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Chapter 187 No, I Actually Don't Want To Buy It

The person at the counter looked very familiar. Conan glanced at it and a candidate quickly appeared in his mind.

He leaned to the side and finally caught a glimpse of a small side face - it really was the black cat.

Black Cat's hairstyle changed from a slicked back to naturally hanging straight hair, and he didn't wear a mask or sunglasses on his face, but instead changed to ordinary brown glasses.

Conan touched his chin and couldn't figure out for a moment whether he had found Black Cat's workplace by accident or whether the other party had just sneaked in here temporarily.

But no matter which way... Since he is a store clerk here, maybe Black Cat will have some impression of Mao Lilan's date. After all, Mao Lilan has never mentioned this store, and making an appointment here may be because her date is here.

of frequent visitors.

Normally, Conan felt that he would never dare to bother the black cat with everyday problems in life.

But this time was different. It was related to the color of his head. If he found his "date" a second earlier, he might be able to get rid of that person before Mao Lilan came back.

Thinking of this, Conan quickly ran from his seat to the counter.

Outside the counter, there is a circle of narrow dining tables with corresponding stools placed in front of the tables.

As soon as Conan jumped on the seat, he saw the person behind the counter looking up.

Faced with the unwarm and even disgusting look from the other party, Conan paused and decided to be tactful.

He did not go straight to the topic, but planned to order a few snacks first - after buying something, he is considered a guest, and the guest is God, and the black cat cannot drive him away...

"Um... let's have a cup of Coke." Conan looked at the menu on the table and picked out the most conspicuous signature dessert, "And three cupcakes."

While the cupcakes were still baking, Shiraishi sat still and looked at him from behind the lenses: "I thought you were here to ask me who the girl's date was."

"..." How do you know again...

Conan felt a little embarrassed when his opponent was the first to point him out.

He did not doubt the source of the information - when Mao Lilan answered him "Go to see Kudo Shinichi", the person happened to be standing on the stairs leading to the first floor, separated from Shiraishi's bedroom by only one wall. These words were heard by Shiraishi,

It's also normal.

...But why tell the black cat! Can you exchange some serious things and stop gossiping about your neighbors!

Conan rolled his dead eyes, rubbed his hair haggardly, and said in a broken voice: "If you have any clues, you can tell me..."

After just listening to the conversation between Conan and Mao Lilan, Shiraishi remembered which plot it was about.

——Mao Lilan's "dating" partner is actually her mother, Concubine Eiri. Concubine Eiri moved out of Maori Kogoro's house ten years ago. She occasionally meets Xiaolan, but rarely takes the initiative to contact Maori Kogoro.

Shiraishi was hesitating whether to tell Conan about this or continue to let Conan guess, when the oven behind him rang.

Conan was lucky, as soon as he ordered cupcakes, they were already out of the oven.

After all, he was working part-time, and children's money was also money. Shiraishi stood up, put on insulated gloves, opened the oven door, and just pulled out the tray halfway, his movements froze slightly.

This cake…

Why is it different from the sample picture on the recipe?

It's very soft, but the color seems to have a little flaw, it's actually black with silver in it.

There are still tiny bubbles popping up on the surface, and the whole thing looks like a piece of soft and expanded charcoal, but Shiraishi privately feels that the color is more beautiful than pure charcoal.

After staying in front of the cake for two seconds, Toru Amuro in the distance sensed something was wrong and walked over from the pool in confusion.

He looked down, his eyes slightly straightened: "What are you making... charcoal-grilled steel balls?"

When Conan heard this, he glanced into the oven and twitched the corners of his eyes twice.

He understood that Black Cat's job was definitely not a restaurant employee. After all, this restaurant seemed to be doing a good job, and it was impossible to have an employee like him permanently there.

...So he is here to lurk?

Is there another murder in the store?

"I followed the recipe exactly. The oven must be broken."

Shiraishi took the color album next to him unbelievingly, unfolded it and turned to the page where the cupcakes were. He was about to point out the steps to tell Amuro Tohru that it was not his fault, but when he read the words again, he paused for a moment.

Then I had to make a correction to what I just said: "...I just missed two or three ingredients."

"There are only a few materials in total..." Toru Amuro couldn't help but raised his hand and pressed his forehead. Suddenly he felt that the "taking turns to follow" plan was very ill-advised - if it continued like this, let alone a week or a month, he was worried that he wouldn't be there until today.

After that, Matsuda will be kicked out by the store manager.

Conan lay on the counter, silently organizing his words.

When Toru Amuro stood behind the counter, he looked like a dedicated clerk, so Conan regarded him as the head of the staff here—the kind who could propose the dismissal of intern clerks.

If Black Cat is fired for this, it may hinder his and Shiraishi's rescue operations. In addition, Conan is also worried that the employee leader will be hid under the counter by Black Cat who loses patience because he nags too much...

Conan took a deep breath, suppressed the tone of an innocent child, and smoothed things over: "Haha, it really looks like a blackened steel wire ball that has been straightened and then interlaced and coiled again, as exquisite as a work of art!

"My homework topic this week happens to be 'Eye that Discovers Beauty'. Can you sell all these to me?" He reluctantly took out his pocket money and put it on the counter.

"..." Toru Amuro glanced at Conan with an indescribable look. He still had an impression of Conan. He remembered that the child had a high fever a few days ago. Now it seems... maybe the antipyretic medicine didn't work. He finally

He was probably burned to death.

...Anyway, it would be nice to get rid of this pot of "art" before the store manager notices it.

Toru Amuro quickly dug out a cardboard box, put the strange-smelling, weird-looking, and weird-feeling things into the box and stacked them up. After closing the box tightly, he tied a beautiful buckle with a ribbon, put on a professional smile, and put it

Pass it to Conan.

When Toru Amuro went to clean the tray, Shiraishi poured a glass of Coke with ice and put it in front of Conan.

Conan poked at the dessert box on the table distressedly. He originally planned to use the money to buy mystery novels. However, if he could indirectly save people, it wouldn't be a big loss...

Soon, customers came into the store one after another.

The first one was a beautiful-looking woman. She looked at her watch frequently, as if she was waiting for someone.

Conan paid attention to her for a while, but after the woman lost her temper with the waiter, he excluded her. He felt that Mao Lilan would not make such a friend.

After that, another haggard college student came who was rushing to write his paper; a strong man who walked straight to the bar and sat down at the bar after entering the store and called out the store manager to chat; and a beautiful woman with her hair tied up and wearing a professional suit.

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