friends living in Tokyo 4-chome?"

Lu Ren quickly ran through his network in his mind and affirmed: "No. Xiao Aimaoli and the others are all in the Fifth Chome. What's wrong?"

"There was an arson attack recently."

"Arson?"

Kitajima explained: "Yes. The prisoner set fire to No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 in succession. It should be No. 4's turn next."

Lu Ren couldn't help but fell into deep thought. He always felt that this case was a bit familiar.

Then, his cell phone rang. Lu Ren took out his phone and looked at it, and found that it was Hattori calling.

Lu Ren answered the phone, and the familiar Osaka accent rang in his ears, "It's going to rain tomorrow, so don't go camping. Let's go catch the arsonist together! Me"

Memories came back like a flood. Before Hattori could finish speaking, Lu Ren hung up the phone and reached out to rub his eyebrows.

"Brother Ren, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay. I just feel like I was a little too optimistic before. I should have thought of it earlier."

When the gods of death from east and west gather together, how can they not kill people?

Lu Ren put away his phone and smiled at Bei Dao, "Are you interested in this arson case?"

"Yes." Bei Dao answered truthfully, "Such serial crimes are rare. Most residents are curious about who the murderer is and where he will set fire next."

"Okay. I understand. I'll give you big news tomorrow."

"About the arson case?"

"Yeah. You might have to work overtime then."

"It's okay. I'm used to it."

(End of this chapter)