Conan: This repairman is not very knowledgeable

"welcome!"

A Zi, wearing an apron, greeted the guest who just walked in.

"Hello, I noticed that you seem to be hiring here." The blond and dark-skinned young man in front of me pointed at the advertisement outside and asked with a smile.

As he spoke, his eyes turned to Paul in the kitchen.

"That's right, our store manager should be here soon, please wait a moment." A Zi nodded and took him to an empty seat nearby.

Sure enough, if you are determined to recruit people, you will soon find applicants.

I just don’t know how good my skills are, and whether I can convince the store manager…

"Are you a pastry chef?" Uncle Maori glanced at the other person, but didn't care. He picked up his notebook and started reading.

Today is really busy.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, I had to go to a nearby small steel ball shop to investigate the condition of their machines.

It is not until the evening that I go to attend a neighborhood gathering and then play mahjong in the evening!

"Your schedule is full."

Uncle Maori did not hide his words from anyone. He read as he watched. A Zi could hear everything clearly as he walked by.

"After all, I'm a famous detective, and many people come to me every day." Uncle Maori laughed and took a sip of coffee.

"Speaking of which, I have something else that I'd like to ask you and the store manager for help." A Zi brought a drink to the applicant, and then stood next to Uncle Maori and said.

"No problem, just give me the commission fee!" Lin Feng pushed the door open and just heard the second half of the sentence.

"This is our store manager." A Zi had no intention of paying the commission fee, but it was not easy to say anything in front of the newcomer, so he immediately introduced him to the applicant.

"Hello, my name is Toru Amuro..." The working emperor made a simple self-introduction.

You know what, this guy knows a lot of things, especially in cooking and baking.

"Toru Amuro, you can stay and try. There are all kinds of ingredients in the kitchen." Lin Feng nodded and said with a smile.

Never mind, let’s eat first.

"Hey, you let him stay without even asking him clearly or checking his ID?" Uncle Maori felt that Lin Feng was a little too lax.

What if the other party is a bad guy? He might poison you or something like that, which would be more troublesome than Mars hitting the Earth.

"Don't we usually try the food first?" Lin Feng asked back.

I only ate a little from morning to noon.

"Forget it, Miss A Zi, you just said you had something to ask us?" Uncle Maori didn't want to talk to this foodie anymore, so he turned to look at A Zi.

"It's about the email." A Zi took out his phone.

The sender of the email was a five-year-old boy named Nagabe Mitsuru.

It probably started about two or three months ago.

The child always comes with his father and is considered a regular customer of the store.

"I seem to have some impression." Lin Feng said after recalling.

It is said that the child's mother went back to her parents' home and never came back.

"Well, he often uses his father's phone to send me emails, saying things like, I ate all the cucumbers, or I took a shower by myself."

"What he shared with me were just some trivial things in daily life." A Zi nodded and said.

"Then why don't you talk to his father and ask him to stop the child from sending those emails."

Uncle Maori didn't take it seriously, thinking that it was just a child's email that annoyed the other party.

"No, I'm not bothered by what he did, it's just that he sent me four more emails today, and I felt like something was really wrong." A Zi put the phone on the table and opened the first message.

"Big sister, how are you? I went out with my dad today, and he bought me a chair and a hat. I saw everyone was wearing them, so I might as well wear one."

Conan read it out in a child's tone.

Nothing felt unusual.

The second message follows.

"I was sweating and felt sticky and uncomfortable, so I took off my shoes. I was so hungry. I could see the restaurant sign and wanted to eat the hamburger steak at the big sister's store."

I don’t know if this kid is exercising or what.

The third one: "Although the uncle with black glasses and the aunt in blue clothes are looking at me, I won't be afraid and I will definitely not cry."

This one already looks a bit scary.

Question 4: "Will I also be caught in the net and die like the fish?"

“Dead?!”

Uncle Maori finally came to his senses and carefully confirmed the information on the phone.

At the same time, Toru Amuro, who was busy in the kitchen, paused slightly and looked up at the few people.

"..."

Paul stood aside with his arms folded, staring at the newcomer.

It is true that his cooking techniques are very skilled, but judging from the way he walks, does this person seem to have any basic skills?
And that look just now...

This professional boxing enthusiast saw something fishy about Touzi.

"Have you sent an email to ask him?" Lin Feng asked.

"Well, I sent him many emails, asking him where he was and what he was doing, but the kid didn't respond to any of these questions at all." A Zi nodded and said.

"I wonder if he just doesn't know how to open incoming emails."

Seeing that everyone looked serious, A Zi sent out another email.

"That kid can send emails, but doesn't know how to receive them?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

"Yes, I remember his father saying that he usually relays emails. I don't think he has ever taught his child to read emails."

Actually, this makes sense. Adults still need to screen the emails they receive to see if they are suitable for children.

"That means the child's father is probably not with the child now, so he didn't reply to your letter." Conan frowned.

"It looks like a fish that was caught in a net and died. The child must have gone fishing." Lin Feng said, resting his chin on his hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, although he mentioned the fish caught in the net, but when the fisherman is casting the net to catch fish, he will not allow anyone to fish nearby!"

Uncle Maori shook his head, feeling that it was unlikely, as his disciple could sometimes be confused.

"Really? From the content of the first and second emails, it does sound like they are in a fishing ground."

As they were talking, a sandwich was placed on the table. It was the test paper submitted by Toru Amuro.

"Ok?"

Uncle Maori's eyes seemed to be asking, who are you?

"Everyone was wearing hats. The father and son even bought chairs. They were sweaty and sticky. They took off their shoes because they were near the water and were wearing rain boots."

"Right, manager?" asked Toru Amuro with a smile.

"It's delicious..." (End of this chapter)