I really don't want to inherit the winery

Tokyo Airport...

Following the reminder of the arrival of the flight, bustling passengers with suitcases were greeted at the exit of the airport.

The young man wearing a mask walked out of the airport with a silver suitcase, and took off his mask to take out his mobile phone after staying away from the crowd.

As soon as I turned it on, a phone call came.He looked at the caller ID, raised the corner of his mouth and pressed the answer button.

"Hey, Brother Zhen. Ah, you already know that I'm back in Japan?"

His flaxen hair had a soft color under the sunlight, coupled with his outstanding appearance, slender figure, and dazzling smile on his face, passers-by couldn't help but take a second look.

But the Master didn't care about their gaze, holding the phone with one hand and playing with the silver pendant on the phone with the other, when he heard the person on the other end of the phone saying that he was not in Japan at the moment, the corners of his mouth turned back a bit.

"Alright then. Do your work first, and come back when this task is over." The young man said goodbye to the person on the other end and hung up the phone.

"It seems that I have to take a taxi back by myself. Well, I don't know if taxis in Japan are still so expensive. It's a bit bad. I don't have Japanese yen on me. It seems that I need to contact Poirot." He muttered, pulling Take the suitcase to the taxi stop not far away.

Originally, I thought Brother Zhen was in Japan and I could go to him, but I didn't expect to go on a business trip.Looks like I need to get in touch with someone over there.

Alas, it's nerve-wracking, even though I was called back, I don't want that person to know that I'm returning home so early.

After getting into the taxi, when the driver asked about the destination, the young man thought for a while and said, "Mihuacho 5-chome."

After the driver started the car, he lowered his head again and picked up his phone. First, he opened several unread messages and read them one by one. After replying one by one, he found the contact he was looking for.

He knocked on his mobile phone and sent a text message to the number that only reports to himself at the beginning of each month.

After thinking about it, I sent another text message asking the other party to find a suitable house.Sure enough, for the time being, I still don't want the old man to know that he has returned.

"Mihuacho 5-chome, the famous Maori detective seems to live there." The atmosphere in the car was quiet, and some talkative drivers saw him put down his phone and couldn't help but start talking.

"Ah? Probably..." The young man lazily replied, "I have been abroad for the past few years, so I don't know much about the domestic situation." It seems that Poirot really has a detective agency.

But when he left seven years ago, the detective firm didn't have any business. It was said that the detective was of average level and could only receive some small commissions.Already famous now?

He has been in Italy for the past few years, and there is only one person who keeps in touch with him in China.

Originally, I wanted him to pick me up as a surprise.But the person who returned to the country this time happened to be out of the country, so I would have called to confirm the other party's whereabouts before returning.

When the driver uncle heard what he said, he became interested and told him about the deeds of the sleeping Mori Kogoro.

Apparently this uncle is also a fan of that Maori detective, and he speaks eloquently, with a look of respect and admiration in his words.

The young man listened quietly, with a slight smile on his lips, echoing a few words from time to time, so as not to embarrass the uncle driver who kept talking.

It's not too far from the airport to Mihua Town. The driver uncle realized that the destination was right in front of him.

Suddenly I felt a little embarrassed, "Ah, look at me, I didn't stop talking about Maori detectives, it's hard for you to listen all the way."

"It's okay, thanks to you, I also learned a lot of things. Just stop in front of the detective agency." The young man said with a smile.

The car stopped downstairs at the detective agency, the door of Poirot's restaurant opened, and Azusa Enomoto ran out with a handful of banknotes.

"Excuse me, is it the boss that Mr. Kishimoto said? This is the change you asked for."

She had just received a call from Mr. Kishimoto, saying that the real owner of the coffee shop had returned and asked her to pick it up at the door with some change.Because he had just returned to China, the boss didn't have much change to pay the taxi fare.

"Ah, yes. I'm Kurosawa. Excuse me, Enomoto-san, you can give it directly to the driver." The young man took out his suitcase from the trunk.

