Inside the Polo Cafe across from Fujino's house.

At this time, Fujino was sitting on the seat in front of the wooden table, looking strangely at the black fur and yellow fur not far from him, wearing café overalls.

That yellow hair is none other than the winery 'Zongchen' Bourbon, whose pseudonym is Toru Amuro, and is nicknamed Emperor Gongwu (Emperor Gongwu).

Regarding the fact that Amuro suddenly came here to work, Fujino seemed a little confused.

This guy can't be here to spy on him, is he?

It shouldn't be.

Normally, if his identity had been revealed, he would have been killed a long time ago.

After thinking for a moment, Fujino frowned, not knowing what this working emperor wanted.

Simply, I don't think about it anymore.

Since it's Touzi, there is a high probability that nothing should happen, although it is a person from his winery, but in fact it is an undercover agent of the neon public security.

It's a fake.

And Xiaolan and Yuanzi, who were sitting on the side, were different from Fujino's strange face.

The two of them blinked, looking at Fujino on the left and Amuro on the right, as if they had discovered some new world.

As for Toru Amuro, he was holding the plate while his afterglow swept towards Fujino.

His expression was particularly complicated in his eyes, which no one else noticed.

To be honest, he was also a little confused.

The scene was strange for a while.

"What do you need?"

At this time, Amuro Toru took the lead and said hello to Fujino, and the surprise in his heart was invisible.

"By the way, you seem to be a new face, why haven't I seen you before, is it a new arrival?"

At this time, Fujino suddenly raised his mouth.

"That's right."

Hearing this, Amuro nodded with a smile, "My name is Amuro Toru, and I only came here yesterday to do occasional odd jobs. ”

"That's ...... so"

Fujino nodded, "Plain pasta is fine." ”

Immediately, Amuro turned his attention to Xiaolan and Yuanzi again: "Then you two young ladies, what do you need?" ”

"Crepe."

"Me too."

"Okay."

Amuro expertly jotted down the essentials, nodded, and then turned and walked to the back kitchen.

…………

After Amuro was gone, Xiaolan and Yuanzi looked at Fujino and asked, "Fujino-senpai, do you really not know Mr. Amuro?" ”

"How could I possibly know."

Fujino chuckled, "I think you two are thinking too much." ”

Truth be told, he noticed it too.

His appearance is a bit similar to that of Amuro.

No, it's not so much like a god, it's just a different skin............

Could it be that a certain old thief is lazy again?

"But you two really look like each other!"

"It's probably just a coincidence that Mr. Amuro looks like me, after all, there are a lot of people in the world who look alike."

After a pause, Fujino continued, "Maybe Xiaolan and the garden guys will meet someone who looks exactly like you. ”

The two just nodded in disbelief and asked no more.

I just secretly said in my heart: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!" ”

How can there be people in the world who look exactly the same?

Xiaolan and Yuanzi said in their hearts.

At this time, a small figure outside the window of the coffee shop was lying on the windowsill.

Conan stared at Amuro Toru in the café, his brow furrowed slightly.

Just now, he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if he had met the people at the winery.

And that sense of crisis doesn't come from Fujino, but from that black skin!

He wondered.

Fujino doesn't matter, why does that little black skin make him feel scared?

Is it because the black-skinned face looks too similar to Fujino?

Nervous yourself?

…………

After breakfast at the Poirot Cafe, Fujino and his party drove to Sayuri Matsumoto's wedding.

At this time, the wedding scene was already crowded, and there were even many celebrities who were often in the news.

Along the way, Yuan Zi and Xiaolan are greeting former classmates or seniors.

As for Fujino, he doesn't have anything to say hello to.

The main thing is that he didn't know a few people at the scene, and he didn't even greet him.

Actually, that's just as well.

The former owner was actually a withdrawn young man, so withdrawn that he didn't like to talk to others, so he didn't make any friends either in elementary school or in the country.

Even because of his excellent grades, the whole person seems a little cold, and his parents are chaebol bosses, so he has aroused the jealousy of many people.

Inexplicably prank or something, it's all a common thing.

Of course, unlike Kudo's stinky fart, his high coldness is a high coldness in the true sense of the word.

Actually, think about it.

Back then, because of his good looks and this cold temperament, there were still many girls who pursued him.

It's a pity he didn't take the chance.

"Matsumoto-sensei!"

The garden was the first to open the door of the bridal preparation room.

The three of them were greeted by a woman who looked to be in her twenties, wearing a white off-the-shoulder long Western-style wedding dress, her hair was tied up high, and she was wearing several white flowers extending from white flowers, a white veil extending from the top of her head to her back, and her arms were wrapped in long hazy white gloves, like white silk.

That beauty Fujino remembers, obviously, is the protagonist of this wedding, Sayuri Matsumoto.

Looking at the beauty in front of them, Xiaolan, Yuanzi, and Conan couldn't help but be stunned.

Fujino, on the other hand, frowned slightly, thinking to himself in his heart.

He remembered that there seemed to be a lot of stinky boys who had a crush on her back then.

After all, with her appearance, it was a kill for all ages.

Putting away his thoughts, Fujino looked at Conan, who was already frozen in place.

Conan, this kid, when he was Shinichi Kudo, seemed to be desperately pretending to be stupid because he had a crush on Sayuri Matsumoto, trying to attract attention.

But as a result, he was taught a good lesson by Sayuri Matsumoto.

"Ah, Xiaolan, Garden."

Noticing a few people pushing the door in, Sayuri first said hello, but when she looked at Fujino, she was puzzled: "This is ............"

Fujino: "............"

So, like this kind of wedding that someone he knows is not invited, he doesn't want to come.

You know the newcomer, but the newcomer doesn't know you, and that's embarrassing.

"Matsumoto-sensei, you won't forget, will you?"

Fujino showed dead fish eyes, "Fujino Tongji, you once taught me." ”

"How could I forget you, a withdrawn boy who always sings out of tune."

When Sayuri Matsumoto heard the name, it suddenly dawned on her.

Except for Kudo Shinichi, this guy should be the only one who left a deep impression on her mind.

The degree of singing out of tune is comparable to that of a Kudo washing machine, and the level of arrogance is even far greater than that of a washing machine.

Of course, unlike Shinichi Kudo's kid who deliberately pretended to be stupid, Fujino was real............