My lover is this organization

"Shiho?"

Under Mingmei's confused gaze, Huibara walked quickly to the sofa.

She first put the plate of sandwiches in her hand on the coffee table, and relying on her petite body, she successfully broke through her sister's defense. Then she took off her slippers, and grabbed Qin Wuque's arm with her bare feet as if climbing a scaffolding. At the same time, she stepped on the soft sofa and pushed herself up, easily stuffing herself into Qin Wuque's arms.

Ignoring the envious look from Mingmei beside her, Huihara Ai patted Qin Wuque's thigh nonchalantly, pointing at the sandwich that she had placed on the edge of the coffee table and was out of reach.

"Stop being in a daze and help me get it. I can't reach it."

"Uh...oh."

Qin Wuque reacted in time, finished the sandwich in his hand in two or three bites, put the empty plate on the coffee table, and then took the plate with Shirley's special sandwich.

However, with his legs crossed while sitting, reaching out to grab something on the coffee table in front of him would inevitably test the flexibility of the ligaments in his waist and legs to a certain extent. So in order to avoid squeezing Shirley down when bending over, Qin Wuque considerately reached out and held the girl's slender waist in his arms.

Feeling the pressure coming from behind and the big hand emitting heat on her waist, Huihara Ai didn't know what she was thinking about, and her usually cold little face blushed slightly.

"Give."

Qin Wuque handed over the sandwich.

The girl took it silently.

"Also, I wasn't actually in a daze just now." Qin Wuque scratched his head and said, "It's mainly because the current situation has made me a little confused. The previous second sniper incident was more or less within my expectations, but this third sniper incident really confused me..."

As he spoke, he briefly sorted out the relationship between Hunter and the three sniper incidents, as well as his original plan.

"This man named Hunter is so miserable." Mingmei said with regret after hearing this.

"I think this is a normal operation of those Americans." Huihara Ai said lightly.

She then rubbed her head against Qin Wuque's chin.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

“I just don’t know yet…”

Qin Wuque unceremoniously placed his chin in the girl's thick brown hair, and the signature fragrance of Adolf shampoo immediately filled his nose.

"Heavy."

Haibara Ai struggled a few times out of symbolic tsundereness, and her performance even gave people a perfunctory feeling, and then she just let it go.

On TV, the host ended with a sentence similar to "Mr. Storyteller, please listen to the next episode" "Please stay tuned for the follow-up content xxx", and then the screen flashed to another talk show.

After a fancy opening animation, two expert-looking guests sat on the podium.

As expected, the focus of discussion was still the recent frequent sniping incidents.

"Although the police have not yet released the details of the case, we cannot rule out the possibility that the first two sniper attacks were carried out by the same criminal."

"So the first two sniping incidents were not necessarily committed by Timothy Hunter?"

"We can't rule out this possibility. I don't think the sniping incidents will end here, and we don't know who will be the next target."

"Eh? Doesn't that mean this is a random murder?!"

"Ah... that shouldn't be so exaggerated. I didn't say that..."

Two experts on TV sang the same tune, making a seemingly rational analysis that was well-founded and convincing, but in fact they were wantonly spreading fear and trying to attract attention.

Qin Wuque didn't want to watch any more. He reached out to grab the remote control on the coffee table to change the channel, but at this moment his cell phone rang.

The cell phone was right next to the remote control. He glanced at it and saw that the caller ID showed that it was Conan calling.

Qin Wuque hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the phone first.

connected.

Conan's serious voice came from the phone.

"Are you free now? I have something I want to talk to you about."

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Aijiangsugu~(°?°)?

Chapter 293 Sera·UMP45·Zhenzun

The summer was scorching hot, but the air conditioning in the Poirot Cafe downstairs in the Maori Detective Agency was very strong.

Considering that it is morning now, everyone is either at work or in class, or resting at home and has not yet gotten up or has just gotten up. In short, the business in the cafe is quite quiet.

There is only one table.

In the second to last booth on the side of the cafe with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street, Conan, whose chin was just above the table, had a very exquisite-looking lemon pie and a cup of iced oolong tea in front of him.

Sitting opposite him was a girl who looked like a high school student. She had a heroic face, wheat-colored skin, and short, fluffy, slightly curly black hair. The corners of her eyes had strange, deep wrinkles, just like a certain FBI investigator, and there was a small canine tooth that was always faintly visible at the corner of her mouth.

And, like a certain sister 45 who wishes to remain anonymous, she is a real piece of steel.

However, this female high school student who should have always had a cheerful smile on her face was now full of suspicion. Her eyes kept scanning the street outside the floor-to-ceiling window. The silver dessert spoon in her hand kept poking at the almost half-eaten Black Forest cake on the white ceramic plate in front of her. The coffee cup next to her, which was still covered with a little light brown foam, was already empty.

"Conan, is the person you mentioned really planning to come? I've almost finished my cake here, and I haven't seen the person you mentioned at all. Didn't you say he lives very close to here?"

"Well, Sister Sera, let's wait a little longer. I think it should be soon."

Conan nodded hesitantly.

He knew that Qin Wuque lived next door to his house. In fact, it was almost time for him to come. Moreover, Qin Wuque did not express a clear intention not to come on the phone just now. He just said "Okay, got it" after asking about the place and time.

The most important thing is that Sera Masumi's way of eating is really generous. She can finish a small amount of delicate beverage like coffee in just two sips. Her demeanor is simply that of a heroine.

