Conan: Detectives and Dogs Are Not Allowed

[Dave's family in another world is collecting brains at a high price~]

[Warning: The timeline of the science world is abnormal~]

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Evening.

Poirot Cafe is about to end its business for the day, and only a few leisurely guests are still slowly savoring the coffee in their hands.

"Dingling~"

The bell on the door suddenly rang, telling everyone that a new guest has arrived.

"Welcome~" Azusa Enomoto said the welcome words reflexively, but when she saw the face of the visitor clearly, she couldn't help showing a hint of surprise on her face, "Huh? Isn't this the store manager? Why are you here at this time?"

The visitor is a young man in his twenties, with black hair and brown eyes. He wears a simple black sweater and a white shirt inside, and exudes a calm temperament.

Taro Jyouno, a guy who has inexplicably traveled to this wonderful world for more than a month.

Hearing Enomoto Azusa's question, Jouno Taro smiled and replied: "Ms. Azusa, good evening. Today is the day to pay the rent, and Mr. Mori and I have an appointment to meet here."

"Oh, so that's it!" Enomoto Azusa nodded in sudden realization, but then asked curiously, "Mr. Mori is upstairs. If you want to find him, why don't you go upstairs directly?"

Jouno Taro walked around the back of the bar, and the expression on his face became a little subtle: "Well... How should I put it? Mr. Mori runs a detective agency. I always feel that it's a bit weird to go up to him directly."

"You make sense." Enomoto Azusa was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and his eyes instantly turned into small eyes. Indeed, people who usually go to the detective agency have something to ask for, and if you go up rashly, it will indeed feel a bit strange.

Azusa Enomoto watched Taro Jouno take out a bottle of vodka with a 96% alcohol content from his arms, and couldn't help but remind him: "Manager, it's not appropriate to drink here."

Taro Jouno smiled nonchalantly: "What are you afraid of? I'm not selling it." As he said that, he took out two wine glasses, skillfully filled them with ice cubes, and started to mix the drinks.

Although he is not a professional bartender, he obviously has his own way of dealing with this bottle of high-proof vodka called "water of life".

He chose sparkling water as a match, mixing it in a ratio of 1 to 4, and easily reduced the alcohol content to less than 20 degrees.

The freshness of the sparkling water not only did not cover up the unique flavor of the vodka, but made the whole glass of wine more refreshing and pleasant.

Add a few black currants and a large ice cube, and a special "Blood Burning Special" (low-alcohol version) is ready.

Azusa Enomoto watched Taro Jouno's series of operations. Although she felt a little helpless, as a clerk, she could only follow the manager's arrangements.

At this moment, the bell on the door rang again. Azusa Enomoto looked up and saw that the person who came was wearing a blue suit and had a mustache. It was Kogoro Maori.

"Welcome, Mr. Maori~" Azusa Enomoto greeted habitually.

"Good evening, Miss Azusa." Kogoro Maori responded, and was immediately attracted by the blood-burning special in Taro Jouno's hand.

"Is this the good wine 'Water of Life' you mentioned?" Kogoro Maori looked excited and his voice was a little louder, attracting curious glances from other guests.

"Mr. Maori, please don't make loud noises~" Azusa Enomoto reminded with a distressed look, and then quickly explained to the curious guests that the cafe did not sell alcohol, and it was just a drink for the manager and friends to have a small gathering.

An elderly man wearing a gray cap interrupted with a smile: "What? I thought the coffee shop was going to be changed into an izakaya. It turns out that the new store manager and Mr. Maori are going to open a special restaurant."

Azusa Enomoto's expression was a little embarrassed. She rolled her eyes at her store manager and explained to the old man with a smile: "Mr. Shitara, please don't talk nonsense. Our coffee shop will not be changed into an izakaya."

On the other side, Taro Jouno and Kogoro Maori had already found a comfortable booth to sit down.

"Come on, Mr. Maori, try this glass of wine I made by myself and see how it tastes?" Taro Jouno pushed a glass of blood-burning special in front of Kogoro Maori with anticipation on his face.

