Furukawa Kumisa walked towards the door, where Conan and Amuro Toru had been waiting for her.

Conan looked at Furukawa Kumisa and said, "Officer Furukawa, how did you know the menu ordered by Kushi Police Department the day before?"

Furukawa Kumisa imitated Amuro Toru's leisurely look and drank some black tea, then gave Conan a faint smile:

"This is not the menu from the previous day at the Kushi Police Department."

"You mean..."

"That's right, this is the dessert menu ordered from the Investigation Section 2 on the day that Police Officer Kyuji died."

When Conan heard this clue, his eyes flashed slightly behind his lenses, as if he had realized something.

Furukawa Kumisa stopped at that - after all, her current idea is just a guess. If she wants to support her reasoning, she needs more evidence.

But the most important thing for her now is not this.

"Okay, it's getting late. If Conan doesn't go back, Mr. Mori will be worried? Don't you still want to bring him some snacks?"

Conan looked at Toru Amuro, who seemed to be just an ordinary NPC passing by, and then at Kumisa Furukawa, who had forcefully issued an eviction order. He probably knew that he would not get any more information from them, so he could only pick up his schoolbag and leave.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to go to the counter and pack a large portion of donuts, and acted out the show until the last second.

Furukawa Kumisa: ...He is indeed the son of the famous actress Kudo Yukiko.

Furukawa Kumisa looked at Edogawa Conan's retreating back, thought for a moment, and asked Toru Amuro next to him:

"Are you familiar with Amuro-kun and this child?"

The strings in Toru Amuro's mind instantly tightened, and he began to think about the deeper meaning of Furukawa Kumisa's question.

It was the organization's public information that he started to investigate Shirley's whereabouts from Moori Kogoro. The organization's focus on Moori Detective Agency has always been only on Moori Kogoro. Now Natafe suddenly asked about Edogawa Conan.

Topic, could it be that you noticed this child's wit beyond his years?

If you have noticed this child, then Shuichi Akai behind this child...

Amuro Toru's thoughts flashed and she slowly said "Ah": "Conan-kun often comes to Poirot Cafe to play. He is a very lively and cute child."

Furukawa Kumisa, who was unaware of Toru Amuro's thoughts, heard the words and looked at the warm smile on Toru Amuro's face:...Good guy, you are really a boy mother.

"Amuro-kun, if you can in the future, please stay away from this child."

Toru Amuro almost tensed up: "Furukawa-san said that...is there any reason?"

Because this child is the incarnation of the God of Death, she will die wherever she goes... Today's murder in the dessert shop has taught her a lesson.

Moreover, due to the complicated psychology of his predecessor (the target of the attack), Furukawa Kumisa subconsciously wanted to stay away from Kudo Shinichi.

Considering that Bourbon is his partner, there will definitely be many opportunities for cooperation in the future. If Bourbon keeps hanging out with Conan, he will inevitably see Conan all the time.

——But of course these cannot be said.

"Children have the sharpest hearts. Amuro-kun has to be wary of Mouri Kogoro, but you must also be careful not to let this child see anything."

——You, Black, hang around next to the protagonist every day. When the time comes, you can just lose your knight. Don’t make me lose my knight too!

Toru Amuro's heart tightened: This guy has just met Edogawa Conan twice, but he has already noticed something is wrong with this child?

"Furukawa-san is really worried, he is just a child. But I will still consider Furukawa-san's suggestion."

——This Natafi must not be kept.

If Toru Amuro's previous decision was only aimed at "organization member" Natafi, then four hours later, the decision to "eliminate Natafi" was directly aimed at this person.

Toru Amuro looked in the rearview mirror at the enchanting woman who was holding a mirror and applying red lips, and felt a small anger symbol rising on her forehead.

Furukawa Kumisa, who was sitting on the extended car seat, naturally didn't care about the bourbon-eating look in front of her. She was struggling.

——Which one is better, bean paste red, or is red better matched with this skirt?

The red low-cut dress studded with diamonds wrapped around her curvy body, lighting up her voluptuous curves.