"Old, boss?" The uncle driver was a little surprised. He thought this young man came back from school outside, but he didn't expect to be the owner of this coffee shop.

Azusa Enomoto asked him the price with a smile, and handed over the money. "Yes, Mr. Kurosawa is our Poirot's boss."

In fact, it was the first time she saw the boss in real life, and she didn't expect the boss to be so young.The agent I have been in contact with before is Mr. Kishimoto.

The young man called Mr. Kurosawa smiled and waved to the driver uncle, "Thank you for taking me here, come and have coffee when you have time."

"Hey, okay, okay." The driver quickly responded, watching the two of them walk into the coffee shop, shaking his head, "It's really a shame, you are already the boss at a young age. The business of this coffee shop is very hot of."

Toru Amuro, who already knew from Azusa Enomoto that his boss who has been abroad for many years is coming back, was finishing the last step of embellishing the cake, when he heard the door open, he raised his head subconsciously.It is not meal time, and there is no one in the store.

"Mr. Amuro, this is the boss I told you about. Boss, this is the Mr. Amuro I mentioned to Mr. Kishimoto before. Thanks to him, the business in the store has improved a lot."

Amuro looked at the person who came in with a suitcase calmly. He originally thought that the person who bought this coffee shop many years ago would be an uncle or something, but he didn't expect to be so young.

The young man in front of him was wearing light coffee-colored casual clothes, flaxen curly hair, and a just-right smile on his face.

Even if it is said that he has just graduated from high school, some people will believe it.However, the information he knew from Azusa Enomoto, who bought Poirot eight years ago, is now 25 years old.Only four years younger than myself.

He wiped his hands and flashed a customary smile. "I'm Toru Amuro when we meet for the first time."

Although the vest has been stripped off by the little detective, he still needs to work here for the time being, and it is inevitable to leave a good impression on the boss.

"Kurosawa, hello. Enomoto-san has often praised you to Kishimoto. Kishimoto will talk about it every time he contacts you. I heard that Mr. Amuro's sandwiches and cakes are good. I don't know if you have the honor to try it today. one time?"

The expression on the young man's face remained unchanged, and the smile seemed to deepen. He pulled the suitcase and walked to a seat and sat down.

"The food on the plane is not delicious at all. I desperately need delicious food to relieve my poor stomach."

"Of course. I have already prepared a cake, what would you like to drink for coffee?" Kurosawa?Only one last name?

Is it inconvenient to say the name?Amuro thought subconsciously.Then he laughed, really, there is no case now, the other party is just an ordinary coffee shop owner, why suddenly the detective instinct is at work.

"Just a latte."

"Okay, wait a minute." Toru Amuro turned and went to prepare.

Kurosawa Toru looked at his back, lowered his eyes, and his eyelids covered the flash of thought that flashed in his eyes.

Although he doesn't care much about the organization's affairs, Brother Jin still showed him the list of main members of the organization. Isn't this blond and black-skinned Toru Amuro the Bourbon of the organization?

This is really...

I thought Brother Zhen would be the first one I saw when I returned home, but I didn't expect to see another member of the organization with a code name first.Bourbon, seems to be under the intelligence team Rum?

and many more……

Kurosawa frowned.

When Kishimoto told him that he had recruited a new waiter before, he didn't care too much, and just let the old employee Enomoto look at it for himself, and stay if it was suitable.Later, I just knew that the new waiter was a young man surnamed Amuro.

But now that I meet a real person and find out that Toru Amuro is Bourbon, isn't this guy receiving the salary from the organization and the salary from me?

Kurosawa Toru took another look at Toru Amuro, who was skillfully making coffee.

Well, forget it, since the turnover of the coffee shop has increased a lot after he came, it's okay to give two salaries.Anyway, he doesn't plan to use the money from the organization.

But having said that, why did Bourbon come to such a small coffee shop to work, and what kind of information did he want to collect?Or is there someone nearby who needs attention?