"Okay, then I won't be polite!" Kogoro Maori picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. "Well, it's really refreshing!" He couldn't help but exclaimed.

Taro Jouno smiled and shook the wine glass in his hand, and also took a sip, enjoying the unique taste.

"Taro, your drink is really amazing!" Maori Kogoro exclaimed sincerely. Compared with the ordinary beer and sake in the izakaya he often visited, this blood-burning special drink of Jyono Taro made him feel bright, and he felt that the past thirty years had been wasted.

The perfect fusion of sparkling water and vodka, coupled with the fruity aroma of blackcurrant, makes every sip heart-warming.Relaxed and refreshing.

More importantly, this bottle of wine has been specially treated by the golden finger obtained by Taro Jouno after crossing over, and has been injected with special emotional particles, which can make people feel the excitement of fighting blood when tasting it.

"Haha, as long as Mr. Maori likes it." Taro Jouno responded modestly.

"Taro, don't be too polite. You are only three years older than my daughter, just call me uncle." Maori Kogoro's face has flushed, and he is obviously very satisfied with this glass of wine.

"In this case, I'd rather obey than be respectful. Uncle Maori, my father threw this store to me, and it really cheated me a lot." Taro Jouno changed the address and started chatting with Maori Kogoro.

"Haha, the former manager is also for your own good, wanting you to exercise more." Maori Kogoro responded with a smile, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little weird about the way his old friend educates his son.

After Taro Jouno crossed over, he became the son of the manager of Poirot Cafe.

After graduating from high school, the original did not go to college or find a job. He stayed at home all day tinkering with strange things.

His cheap father couldn't stand it anymore, so he cut off his living expenses. It was not enough, so he simply gave him the coffee shop under his name to run, and ran back to his hometown in Hokkaido to enjoy a good life, leaving only one month's rent and a pile of mess.

The two chatted while drinking, complaining about all kinds of unpleasant things in daily life. After a few sips of wine, they soon got to the point.

Jiono Taro took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Maori Kogoro: "Here, this is the rent for this month, Mr. Maori, count it."

"Haha, no problem, no problem." Maori Kogoro took the envelope and began to count. The envelope was neatly filled with 15 brand new 10,000 yen banknotes (Japanese yen), and the unique ink fragrance of the new banknotes made him drink two more sips.

"Yes, I received the rent." Maori Kogoro confirmed happily.

"That's good. As for the rent increase I mentioned before..." Jouno Taro smiled awkwardly, "Do you think it can be delayed?"

"Well..." Maori Kogoro's drunkenness subsided a little, and he began to feel embarrassed, "You know, prices are rising rapidly now, and my family has a little kid recently, so the expenses are even greater..."

Jouno Taro was a little speechless. As a detective, he didn't do his job well, but actually transferred the pressure of raising Conan to him?

"Well, prices have indeed been rising recently." Jionno Taro sighed helplessly, "It's just that this rent increase is a bit difficult for me."

"In fact, the increase is not much, just 10,000 yuan per month." Maori Kogoro's cheeks were as red as ripe apples. He patted Jionno Taro's shoulders and said drunkenly, "Taro, your wine is absolutely amazing! If you sell it on the market, it will definitely be a hit! By then, let alone the small matter of rent increase, you can even make back the money for opening a branch!"

Jionno Taro had a helpless smile on his lips, and said perfunctorily: "Yeah, I'll think about it carefully." His mind was not on this, but chatting with Maori Kogoro about family matters.

Maori Kogoro didn't seem to notice Jionno Taro's perfunctory attitude. He excitedly took the envelope containing the rent, stood up, and staggered out.

He left the cafe impatiently without even saying goodbye, probably to go to the small steel ball shop or izakaya to find his fun again.

Looking at Maori Kogoro's back, Jionno Taro couldn't help but feel more resentful. He thought indignantly: This middle-aged uncle only knows how to drink and have fun, and he doesn't understand my difficulties at all!

After closing, Jionno Taro's anger was still not calmed.

He walked to the daily recommendation sign at the door of the store, picked up a pen, and wrote a line of big words without hesitation: "Detectives and dogs are not allowed to enter!"