Chapter 29 The dump truck is here

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 29 The dump truck is here

"Hey, Xiaolan, it's me... Oh, I know it's very sudden, but isn't I able to do anything about it..."

Tang Ze, who was sitting opposite, boredly packed a piece of candy in a spoon, and watched it grow and fall in the coffee, and listened to Conan making a sneaky call with his voice changer.

"Yes, the case is not clear yet, and the investigation will take a long time." Conan said, thinking of the two mysterious men in black and sighed sincerely, "I can't be sure how long it will take."

I don't know what Ran Maori asked on the phone, Conan organized the language with a tangled look on his face. Suddenly he looked up at Tang Ze who was playing with candy. He had an idea and said seriously to the phone receiver: "It's a very difficult case... This is an urgent secret commission. The relationship between the two is very complicated. I can only conduct independent investigations... Yes, it's very troublesome, because it may involve malfeasance and other issues in the police department, and I must keep it strictly confidential."

As Tang Ze listened, he realized something was wrong, so he put down the spoon and stared at the naughty child sitting opposite him.

"...It's very tricky. The whole case is now in a fog. I can't go back to Tokyo, otherwise I might be alarmed..." Conan moved his eyes awkwardly, not daring to look at Tang Ze, and coughed twice, "Ahem, anyway, I can't come back for the time being, don't worry, I'm very good now..."

"I can't make up the reason, I'm copying a commission and fooling Maori classmate, right?" After Conan put down his phone, Tang Ze rolled his eyes angrily.

Isn’t Conan’s description of Tang Ze’s case? With a few classic lines such as “I understand everything, but I don’t understand what I don’t understand, but I don’t understand what I don’t understand”, the reason sounds quite legitimate. After all, it involves the problem of malpractice, dereliction of duty and even more power and money transactions. It is indeed an errand that needs to be done secretly. You can be regarded as Shinichi Kudo to be an agent.

"Ah hahaha, anyway, you said that your case will have to wait until I have a channel to investigate. Is there any difference? The same ends are the same!" Conan smiled and scratched the back of his head, and was really embarrassed to graft the flowers in front of the person involved.

Tang Ze looked at him strangely and thought, "The prophet is talented. If he investigates the details of the case, he will really have the same fate. Maybe he will have a gin in the original case. Is it normal for him to have a model worker?

"Why are you ordering coffee again?" Conan quickly changed the subject and pointed to the cup in front of Tang Ze. "You live in a cafe, why do you come out and drink it?"

After buying the books, they were almost lunch time. Tang Ze, who was too lazy to rush back, took Conan to find a nearby restaurant for lunch.

Tang Ze sighed deeply and pointed at Conan, who was in love with the same illness, and he said: "Do you still have a chance to drink coffee now? Do Maori classmate ask you to drink?"

"I..." Conan was speechless for a moment and withdrew his finger.

"I'm about the same." Tang Ze picked up the cup and took a sip. "Although I'm not a child anymore, I don't know if it's because of my appearance or something else. Everyone in the store has never seen me as an adult. It's so scary. Mr. Amuro refused to even make cocoa yesterday, and only gave me hot milk..."

Conan observed Tang Ze's slightly rounded outline and nodded in agreement.

Tang Ze's mixed-blood appearance does not show profound facial features and bones, but rather it is reflected in the round and bulging apple muscles. If he didn't know in advance that this person was his new classmate, Conan would think he was from the central part of the country.

Middle school students in China are only two or three years older than primary school students.

"But it's quite strange, why do you live in a cafe?" Conan thought of Polo's Cafe and touched the book on the side of the table. "Although your parents are both abroad, even if you need a supervisor to take care of you in school, you should find a formal host family, right?"

The essence of the problem. Because the organization needs Bourbon to monitor him, but more importantly, the force majeure of the plot.

Tang Ze thought so in his heart and said, "I also find it strange, it seems that it is because the cafe owner is a friend of my parents. But I can't verify it. I haven't contacted my parents for two or three years."

Conan frowned: "Two or three years? It's too long."

His parents often live in the United States and come to Japan a few times a year, but he still calls them to chat with them every week and ask about their current situation. At most, due to time difference, instant messaging is a bit inconvenient.

Tang Ze stirred half of the coffee with a spoon, recalling: "They seem to have participated in confidential projects. They started to contact each other a few years ago and the phone was often not available. I don't know the details. One day more than two years ago, I received a call from my mother, who said that she and her father were going to participate in a special scientific expedition project, and it would be difficult to contact me next, so that I could take good care of myself. That was the last call between me and them."

Tang Ze slowly became a little stunning, with some fragmented pictures glimpsing and subtle sounds flowing through his ears like whispers by the pillow.

"Akira—This name means bright, bright..." "...Baby, you will laugh, come again..." "Mom and Dad are leaving..." "...See you next time, Azhao is just a big child..."

The messy clips floated up and down, and the soft and warm memories made Tang Ze feel depressed. He took out his cell phone, opened the email again, and found the stern and cold-worded email. This is definitely not the tone of the original parents talking to their children. This couple probably...

He closed his eyes gently.

"Are you okay?" Tang Ze's obvious distraction and loss Conan could see clearly. He was not a type with high emotional intelligence and didn't know where to comfort people.

Before Tang Ze could speak, their conversation was interrupted by the dispute between the opposite table.

"Are you annoyed?" The unshaven young man pushed away the paper on the table with disdain. "I don't want to paint these flyers all my life. If I continue to waste my inspiration in your company, my inspiration will be destroyed."

Opposite him, the middle-aged man with white hair mixed in his hair held the design drawing flying out, suppressed his anger and said, "Aihara! The performance will not come up in one day. If there are no these small orders, how should Party A pay attention to us? A bigger order already has already been available?"

"Ha, are they coming for your company or for me? I think you know very well?" The young man's attitude did not soften at all. "Without me, can you make this order? They have contacted me directly, so just treat this order as my resignation compensation."

"You...!" The middle-aged man didn't care about the paper in front of him and slapped the table angrily. The pencil at his hand was knocked away by him and fell on Tang Ze and the others' table.

Tang Ze, Conan, and two or three other customers in the store were attracted by the movement here and all looked at the two of them.

Realizing that he had disturbed other guests, the middle-aged man suppressed his anger and apologized to the others, said, "I'll go to the bathroom" and left the seat, and seemed to be preparing to calm down.

"What a strange person, why do you come to the store to talk about work..." Conan looked at the design drawings on their table in confusion. Are you really not worried about leaking the project content?

Tang Ze glanced at the young man looking up at the floor-to-ceiling window, impatiently looked at the young man with his phone, and then looked at the long steep ramp outside the shop.

Because he was going to use a mud truck to kill the disobedient employee... Tang Ze looked at Conan meaningfully.

As soon as the god of death came, the simple people of Rice Flower made a verdict...
Chapter completed!