Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

　　 Asano Nobuhira, who ended the call with Conan, was not busy with strange things, but, as usual, drove back to Ryufeng’s music classroom. If you have to find something unusual, you probably only have to change your disguise.

　　 changed from Watanabe Hisa to Asano Nobuhiro, and then parked the car near the music classroom.

　　 Enomoto Azusa alone supports the work in the store, but fortunately, the music classroom is already bleak, and he can handle it all by himself. Seeing Nobuhiro Asano, Azusa Enomoto's eyes were dyed with a touch of joy:

　　 "Mr. Asano, long time no see~"

　　 "Long time no see." Shinshige smiled and took off his coat, hung it on the storage rack, and asked, "Is Kawakami here?"

　　 "I have arrived, waiting for you in the piano room."

　　 "Thanks for your hard work." Nobuhiro said, and walked to the Koto room. Akemi Miyano, who held Yuno Kawakami's face, immediately stood up and smiled at him.

　　 Enomoto Azusa watched the door of the piano room close in front of her eyes, listening to the reverberating piano sound, her face gradually appeared with a relieved smile.

　　 Actually, she and Mr. Asano haven’t seen each other for a long time, and they still remember that they only met yesterday. It's just that the original lively music classroom suddenly became idle, making Enomoto Azusa a little flustered, as if the music classroom was about to close down.

　　 It is true that people and things are there, but they give her the illusion that things are nothing but everything.

　　 In the piano room, many piano lessons have been taken, but Yuno Kawakami’s piano skills have not improved at all. Because every time, only her ears have been influenced by piano music.

　　 Kawakami Yuno sat in a chair, eyes slightly closed, quietly feeling the freezing process of the cold dissolving material on his face. Occasionally, Xinfan's fingertips will inadvertently touch her skin, bringing a tingling sensation.

　　 "Mr. Okiya and Amuro-kun do not seem to be at work today." Yuno Kawakami said suddenly when the disguise was halfway through.

　　 Xinfan responded softly, "They have no class today."

　　 "Well, I thought they were busy."

　　 Xinfan is not commenting on this.

　　 Since he and Hideichi Akai tore each other's vests in front of Noriya, their cooperation has been in full swing, and the division of labor has been clear. Yutani is responsible for the work of public security, Akai Hideichi is responsible for bringing the FBI to attract the attention of Gin and others, and Nobuhiro only needs to be honest and serious to play Mezcal well. The more Mezcal he plays Indeed, the more successful their plan will be.

　　 Xinfan finished the last adjustment, he stepped back a little, and looked at the woman in front of him with a satisfied smile: "Okay, this disguise can still last for about a week, and I will help you in the next class."

　　 Hearing the words, Kawakami Yuno slowly opened her eyes, and she sincerely thanked Nobuhiro: "Thank you, Mr. Asano."

　　 "Don't be so formal."

　　 "Well, even though you said that, I should say thank you." Kawakami Yuno stood up and put on her bag, but she did not leave the piano room for a long time.

　　 Shinhan saw her hesitation, so she asked, "Is there anything inconvenient for you to say?"

　　 "I..." Kawakami Yuno took a deep breath and said, "It's actually nothing, I just want to ask if you know where Mr. Amuro is from?"

　　 "I don't know this, either." Xinfan lied without changing his face.

　　 In fact, he not only asked about Toru Amuro's resume and background during the interview, he even participated in most of Noriya's life.

Kawakami Yuno expressed regret: "When I traveled to China to travel to China, I talked about a lot of things from our childhood. Mr. Amuro is very similar to a person I knew before. If we know where he is from, maybe we can be sure. Is he the same person back then?"

Um?

　　 Shinhan was a little surprised. Because of the reaction of Miyano Akemi and Amuro Toru when they met before, he always thought Miyano Akimi hadn't remembered what happened when she was a child, and now it seems that she still has some impression.

　　 I just don’t know if Amuro can feel the familiar feeling on Kawakami Yuno’s body.

　　 Watching Akemi Miyano leave from the music classroom, Shinshige also put on his coat.

　　 Enomoto Azusa asked with concern: "Mr. Asano, are you going out again?"

　　 "I will smoke a cigarette outside, so you won't let you smoke free second-hand smoke." Xinfan replied with a smile.

　　 "Ah, it turned out to be like this." Enomoto Azusa was moved, "Actually, you don't need to be so troublesome, you can just stay in the store."

　　 "No, no, no, don't spoil your body too much at a young age. You can't drink or smoke at all. This is my old man's advice." Xinfan said politely.

　　 "You are one year older than me. How can you say that you are an elderly person. Besides, since you know that smoking is not a good habit, why don't you stop smoking?"

　　 Xinfan shook his head with a look of "you don't understand". He took the smoke and fire, walked out of the music classroom, and closed the door.

　　 Enomoto Azusa sighed helplessly.

　　 Mr. Asano is so sweet, standing outside smoking and worrying about disgust floating in through the gate. She is really lucky to meet such a boss.

　　 Shinhan looked around, and still picked the street tree at the entrance of the music classroom.

　　 He didn't have to hang himself on this crooked-necked tree. It was really not suitable for other places nearby to make a phone call. Going farther would easily arouse Enomoto Azusa's suspicion. Thinking about going is still the most pleasing to the eye of this tree.

　　 Xinfan dialed the phone number of the tool person.

　　 The ringtone rang for three seconds, the call was picked up by the other party, and Sila’s loud voice came out of the receiver:

　　 "Mezcal, is there anything you want me to do?"

　　 Shinhan: "..."

　　 This elder brother has been following him since the Nordic period~www.readwn.com~ How come you haven’t learned to speak before confirming each other’s identities? Exposing the code name of Mezcal so carelessly not only pits himself, but also pits Xinfan!

　　 Xinfan suddenly became a little unsure whether or not to say the next thing.

　　 Did not hear Mezcal's reply, Sila repeated it again: "Mezcal? Did you call the wrong number? I'm Sila, are you sure you want to call me?"

　　 Shinhan: "..."

　　 Well, now his mood can no longer be described as helpless, it should be despair!

　　 This tool is not a problem for people's brains!

　　 "No, I made a wrong number." Xin Fan said he wanted to hang up.

Perhaps it was the coldness and disappointment in his tone that had overflowed. In short, Sila suddenly regained consciousness and hurriedly said: "Wait, I know I was careless just now, but this is also because I believe in your abilities and know you. I will never give the phone to others casually."

　　 "Heh." Xinfan sneered, "I'm so sorry, I've failed your trust, anyone can get my mobile phone, and I can't guarantee that they won't dial your number accidentally."

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