Conan's Refusal to Confess

It was Noriko Amamiya who bought him a bill. After all, he also found a violinist and tool man to play, and bought himself a large bunch of roses.

It would be so embarrassing to run away without buying the order. By the way, I have received all your wishes, but don’t be rejected and go back and get more and more angry, and then you want to turn into a murderer or something.

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After Noriko Amamiya refused to run away, she went shopping with the bouquet of roses.

Most people don't accept the flowers after rejecting them, but she was begged by Shotaro Mukai, if she refused, at least accept the flowers.

Noriko Amamiya thought about it. Indeed, if you come with a large bouquet of roses, and go with a large bouquet of roses, then it is not rejected.

Maybe this rose was thrown into the trash can halfway, so as not to be considered a shameful confession failure, what a waste.

She was fine with a big bunch of roses anyway.

Others would only think that she was confessed when they saw it.

That's why Noriko Amamiya kindly accepted it, and went back to plant it with those potted plants in the gardening club. Maybe she could grow a bunch of roses in her yard.

the other side.

Belmode had nothing to do and was sitting idle in a cake shop in the mall.

It's not like she has nothing to do, at least the laptop on the desktop in front of her is still browsing an intelligence website, so it can't be said that she is fishing.

She didn't participate in the big incident at the Budokan before, but she also heard some news, and it was aimed at Kiko again, but it was obviously a complete failure.

I mentioned something to her not long before the gin at the scene.

By the way, I temporarily handed over the task of finding Shirley to her.

Gin went to Osaka alone to pursue Kiichiro Numabuchi, and didn't bring any vodka with him. It seemed that he was sent to chase some suspected rat.

Belmode's slender fingers flicked on the touchpad of the notebook, his eyes under the glasses with anti-blue light effect reflected the ever-changing fluorescence of the screen, and his brain quickly screened useful information for purchase transactions.

She basically has all the information channels within the organization, but it is obviously useless for the whereabouts of Shirley who has defected from the organization, otherwise it would not have been so long.

She can only start from external channels to see if she can get any useful clues.

It is impossible to directly release the reward task for finding Miyano Shiho, and her news cannot be casually disclosed to outsiders.

This resulted in a huge workload for her, and it took her a long time to read the news that she didn't know if it would be useful. This was her extremely efficient operation.

"Miss, your Mango Melaleuca."

The slender waiter with a straight back bent slightly and put a stack of very delicious-looking mango millefeuilles on her table.

"Thank you."

Belmode nodded politely, and then looked at the other party looking at his screen, "What do you think of Bourbon?"

Toru Amuro couldn't help smiling, "I don't know that Shirley very well, and I don't know her whereabouts."

Belmode raised his eyes and glanced at the slightly squinted Bourbon, who looked harmless to humans and animals. "I mean, seeing my workload, don't you have any ideas?"

Toru Amuro pondered for a moment, "I'll treat you to a cup of coffee today."

Belmode's spoon was unceremoniously inserted into the mango layer, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Toru Amuro nodded and continued to perform his duties as a waiter.

Back behind the counter, he stood straight and waited for the customer to serve himself, but he looked down at the time, and looked up at the door of the cake shop with a little doubt.

His goal is that he should arrive at the store at this time every day.

After waiting for a while, he gave her the cup of coffee from Belmode. Finally, Toru Amuro saw his target and came to the coffee shop. He went to serve her with a smile on his face.

A fat middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with a slightly bald head, came in and sat down in a seat he was used to, ordered some desserts he usually likes, and then complained to the waiter who was already acquainted, "The days are getting worse these days." It's getting harder and sooner or later I won't be able to eat my favorite desserts."

"How come, Mr. Fujino, you are an elite."

Toru Amuro smiled while remembering what he ordered.

Fujino shook his head, "It's difficult. The group of Americans started to shut up about their affairs before. Another diplomat I know was arrested yesterday. It's difficult to do business."

"Aiming at the United States?"

"Almost, what do you think if we Japanese went to the United States to carry out a terrorist attack?"

Toru Amuro thought about it, his own Japan would not go to the United States to carry out any terrorist attacks, unless the United States caused trouble first.

At the Budokan, he really wanted to teach those Americans who dared to come to Japan to do anything wrong.

After thinking for a while, he casually asked Fujino if there were any strange Americans in Tokyo. They were newcomers recently. Fujino thought about it, but he didn't have much impression. He was going to change direction. The business in the United States was not very good. Done.

Toru Amuro nodded and went to prepare his dessert.

When he turned around, he was caught by someone, and he did some illegal business with the United States, helping to cover some Americans with lesser identities who came to harm Japan.

Since it's useless, grab it.

Toru Amuro mainly wanted to know the news about the FBI.

After serving Fujino's last dessert, Toru Amuro saw Belmode waving to him.

"what happened?"