When a murder occurred, the few people naturally had no leisure to continue to eat. The Maori family was hungry and got into the Hankawa Shun's car, and they felt that everything was not going well.

At least, Shunkawa took a few bites, but Maori's family ate nothing.

"So hungry!" Conan felt his stomach clamoring.

"I'll go back and cook for you. It won't take long to make it." Xiaolan was in a very good mood, and the murder case did not affect her mood too much.

"Xiaolan, what is your bag in it!" Maori Kogoro looked at the bag on Xiaolan's legs in the rearview mirror, feeling a little unhappy.

"This is the sweater that Mr. Zhimei lent me. I have been looking at the patterns on his sweater for a long time, but I still can't understand how he knitted it, so I borrowed it." She was extremely happy when she thought of Shinichi put on the sweater she knitted herself.

"You don't want to knit a sweater for that mystery boy, are you?" Kogoro Mouri felt even more unhappy. After raising Dacai for so many years, his mind was full of that bastard boy.

"Dad!" Xiaolan was a little embarrassed and angry when she was called.

Looking at Conan who was smirking in the rearview mirror, Guekawa rolled his eyes instantly. He didn't know who the person who had been so sad all night was.

"That moment, we will go upstairs first, please be careful."

"Um."

He sent a few people home, and Shangchuan instantly turned his head and drove to his own house.

It was only eight o'clock, and the city on a rainy night brought a quiet atmosphere. The drizzle hit the windshield and was then cleaned by the wiper. This cycle continued until the drizzle gradually stopped.

When Gunkawa Shin saw a man wearing a black knitted hat standing by the side of the road. When he saw the car coming, he waved his hand and signaled the car to stop.

Kurakawa narrowed his eyes slightly and rolled down the window, "Sir, is there anything wrong?"

"It was raining just now, and I couldn't get a taxi. I don't know if I could take me a long way, so I'll pay."

Hideichi Akai was wearing a black windbreaker, and his trousers were splashed by rain. The umbrella in his hand kept flowing with water, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

"Can."

Shangchuan Shun didn't think this guy was really waiting for the car here. If he remembered correctly, this guy, like Gin, had an exclusive driver. He couldn't get a taxi when it rained, so just call the driver to come and pick it up?

Agent FBI also needs to take a taxi, so it will lose its temper.

I guess I found out that Amuro Tomo was at his house and wanted to get something out of him.

Hideichi Akai got into the passenger seat, put the umbrella aside and dripped water, and fastened his seat belt.

Shangchuan didn't show any abnormality, just like treating an ordinary passerby.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the Koto Hotel."

In the car, Hideichi Akai spoke casually and chatted with Mikawa.

"Depending on your age, you should still be in school. Have you obtained your driver's license so early?"

"It's okay, it's not difficult to get a driver's license."

"It's not difficult," Akai Hideichi chuckled, "Are you high school or college?"

"you guess."

If you come here deliberately to wait for him, you will be a ghost if you don’t know his basic situation.

"It should be college. I feel that high school time is quite tight, and it's even more if it's the third year of high school."

"No, I'm what you mean by the senior year." His senior year is quite interesting. From time to time, he encountered some murder cases with Kogoro Mouri, and occasionally played the role of the monster Kidd, and spent the time studying during the daytime class.

"Oh? It's really surprising." Akai Hideichi's voice was low and magnetic. His slightly surprised look was very satisfying.

"Do you live nearby?"

"No, I live in Jianggutian."

"Come here so late?" Akai Hideichi looked a little curious.

"Is it late? It's only eight o'clock."

While driving, Kurakawa Shun chatted with him. He seemed to be just chatting and asking some unrelated questions casually, which made people unable to guess what he was going to be.

"Sir, you are a mixed race."

"Well, my mother is British, and I just returned to Japan some time ago. I'm not very familiar with this place."

"What job do you do, sir?"

“No job yet.”

"I think if you look like a star, you will definitely be very popular. Maybe you will become a hit."

"I'm not interested in this."

"Oh, I have someone in my family who is similar to you." Mitsukawa said unintentionally, "I can make a living by looking, but I just have to rely on my talent."

"Oh? Is he good-looking?" Akai Hideichi became a little interested. He was thinking about how to bring the topic to Tomo Amuro, but he didn't expect the young man to take the initiative to raise it.

"He looks much better than the popular stars now, but his skin is darker. However, many young girls are also very good at this one. If he is willing to debut, he will be even more popular than Yoko Okino now."

Mitsukawa teased Anmuro Tomo without hesitation. Anyway, these words could not be reached into Anmuro Tomo's ears. Even if Anmuro Tomo knew about it, he would just smile.

"Well, then what does he do?"

"He is a chef in my house." Gunkawa suddenly turned the steering wheel smoothly, turned a corner, and kept saying: "I always feel that he is too incompetent to be a chef."

When talking about Tomori Amuro, Hideichi Akai obviously focused more.

Seeing this, Mitsukawa continued to talk about something that was easy to know but not important, and tested Akai Hideichi's purpose.

"But that guy always disappears. He is obviously a chef, but he looks busier than my parents."

"Maybe he has other jobs." Akai Hideichi continued lightly, and Bi Dun felt that he was talking to himself.

Mitsukawa thought he had something to say, but he knew that Toru Amuro had multiple jobs. After all, he was a man known as the working emperor.

"Probably so."

The car turned around and drove to Kuratocho. The journey of the road directly home was lengthened, and Guekawa suddenly felt very hungry. The two of them talked about the lack of nutrition and tried to analyze some information from each other's words.

The feeling of hunger interrupted the heart of Kazukawa Shun's desire to continue testing. He stepped on the accelerator and accelerated the journey.

"Sir, here."

"OK, thanks."

Looking at the black car in front of him, Hideichi Akai narrowed his eyes and looked like an ordinary boy, nothing unusual.

But why did Bourbon stay at his house?

He walked into the hotel with some annoyance. The guy didn't know what medicine he had taken recently, but he actually involved the last sniper case with him, and various operations made him extremely irritable.

The big black pot that flew for no reason caught him off guard.

Some of the arrangements originally made were not enough because of the intervention of the Japanese police.

He pinched his eyebrows, who did the sniper case?
Chapter completed!