Ke Xuezhuo's son-in-law

Chapter 616 Fujiwara Hoshikai: Because I’m so handsome

A simple episode, the waiter came over and asked if there was any wine. Fujiwara glanced at Miwako and said that the two of them did not drink.

As the waiter leaves, the surrounding ambient sound slowly rises. The sound of small conversations, the slight collision of tableware, and the occasional gentle hum of vehicles on the distant street all work together to create a symphony of the city at night. . The lighting in the open-air restaurant is soft, and Fujiwara and Miwako sit at a simple and elegant table. The atmosphere between the two is both relaxed and intimate.

Fujiwara looked up from the menu and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, which was a habit he had when thinking. He looked at Miwako, smiled slightly, and said, "I ordered some classic dishes, I hope you will like them." His eyes were gentle, and his care was self-evident.

Miwako nodded slightly, her eyes shining with anticipation in the dim light. Under Fujiwara's explanation, a faint smile appeared. "I trust your taste."

Soon the waiter returned with their appetizers. The foie gras is beautifully presented with thin slices of toast and sweet and sour jam. Fujiwara carefully cuts off a piece with a knife and fork, his movements elegant and detailed. He gently brought the foie gras to his mouth and savored it. He closed his eyes slightly, enjoying the unique taste.

Miwako observed Fujiwara's movements, then imitated and did the same thing. Her movements were a little clumsy, but elegant. The foie gras melted in her mouth. Her eyes lit up and she said with surprise, "This tastes really good!" Her voice was filled with joy.

Then, the seafood soup was placed in front of them, steaming hot and exuding an alluring aroma. Miwako stirred it gently with a spoon, carefully blew the hot air on it, and then tried it in small sips. She felt the deliciousness of the seafood and the rich texture of the soup, and couldn't help but admire it in a low voice.

Their main dishes were also served quickly, and Fujiwara's signature dish showed the chef's superb skills. They cut the meat gently, enjoying the delicate flavor in every bite. During this process, their eyes would meet from time to time, and they couldn't help but laugh out loud, because they could both read satisfaction and happiness from each other's expressions.

After the meal, they each ordered a glass of juice. Fujiwara gently raised the cup, and the sun shone on his refreshing face. "Tonight, we'll have juice instead of bar." There was a hint of joking in his voice.

Fujiwara slowly hung up the phone, with unconcealable joy on his face. Seeing this scene, Miwako Sato couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly and stared at him curiously.

"Hey, please speak."

Miwako moved closer, as if she could know the answer faster. "What's a good thing? Can you tell me?" There was a hint of joy in her voice, her chin resting on her hands, and her eyes shining with anticipation.

The corners of Fujiwara's mouth turned up in a proud arc. He put down the phone and picked up the cup again, "Yes, there is indeed a good thing."

"Hey, Fujiwara, did something good happen?" She gently fiddled with the napkin, with a hint of teasing in her voice.

"Hey Fujiwara, Kyousuke Futo is the murderer. He saw us coming just now and wanted to escape in a hurry. Officer Megure and the others are chasing us. I don't think he can escape."

Just when he was about to clink glasses, Fujiwara's phone rang. Fujiwara put down the juice glass in mid-air, picked up the phone and saw that it was Kudo Shinichi calling.

"Well, that's good. Let's go over there after everything is over."

Miwako raised her cup in cooperation, and the juice in the cup glowed seductively under the light. The cups touched each other lightly, making a crisp sound, and both of them smiled. "Cheers to a wonderful evening."

Fujiwara looked into the distance pretending to be mysterious, tapped his fingers on the table, and then said slowly: "I'll tell you when we meet next time."

Miwako's eyes instantly turned sad, "Next time we meet? When will that be?" She pouted slightly, seeming to protest Fujiwara's pretentiousness.

Fujiwara stood up, pulled out his chair gracefully, and motioned for Miwako to get up. "The day after tomorrow, have you forgotten? Officer Shiratori's sister's wedding." He stretched out his hand to help Miwako straighten the chair. Miwako stood up, stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "Oh! Yes, yes, why did I forget it." She patted her forehead, pretending to be thoughtful.

The two walked out of the restaurant, and Fujiwara gently put Miwako's coat on. The night breeze was slightly cool, and their shadows stretched long under the street lamps. Fujiwara extended his arm in a gentlemanly manner, and Miwako took his arm, and the two walked towards the parking lot while talking and laughing.

A stone finally fell in Fujiwara's heart. Kyosuke Futo's matter didn't want to be delayed so long, but he didn't want it to be resolved with just a few reporting letters like Sawaki's fair.

"Thank you for coming out with me to relax, but I'm really busy these days. If you don't mind waiting until I finish my work, let's meet up for another meal."

"It's because of the murder of two detectives, right? You suspect it was someone from the Metropolitan Police Department."

Fujiwara started the car and said casually to the co-pilot Miwako Sato.

"Huh? How do you know?" Miwako looked at Fujiwara in shock, thought for a moment and said seriously, "Did Takagi tell the truth?"

When arriving at the Metropolitan Police Department, Fujiwara stopped at the door, turned to Miwako and said, "Then I'll do this for today. See you at the wedding the day after tomorrow."

Miwako nodded, with a look of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you for accompanying me today, see you the day after tomorrow." She nodded gently towards Fujiwara, repeatedly emphasized that Fujiwara could not reveal what had just happened to the outside world, and then turned and walked into the Metropolitan Police Department.

Fujiwara watched Miwako disappear behind the door, turned around and saw Shinji walking out of the Metropolitan Police Department, holding a folder in his hand, apparently having just finished taking notes.

"How about Kudo, did the interrogation go well?" Fujiwara's voice was full of concern.

Kudo Shin nodded, "Well, Futo Kyosuke was arrested, and he can't escape this time." There was a hint of exhaustion in his voice, but more of a relief, "Thanks to you for noticing this person, but That person really ran away when he saw me."

"I don't know, but I guess Kudo Shinichi's reputation is so big that he mistakenly thought he had been exposed..."

After all, Kudo Shinichi is the savior of the Metropolitan Police Department. When a person with such a big name brings the police to find him, the murderer bets that he has been exposed.

"It's possible. By the way, have you eaten? I'm a little hungry and want to eat something..." Kudo Shinichi's eyes revealed hunger and expectation.

Fujiwara shook his head slightly and turned his gaze to the window, "Eat, Officer Sato treated me to French food..."

Shinichi was stunned, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was a little confused by the news. "Ah? Why?" He looked at Fujiwara in confusion, waiting for an explanation.

Fujiwara straightened his chest confidently and replied leisurely: "Because I'm so handsome..."

(End of this chapter)