He took out a banknote from his wallet and handed it to the waiter in front of him.

He raised his head slightly again and glanced at Mao Lilan over there, who was sitting there alone.

It should be coming soon.

"Okay, it's time for me to work."

Kousei picked up his backpack again, took out his computer, and placed it on the countertop in front of him.

"Brother, what do you want to eat?"

An uncle who was about forty years old came over and was already taking out a piece of sushi.

Hold the rice with your hands, put the salmon with thin wings and some sauce on it, and finally wrap it into a whole.

A small bamboo plate and three pieces of sushi are placed in front of you.

The left hand opened the computer, and the right hand picked up the chopsticks next to it, picked up the sushi, and felt it with the tip of the tongue with a hint of warmth.

Integrate it into your mouth, taste it carefully, and feel the slight ripeness of the sashimi and rice grains after contact. The sauce adds a rich texture to the taste, chewing it with your teeth, and combining with the oral fluid to form juice.

Swallow it, put it in your throat...six points.

It's not as delicious as the one you make yourself. That's what Kousei is sure of.

"Shrimp and crab sushi, two of each type of sushi."

Putting down his chopsticks, Kousei continued to fiddle with the computer next to him without commenting on the middle-aged man in front of him.

A little uncomfortable.

The mouse is in Mao Lilan's station, and the wireless network card is also there.

I can only unskillfully use the hand-swipe mouse under the notebook, drag the mouse and click on the WPS file to bring up the folder of the ‘Lavender Mansion Case’.

The time is now four o'clock, start organizing.

New sushi was served again, along with strawberry juice.

I typed on the keyboard as if no one else was around, and after finishing a document summary, I picked up my chopsticks and took a bite of sushi and a sip of strawberry juice.

Get back into work.

One page after another, the evidence presented in court only needs to be presented with the important and critical ones.

However, the documents submitted need to be strict and meticulous, no matter how big or small, everything must be detailed, and the explanation and arrangement should be in table format or at the beginning of a time period as much as possible.

Because these are directly pointed to the reputation of the client.

If there is the slightest ambiguity, if there are unexplained gaps in the timeline, or other circumstances, it will be denied.

In fact, this matter only needs to be submitted by Kousei. At least it does not need to be like now, with all the information and documents converted into submission content that can be directly filed and passed.

Perhaps it has something to do with his personality. Kousei hopes that his first case can be completed by himself.

So choose Organize All.

It was so busy that I didn't know how many batches of guests came in. There was a noisy clinking of glasses nearby, and the drinkers pulled off their ties and stood waving them.

Then he was driven out by a friend who was traveling with him.

Gongsheng leaned back to stretch his cervical spine, stretched it, and looked in the direction of Mao Lilan again.

Still sitting there alone...

I raised my watch with some confusion. It showed that it was already six fifty-five, and it would be seven o'clock in five minutes.

The sky outside has turned completely dark, and Tokyo in February has entered darkness earlier than before.

'Aren't you here yet?'

It's been two hours.

Gongsheng stood up and was about to go to see the situation, but found that the curtain at the door of the store over there was opened, and he quickly sat back down.

Those who walked in were still a few office workers, not Kudo Shinichi.

"Brother, you have looked at that girl over there a dozen times."

There was a voice coming from the uncle next to me.

The other party had been making sushi for two hours and placed a piece of crab roe sushi in front of Kousheng.

"Um, that's my sister. She's waiting for her boyfriend and she asked me to come with her."

I wanted to stand up and go over to take a look, but I was afraid that Mao Lilan would feel embarrassed after passing by.

It's going to be very hard between your childhood sweetheart and your younger brother.

Gongsheng should sit down...

I raised my watch again, it was five minutes past seven.

After thinking about it, Gongsheng picked up the wallet next to him, took out a large denomination note, and handed it to the uncle in front of him.

"Can you get me a sushi platter and send it to the girl over there? She must be hungry."

Forget it, it’s better not to show up.

"Better not tell her I'm here."

Gongsheng placed the banknotes in front of the middle-aged uncle and waited for him to take it.

It seemed a little funny. The uncle looked at the boy in front of him. He looked sixteen years old, but his clothes and demeanor were not ordinary, and he looked more like a professional worker.

While eating sushi and sorting out computer files, most of the time I don't care about how much I ate or the price. I just take out a piece of paper money and the store takes as much money as I want.

The uncle didn't take it, but asked Gongsheng to put the money on the bar, and then picked up a cup from the side to hold the money.

Then he picked up the rice spoon, scooped up the rice in the rice cooker, and skillfully and quickly began to prepare the sushi platter, a plate about the size of his face, and a glass of juice.

"When cooking, I don't touch anything other than ingredients."

After that, he walked out from the wooden fence of the chef's bar, carrying a plate of sushi and a glass of juice towards Maolilan.

...

"Lan, are you still at home now?"

Holding the microphone, Mao Lilan felt slightly hungry, so she leaned forward, giving people a curled-up feeling.

On the other side of the phone, there seemed to be noise and shouting.

The constant calls of ‘Kudo brother’ and various ‘on-site’ nouns appeared.

"Well, I'm still at home."

Cover the phone tightly to prevent the surrounding sounds from falling into the phone.

Waiting, the noise level on the other side caused a hoarse sound to come from the flip phone, which instantly hit Lan's eardrums, making her extremely uncomfortable.

It is similar to the sound that cannot be transmitted by electromagnetism, resulting in machine-like noise, similar to the "scratching" sound of sawing steel bars.

"Hey... Xiaolan, you're still at home... It's okay, it's okay. I just wanted to ask. I can't leave now. The Mumu Police Department took me to a scene."

Still noisy and noisy.

"I won't go there tonight. I will play with you next time, Xiaolan."

As I walked to the side, a middle-aged man came to the side with a tray.

Because the male voice on the other end of the phone spoke in a half-snarled voice, the uncle heard it clearly.

Xiaolan lowered her hands slightly, covering her hungry belly.

"Well, okay, I just had dinner and I know you forgot, Shinichi. Well, next time you will go to the aquarium with me!"

He answered very gently.

It was still noisy on the other side, and the sound started to be intermittent.

"Okay, Xiaolan, I'll go to the aquarium in a few days... That's it for now, I'm hanging up... Memu Police Department, I know who the prisoner is!"

"Dudu————Dudu————!"

This time there was a busy signal and the person on the other end hung up the phone.

Xiaolan raised her head and looked at the glass window next to her. Because the street outside was dark and the room was bright, she could see her face reflected on the glass.

Tired and somewhat unwell.

I don’t know what to do when I go back, it’s my first time here.

Lan has the attribute of being a road warrior, which is exactly the opposite of Kousei who can find the direction at any time.

And, so hungry...

The scent of the surroundings and the laughter of other people are not the reason to stay here.

A little downhearted... Mao Lilan thought to herself.

Looking at the computer next to him, he couldn't help but think that if his brother was still here, he could send him back, at least he wouldn't have to find his way back alone.

In the upper right corner of the flip phone, there is only one bar of battery left, and the time next to it has reached 7:15.
To be continued...