Sitting on the newly changed comfortable, simple and generous sofa, Akira Shinhara flipped through the manuscript that had been written, and was leisurely and contented.

In the past few days, in addition to cleaning, Akira Shinhara has experienced the painful torture of deducting his life in the early morning, and has endured the irritable mental attack of the forum system, and finally has to write a strong manuscript and submit it to the editor, learning to live well.

With the decrease in health, Akira Shinhara has achieved achievements such as [Rice Cooker Explosion], [Shower Cracking], [Almost Burning the Kitchen], and [Takeaway Brother's Attempted Murder].

And today, Akira Shinhara had to go out for a trip, in order to deliver the manuscript.

Wearing a black shirt with dark gray slacks, a white tie, black gloves, and a dark navy blue jacket on his wrist, Akira Shinhara sorted out his appearance in front of the mirror, picked up the manuscript and set off.

When closing the door, Akira Shinhara deliberately took out the thin black line on his finger and gently glued it under the dark doorknob, one end of which was attached to the keyhole and put it in.

This is a habit that Akira Shinhara has had since Belmode came uninvited before.

Akira Shinhara squatted down to confirm it, and after making sure that there were no traces, he picked up the manuscript and set off downstairs.

"Bump!" In the same place again, the flower pot fell again, this time at Akira Shinhara's feet, turning into fragments, and the red dirt sprinkled Akira Shinhara's sideways.

Akira Shinhara: !!

"Bump!"

"Bump!"

"Bump!"

Three flower pots continued to fall, enveloping Shinhara Ming, and then the red earth sprinkled on him, 360 degrees, without missing anything.

Akira Shinhara's face was ugly, he pursed his lips, reached out and patted the dirt on his body, put on his suit, and quickly walked towards the agreed place of delivery.

If it weren't for the sudden change of editor, he wouldn't have gone out to deliver the manuscript by himself, in the past, the editor went to a fixed place to receive the manuscript, and he only needed to put it half a day in advance.

Now it's just to make the new editor familiar with himself, and he won't admit his mistake in the future.

I heard that it seems to be a backdoor, tsk.

After turning a corner, Akira Shinhara saw Nanfeng, the new editor who was waiting for the manuscript at the Rice Flower Iroha Sushi restaurant.

The editor of Nanfeng is a young man with outstanding height and good looks, wearing a clean suit, standing on the side of the road with a briefcase, his face is still a little cramped, looking left and right, there is no impatience to wait on his face, and he can see that he has only been working for a short time.

Shinhara Ming approached quickly, handed the manuscript to Nanfeng's arms with some obscurity, and turned around without saying a word and planned to leave, full of "Gao Leng, don't mess with me".

"Mr. Shinhara! Wait a minute! Nanfeng took the manuscript in a hurry, and before he had time to flip it and check it, he just held it in his hand, and hurriedly called Shinhara Ming, who was about to turn around and leave.

"Here! Here's an invitation for you! Mr. Shinhara. Nanfeng trotted two steps to catch up, handed a Tuojin invitation to Xinyuan Ming's hand with both hands, and showed a bright smile at him, the two little tiger teeth were very attractive.

Akira Shinhara stopped, turned his head to look at Nanfeng, frowned and took the invitation, only to see that the obvious inviter was printed on it, "Mr. Qiaomen, Chairman of Xingrui Group".

"Are you going? Mr. Shinhara? I heard that Mr. Hashimon seems to have invited Detective Kogoro Mori as well. ”

Nanfeng looked at Akira Shinhara with some curiosity, nervously holding the briefcase, and when he talked about Mori Kogoro, he showed a yearning look.

Akira Shinhara's hand holding the invitation paused slightly, and he quietly looked his new editor up and down, his expression unchanged, and his tone was a little indifferent and dissatisfied.

"I've never been to this kind of banquet. These invitations have been handled very well by the publisher before. ”

The implication is that you're meddling.

Nanfeng's face turned red instantly, and he looked at Akira Shinhara a little at a loss, opened his mouth, and bowed nervously to Akira Shinhara and apologized.

"Sorry! Mr. Shinhara, I don't know this, I ......"

Akira Shinhara stared at Nanfeng's back quietly, pinched the invitation with his fingers, and waited until Nanfeng's ears were red and dripping with blood before he said slowly.

"Don't do it next time. Are you interested in a banquet? ”

Nanfeng hugged the briefcase tightly, his eyes widened in surprise when he heard Akira Shinhara's question, and he reacted in a daze when he saw his impatient frowning, "Thank you, Mr. Shinhara." ”

"I'd really like to see this detective."

Akira Shinhara pursed his lips, his brows furrowed more seriously, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed, and finally sighed and said, "Since you like it, then you can go with me then." ”

Between the words, I was full of dislike for attending the banquet, but because of the emotions of taking care of the new editor, I was willing to go for it.

No matter how you look at it, you will feel that this is a person who is indifferent on the surface, but is actually very enthusiastic.

"Really? Mr. Shinhara! You're such a nice guy! Nanfeng's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at Shinhara Ming with some surprise, excitedly stepped forward to hold his hand, and shook it vigorously a few times, but was quickly thrown away by Shinhara Akira.

"It's fine." Akira Shinhara withdrew his hand, looked cold, nodded at the south wind, and turned to leave.

When he walked downstairs to Mori Kogoro's detective office, Akira Shinhara looked up, and then looked down at the invitation in his hand, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

A fan of Kogoro Maori? Didn't you notice that the sushi restaurant is next to the Maori Detective Agency?

Will his new editor, Nanfeng, be a player?

[You actor, your new editor is scared of you, tsk. The forum system suddenly sounded, and it was a little weird.

"I'm a lonely novelist, and it's normal for a genius to have a little temper, can't you?"

Akira Shinhara shook the invitation in his hand, folded it, put it in the pocket of his suit jacket, and teased the forum system with a happy expression.

【…… Vomiting】

Akira Shinhara thinks that he has always been very generous, so he will not fight with people across the network cable.

Now on the whole, my plan B is quite smooth, and the opportunity to participate in the plot for the second time should not be far away.

It's just that the author has been interrupted for too long?

Suddenly, "Buzz! A speeding motorcycle, with a huge engine sound, was speeding in the direction of Shinhara Ming, like a hunting male leopard, extremely dangerous.

Before he could think about it, he quickly ran towards the side of the empty road, just in time to avoid the speeding motorcycle.

As he passed by, Akira Shinhara looked sideways at the people on the motorcycle, wearing a red and black uniform and a black helmet, revealing only a pair of large eyes with sharp pupils and hair on his forehead.

"Buzz!" With a bang, the motorcycle drove out next to Akira Shinhara, turned a corner, and drove towards another street.

Seems to be a woman?

But I always feel like I've seen it!