Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

Akemi Miyano turned her face away.

Luke straightened her up and turned her around.

"Akami, I love you."

Luke looked at her intently.

Luke does love Akemi Miyano, but his heart is vast enough to accommodate many people.

Akemi Miyano looked a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. I'll take you away from the organization."

"Actually, I have made contact with the police who are infiltrating the organization. They will guarantee your safety after you are rescued."

"As for why I know those things, it involves a deal with the police, and I'm sorry I can't explain it to you right now."

Luke talks a lot of nonsense; some of what he says is true, and some is false.

Akemi Miyano suddenly realized what was happening, and she looked at Luke with guilt.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lu, I shouldn't have..."

Luke lowered his head and silenced Akemi Miyano's lips with a kiss.

With both hands moving downwards, a new battle has begun.

As for the work at the bank.

Isn't Akemi Miyano serving bank customers right now?

Inside the laboratory, Shiho Miyano had just heated up a blueberry sandwich and ate it with milk.

After putting down the milk, Shiho Miyano glanced at the production date with suspicion.

It's not expired yet.

Something doesn't taste right.

As night fell, Luke rode his Harley to the host club.

Fortunately, Navy Luke had great stamina; for him, the two-day battle was just a warm-up.

The host club was brightly lit, preparing to open for business.

Angel Martin had just left the night before last, and the host club didn't even close for rectification; they were still operating that night.

I heard that the assistant store manager was worried that the resources in Angel Martin's hands would be wasted.

So quickly distribute the contact information to your subordinates, hoping to retain as many male escorts as possible.

As a result, the sales performance in the past two days has even surpassed that of the previous week.

If we exclude Luke from the calculation.

As soon as Luke entered the store, he heard the assistant store manager shouting.

"Everyone who comes to Takamagahara should treat her as the only love of their life; we must make her feel that way."

The assistant manager used to be a male escort, and he was quite skilled at talking, but he was forced to switch to working behind the scenes as he got older.

The former assistant store manager, though second in command, was a formidable figure in the industry.

As time has taken its toll, the once dashing contestant number two has now become a corporate slave working overtime.

But he was also lucky; at least he didn't have to work in this high-risk profession and was able to stay in the industry, unlike other ordinary male escorts who were fired when they got old.

"Kazama, what brings you here? Didn't you say you were taking the day off?"

The assistant manager was pleasantly surprised to see his star employee suddenly return.

Could it be that Master Kazama has a distinguished guest suddenly arriving today?

The assistant store manager couldn't help but get excited at the thought of making a fortune.

"The matter was resolved ahead of schedule, so I think I can come to work since there's nothing else to do. Just assign me a few individual customers."

Luke's eyelids twitched. Was he taking the day off?

"No problem, Kazama!"

"If things are complicated, you can tell me and I'll ask the store manager for help."

Although the assistant store manager was somewhat disappointed that he had guessed wrong, he still loudly agreed and managed to make a good sale.

I'll take the favors, the store manager will do the work; the assistant store manager truly lives up to his reputation as the second-in-command back then.

He's much smarter than Angel Martin.

As Luke passed by the group of male escorts being lectured, he smiled and nodded as a greeting.

A few more people have left; they probably got stuck outside when the date was updated.

However, just as I was about to enter the private room, I saw an old acquaintance on the way.

How could he possibly work in a place like this?

Luke was somewhat surprised.

When the old acquaintance saw Luke, he was slightly taken aback and nodded gently.

Luke moved closer.

"Send me a Margarita to my private room."

The dark-skinned waiter continued to nod.

There are generally three types of waiters at host clubs.

One type is a newly hired male escort who has no customers and can only clean or help male escorts who have customers drink.

One type is an old guy who's about to retire from the industry, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Customers don't want to hire him anymore, and he can't find a new job outside, so he can only stay here as a waiter.

The last type is ordinary temporary workers. If the store is short-staffed, the assistant store manager will often hire a few to help out temporarily.

For example, these past few days, Angel Martin has been busy, and all the male escorts in the store are working overtime to keep customers, so they don't have time to clean up at all.

This somewhat familiar-looking dark-skinned waiter is clearly the third type.

We entered the private room and waited for a while.

The dark-skinned waiter knocked on the door and walked in, carrying a tray in one hand.

Place the drinks steadily on the table and stand still.

"Have a seat. There are no security cameras here. By the way, what brings you here?"

Hearing this, the dark-skinned waiter breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.

"Coincidentally, I recently took on a task."

"There are still missions in this place? Is the organization thinking of switching to fighting organized crime?"

Luke asked curiously.

There aren't many good people in this Kabukicho area.

"It's not the organization's task, it's the firm's task."

"Your firm still gets clients?"

Luke blurted it out.

The dark-skinned waiter's face darkened even more.

"No matter what, that's my official main job, okay?"

Luke was speechless upon hearing this.

No, what business owner would open for less than three days a month if their main job requires them to work for a maximum of three days a month, and then be so keen on hiring all sorts of temporary workers every day?

Chapter 95 The Police Academy Five (Missing One Ghost Version)

Luke's silence made Amuro Tooru feel offended.

But he couldn't produce any evidence.

After all, that detective agency was his official main job.

But throughout the year, he took on very few cases.

Sometimes, in order to fool Gin and swindle event funds, he would even have his subordinate, Yuya Kazama, specially send him a few small cases.

However, did the Black Organization obtain its funds through legitimate means?

We should take the money we need, and if that's not enough, we'll have Gin work overtime.

The Black Organization has added another member to its list of salary thieves.

"Perfect timing! Could you find someone for me to see if this woman is a customer of your shop?"

As he spoke, he took out his phone and showed a photo.

The woman in the photo has long brown hair, bangs, and purple lipstick; she doesn't look very approachable.

"It looks familiar, let me think."

Luke took the photo and examined it carefully for a while.

No, he's not good-looking enough; he's not his customer.

"Can you tell me her name?"

"Chihiro Kojima is married and is the eldest daughter of Kojima Electric."

Toru Amuro replied.

As an undercover agent, he was skilled at backstabbing, and the person in front of him could actually be considered half one of his own.

"Kojima, it's her."

Luke had an idea.

It seems that Conan filmed an episode at the Makoto Island company president's place.

"Your customer?"

Toru Amuro asked.

Originally, this task was intended to be assigned to his subordinate, Yuya, since he wasn't just an employee and had many tasks to complete.

Unfortunately, Yuya's appearance at the host club wasn't ideal.

The host club disliked him, thinking that having him as a waiter would lower the overall standard.

In the end, Amuro Tooru had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

Moreover, his dark skin adds to his appeal, making him especially attractive to Japanese girls.

"No, it's from our store."

Luke shook his head.

“She came to the store before and wanted to call my name, but her bank card was frozen. She threw a huge tantrum in the store at the time.”

"After that, I remember she was handed over to Angel Martin."

"What about that angel Martin?"

Amuro Tooru felt somewhat relieved.

He's lucky; it seems he has a real talent for detective work.

"he died."

"?"

Luke spread his hands.

"You've come at a bad time. He was murdered yesterday right here in the shop."

"It's because he died that the store is so busy hiring outsourced waiters."

Martin died -> Searching for Martin -> Martin died.

Perfect closed loop!