"By the way." Conan reached out his hand and pushed the lemon pie in front of him to Sera Masumi, "If you don't mind, Sister Sera, you can eat my lemon pie. I just had breakfast at home, so I can't eat much."

Upon hearing this, a moment of excitement flashed across Sera Makoto's pretty, wheat-colored face.

But she immediately shook her head: "Well... I'd better not, I'm not that hungry."

"That's it."

The two of them chatted casually.

Suddenly, a shadow fell, and Toru Amuro, dressed in a waiter's outfit and an apron, appeared beside the two of them.

He seemed to have just finished work. There were a few drops of water hanging on his hands under his rolled-up shirt sleeves. He was bending down and looking at the two of them curiously.

"Conan, are you waiting for someone?"

"Well, there's another person coming later, but Mr. Amuro probably doesn't know him." Conan nodded.

Because the cafe is just downstairs from the Mori Detective Agency, and the manager of the cafe has a good relationship with Uncle Mori, Conan himself also became familiar with the cafe's waiter Toru Amuro.

The latter even expressed his desire to learn the ways of detective from Uncle Maori in his spare time.

So asking something like "if you're waiting for someone" wouldn't make Conan feel like you're telling him to leave.

"I see." Amuro Toru touched his nose and didn't ask who he was waiting for.

"It's okay, just sit there for a while. There are no other customers in the store except you guys anyway. Miss Zi is on a day off today. If you leave too, I'll be the only one facing the empty coffee shop." he said.

"Besides, it's still so hot outside. I just went out to take out the trash and I broke into a sweat. It's cooler in the coffee shop. There's air conditioning and WIFI..."

"Huh? How come I didn't know you, Amuro, have such good business eloquence?"

Someone's voice suddenly sounded behind Toru Amuro.

Almost in an instant, the two people, one big and one small, who were still chatting in the last second, were shocked at the same time.

Especially Toru Amuro, his expression was not like he saw a person, but as if he had encountered a ghost while walking in broad daylight.

A familiar face, familiar casual sportswear, and bangs that are 90% similar to Taoist Wang Ye's.

“Vivvvv…”

Toru Amuro stuttered when he spoke.

"What the hell."

Qin Wuque slapped Amuro Toru on the shoulder and pulled with a little force to signal him to move aside.

"Do you have tiramisu and Red Bull or Dongpeng Special Drink? If so, give me a set. Thank you."

"Yes, there is..." Amuro Toru looked strange, "But this combination might taste too sweet, and the taste will be weird."

"It's okay, I like sweet things." Qin Wuque didn't care.

"Okay." Amuro Toru had nothing to say and could only do as he was told.

On the other side, Conan had already moved his lemon pie and iced oolong tea to Sera Masumi's side, and sat over there, leaving his side free for Qin Wuque to sit.

Hearing Qin Wuque and Amuro Toru communicating so familiarly, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised, so he opened his mouth and asked.

"Could it be that Brother Que and Mr. Amuro knew each other before?"

"Well, I guess so."

Qin Wuque turned a blind eye and was too lazy to waste any more words on this matter.

He sat down on the sofa with his arms and legs extended, raised his chin, and fixed his eyes on Masumi Sera who was sitting opposite Conan.

"I remember we seemed to have met in the Metropolitan Police Department meeting room before?"

"Yeah, I remember that, too."

Shira Masumi looked back at Qin Wuque without showing any weakness, she was also observing carefully.

When Conan saw that the two men were about to face off head-on, he couldn't help but think in his heart that something bad was going to happen.

Although Sera Masumi never told him the details, Conan still guessed it a little bit, especially when Sera Masumi mentioned in person that she had a brother who had passed away.

This time he asked the two people out to discuss the previous two sniper incidents and the incident of Hunter who was sniped and killed in an abandoned building early this morning.

Doing so might be a bit unfair to Sera, but at least for now, letting the two of them publicly reveal their identities and then tear each other apart is not a good option.

"Let's get straight to the point..."

Conan was about to speak, but was interrupted by Qin Wuque who spoke almost at the same time.

"Oh, hello, sister." Qin Wuque said.

"Eh?"

After the words were spoken, Conan and Sera Masumi were both stunned.

Especially Conan. You have to know that when he first met Sera Masumi, she was wearing sweatpants. Even someone as observant as him was fooled and mistook the young high school girl for a man.

But Qin Wuque recognized it at the first sight.

"Brother Que, how did you know that Sister Sera is a girl?" Conan was very surprised.

"It's simple. Just listen to the sound."

Qin Wuque shrugged and seemed not surprised that Conan would ask such a question.

At this time, Toru Amuro came to the booth with a plate of tiramisu and Red Bull.

Qin Wuque tactically leaned back on the sofa to make room for Amuro Toru to "serve the dish". He spread his arms and placed them on the top of the sofa back with a calm and confident look.

"By the way, if you just opened your mouth to ask about the sniper incident this morning, then I can only tell you one thing with regret—"

"It wasn't me."

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Chapter 294 Who can keep a diary?

Despite being betrayed by his immediate superior, the Japanese wolf warrior with U-me still deeply loves this country.

So when he heard Qin Wuque and others talking about the recent frequent sniper cases, Toru Amuro was inevitably drawn to his attention.

"Are you discussing the recent sniping incidents that have been reported in the news?"

Toru Amuro put down the tray and asked seriously.

In fact, almost the entire public security department has been worried about this matter recently, but there has been no result.

Generally speaking, it's fine to let the Metropolitan Police Department handle ordinary murder cases, but when it comes to unusual situations like this, where retired elite soldiers or professional killers are responsible, the public security department basically has to take action.