The extremely flamboyant red contrasts with the fair skin. The red one is more gorgeous and the white one is more translucent, just like the gelatin set off by the delicate petals.

The ink-like night pours down, and the red and white colors add a bit of mystery unique to the dark night.

He knew that Natafi was beautiful from the first meeting, but the Natafi he saw for the first time was dignified and quiet, just like a doll displayed in a window, delicate and beautiful, but lifeless.

But the woman sitting in the back seat now - if I must say it, is like a delicate porcelain doll endowed with sparkling vitality, stepping down the red carpet step by step on stilettos and walking into the world.

The charm of women comes from mystery - just as Bermod has always emphasized, Toru Amuro also believed in this before.

But Furukawa Kumisa is different.

If I must describe her beauty... like flowers growing on thorns, blood dripping from a cold blade, sharp and flamboyant, enchanting and beautiful.

She deserves to wear a dazzling crown, hold noble authority, stand on a high platform and look down on all living beings.

——If this "being" was not him at the moment, he would still be willing to appreciate this beauty.

"Shibata, open the roof of the car, I'm getting hot."

"Yes, Miss."

"Shibata, I'm cold, give me a coat."

"Yes, Miss."

"Shibata, the red date tea is too hot. Get two pieces of ice from the car refrigerator."

"Yes, Miss."

"Shibata, I want to drink hot red date tea, but I'm cold."

"Yes, Miss."

"Shibata, I..."

"Yes, Miss."

"I haven't said anything yet."

"..."

Toru Amuro - perhaps he should be called Butler Shibata at this moment - veins popped out on his forehead, and the muscles and bones of his hands holding the steering wheel were exposed, almost crushing the high-end leather covering.

"If I don't let you concentrate on driving, we won't be able to get to the Aipado Hotel before the banquet starts, my dear sister!"

There was a rare hint of grit in his always gentle and humble voice.

The goblin-like woman in the back seat didn't seem to hear the murderous intention in his voice. She just waved her hand indifferently to indicate that she heard it.

Then he covered his lips and yawned, opened his watery eyes, and moved closer to the driver's seat.

She opened and closed her red lips and asked the "butler" questions with great interest:

"Shibata, does this lip color look good?"

"...Yes, Miss."

The voluptuous and sharp beauty leaned back in the back seat and stopped tossing the butler.

Beneath the cold and impenetrable exterior is a goose-like laughter inside:

"Hahahahahaha System, look at him, look at him! I think Bourbon is going to kill someone hahahahaha!!"

"Be more confident, host, and leave out the word 'seems'."

"Hahahahahahaha, is this the pleasure of torturing the boss of the black organization? How can it be so exciting!!!"

"...Host, I think you can change your name."

"Change it to?"

"Dugu begs for death."

"Hahahahahaha, okay, Bourbon doesn't dare to do anything to me yet. He can even endure a woman like Bellmode, and I'm just a small case. He's such a dedicated winery boss, and I can't stand him.

The second mistake was not exposed, so he had no reason to attack me."

"Host, I really want to know what happened in the short two days from "you have to copy a copy of the mission report to avoid being judged" to "pretending to be a young lady to madly instruct your boss."

"A decision of mine happened."

"What decision did you make?"

"I decided to use the pit wave to gain Jiang Gu Ling's favor!"

"...What is the relationship between the two?"

If it weren't for the keen Bourbon sitting in the front seat now, Furukawa Kumisa would have shaken his head at his own system, showing an unteachable expression.

"System, you haven't forgotten that our ultimate goal is to gain Jiang Gu Ling's favor, right?"

System:... I was actually complained by such a host that I forgot about the target to conquer???

"Now that Rei Fangtani and I can't communicate through any means other than online chatting, what do you think is a more reliable way to gain his favor? Should I chat with him through text messages every day?"

"Then I think you will be fired from the police tomorrow."

"So, now there is only one way for us to improve Jiang Gu Ling's favor - to help the police."

"...For example, getting information about Tetsuya Ehara this time?"
To be continued...