Ke Xue Bartender

Chapter 238 Memories of Irish Coffee

"Ah sneeze——!"

A loud sneeze sounded from the seat at the very edge of the bar.

A gentle male voice came from the bar:

"Hehe, Conan, you have a cold?"

Conan rubbed his nose and said sorry.

This kid is really obsessed with gin. He comes to the store even when he has a cold.

Just when Lin Ye was thinking this——

"Uncle Lin, has anyone wearing all black and looking like a bad guy come to our store recently?"

Conan asked again.

"Haha, how can you conclude that someone is a bad person just based on what he wears?" Lin Ye said with a smile.

"But aren't all the bad guys on TV like this?"

"That's designed so that the audience can tell who the bad guy is at a glance."

Conan was secretly depressed.

It's so difficult to get any information out of this uncle, he always evades his questions like this.

At this time, the bell at the store door rang.

Conan turned around and saw a middle-aged woman entering the store. She was about fifty years old. Judging from the temperament she exuded, her family must be very powerful.

The woman sat down demurely at the bar and ordered an Irish coffee.

Although the name is coffee, it is still alcohol.

While Lin Ye was doing this, Conan saw him add Irish whiskey into the glass.

In addition there is coffee and cream.

While the guy was stirring the drink, he told the woman a love story that was said to be the origin of the drink.

Although to Conan, this story sounds ridiculous.

Most likely this guy made it up to create an atmosphere, just like those stories made up by wine merchants to sell wine.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly rational old lady looked very touched after hearing the story, and her eyes became wet.

Then she picked up the glass, put the straw stuck in the cream in her mouth, and took a sip.

Her eyes suddenly widened, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes disappeared.

Conan has become accustomed to this kind of reaction from guests.

This man's cocktail mixing skills are really amazing, they are almost like magic.

If he hadn't seen the whole process of this man mixing the cocktail with his own eyes, he would really suspect that this man had added hallucinogens or something to the drink.

Then the older woman closed her eyes and seemed to be lost in her memories.

Lin Ye, who was sitting at the bar, smiled and quietly watched these guests.

Conan looked at Lin Ye's face and always felt that the man's current state was very strange, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

But he always felt that the situation before him was not as simple as it seemed, and something must be happening.

Logically speaking, as a detective, he should trust rational judgment and not be influenced by unfounded intuition.

But facing this strange man who could not be judged by common sense, his rationality seemed to be insufficient.

About ten seconds later, tears welled up under the woman's eyes and her lips began to tremble slightly.

See, it’s really strange!

After seeing this scene, Conan became more confident in his intuitive judgment.

What's wrong?
Then the woman opened her eyes, stared at the man at the bar, and said something that made Conan even more confused.

"...Thank you, thank you so much. I almost..."

The man smiled slightly, shook his head and interrupted the woman: "Are you satisfied with this cup of Irish coffee?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied. It's no exaggeration to say that it saved the rest of my life."

Hey, that's too much, auntie.

Conan is inexplicable, it's just a drink, even if it suits your taste, it shouldn't be exaggerated to this extent, right?

How did you save the rest of your life? No matter how hard Conan's detective brain worked, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

At this time, the man said again:
"If you have any troubles, you are welcome to come back anytime."

The woman nodded with tears in her eyes, took out her wallet, paid for the drinks, left a large tip, and left with a satisfied expression.

Conan didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that her back as she left exuded a sense of relief, and the solemn feeling that had lingered around her before completely disappeared.

"Hey, uncle, what did you do to that aunt?"

Conan turned around and asked stupidly.

The man laughed and said, "Haha, what are you talking about, Conan? I just served a carefully made cocktail to the troubled customer."

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Looking at the aunt sitting in the office, Conan blinked as he recalled the past.

How come this lady appeared in my dream?

And you came to the Maori Detective Agency?

As far as he could remember, he had only seen this lady a few times in the Poirot Bar, and she had never appeared in the office.

What's more, he remembered clearly what happened on the day when Hattori came to see him for the first time, so there was no way he could have remembered it wrong.

That day, after he drank the white liquor that Hattori poured for him, his cold did show signs of improvement at first, but soon his body began to heat up as if it was about to explode, and he even thought he was going to die.

His appearance scared Xiaolan, and Hattori, who refused to leave the office, was also frightened and muttered something like "How could this happen?"

When Xiaolan went to call a doctor, he returned to his original form.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the room at that time - Uncle Maori was already drunk on the second floor, and Hattori went with Xiaolan to call a doctor.

When he turned back into Kudo Shinichi, he was very happy at first, thinking that he had finally turned back.

Unfortunately, not long after, his body began to heat up again, and it felt like his bones were melting.

Then, he turned back into Conan.

Fortunately, no one witnessed him growing bigger or smaller.

Although Xiaolan had some doubts, he cleverly used the art of language to confuse them.

Unfortunately, the black detective from the west is not so easy to deal with.

The other party deduced his true identity through clues, and then threatened him with his true identity, demanding a duel with him.

Conan had no choice but to agree, but there were no particularly noteworthy cases in Beihua during that period, so Hattori went back after staying for a few days.

However, before leaving, he and Conan agreed that when a difficult case arose, he would invite Conan to Osaka for a showdown.

"My father works at the Osaka Prefectural Police Headquarters," Hattori Heiji said, "so sooner or later there will be a case worthy of a duel between you and me. Let's look forward to that day."

After Hattori left, the first thing Conan did was to drink.

He ran to Dr. Agasa's house and drank a whole bottle of white wine, trying to return to his original state in this way.

I only took a sip before and it took me that long to return to my original state. If I drink the whole bottle in one go...

Unfortunately, when he woke up the next day, his body had not changed at all except for a strong hangover.

Dr. Agasa analyzed that it was probably because his body had developed immunity, and he could only change back once in this way. After that, no matter how much he drank, it would be useless.

Although he was unwilling, he had no choice but to accept the fact.

Later, when he was staking out at Polo Bar, he asked Lin Ye more about Bai Gan.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but when the man told him about the long history of Baigan liquor, his expression was a little subtle, as if he knew that he had done something stupid.

Later he asked Dr. Agasa about it. Dr. Agasa repeatedly assured him that he had never told Lin Ye about his embarrassing drunkenness, but he was still worried.

The man's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

But without evidence, he could only bury his doubts in his heart.

By the way, when he later made a deal with Shirley, he informed the other party of the information about Baigan Liquor.

But the other party seemed to have known it for a long time. This matter always made him feel very strange. He even suspected that the woman had sent spies to monitor him.

But again, he had no evidence and could only keep his doubts to himself.

Coming back to the present, the woman sitting on the sofa spoke calmly.

"I have an urgent matter for you to investigate, Mr. Maori."

(End of this chapter)