Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

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"Novel is generally just a pleasure to read. Except for historical reality and the like, some readers may dig deeper into it, but few people will care about fictional novels.

Although the novels I write are also based on reality, if someone looks deeper, they should also question the incorrect terminology or work process when I write about forensic medicine. But that reader discussed with me the possibility of the criminal committing the crime, the rigor of the case, and so on.

Although the other party said that he was engaged in related work, which made people wonder if he was a police officer, I always felt that something was wrong. "Looking at Gin's eyes, Imaguchi began to explain.

The cases he wrote about were all based on imagination. Although they were fabricated, if they were sorted out, they would be possible to implement. The other party's attitude was so serious that Imaguchi couldn't continue writing.

"Go back and show me." Although it was impossible to judge based on these few words, Gin had already realized in his heart that the other party was not a policeman.

"it is good."

Imaguchi Kokoro and Ginjiu drove while chatting, and soon arrived at their destination. Imaguchi Kokoro asked Ginjiu to go in first and help him order something to eat, while he went to a clinic not far away.

He plans to buy some cold medicine to take. Although the special medicine inside the tissue is more effective, his body will not be able to withstand it if he keeps taking it.

Wearing a mask, he opened the door and walked in. He saw Dr. Shinde packing his things inside, and Imaguchi quickly stopped him.

"Hello, new doctor, I'm feeling a little unwell, can you prescribe me some medicine?"

Imaguchi's slightly hoarse voice sounded. Doctor Shinde looked back at the woman wearing glasses and a mask in front of him, and was stunned for a moment.

"Okay, Miss Imaguchi, what's wrong with you?" Dr. Shinde asked gently.

"I have a cold, my throat is a little sore, my nose is runny, and my head is a little dizzy." Imaguchi touched his dry throat, his voice was hoarse and low.

"Okay, then I'll prescribe some medicine for you." Dr. Shinde stopped the nurse who wanted to help register. Instead of writing an order, he directly helped to get a few boxes of medicine from the medicine cabinet and handed it to Imaguchi Koshin. .

"Thank you, Doctor Shinde!" Imaguchi nodded heartily, took out the money from his wallet and handed it to Doctor Shinde.

"You're welcome." Doctor Shinde smiled and packed his things.

Seeing Imaguchi taking the medicine and leaving like this, the nurse was a little confused.

"A new doctor, no need to register, can you do a check-up?" Is it okay to just sell the medicine to the other party directly?

"Miss Imaguchi just now, he is a regular customer. Whenever the weather is cold and the seasons change, he gets sick and needs to buy some medicine. Every time he just has a cold, if it is serious, he has a little rhinitis or bronchitis. He does not need to see a doctor. Know what medicine to take.

So it is not necessary to do a check-up. If you are too busy, you can sell him medicine directly. "Dr. Shinde understood the confusion on the nurse's face and explained.

The reason why he can do this is also because most of the medicines he wants to buy today are just ordinary medicines, and there are no special medicines, so there is no big need to open an order or not.

After all, placing the order was just for him to make a record. The medicine Imaguchi bought was the same every time, so it didn't matter whether he kept a medical record or not.

"So that's it." The nurse nodded.

With the medicine in hand, Imaguchi returned to Mr. Murakami's restaurant. In the restaurant, Gin was already sitting on his seat with a glass of beer in his hand.

"Azhen, what did you order?" Imaguchi sat down next to Gin, looking at the various items on the menu above his head, feeling like he wanted to eat every one of them.

"Curry potato rice bowl, tempura, ramen, see what else you want before ordering." Gin had a beer glass in his hand, but he didn't drink it, but kept shaking it.

"I want another piece of fried fish and a bowl of miso soup." Imaguchi saw the beautiful fried fish on other customers' tables, and suddenly felt like eating it.

"Okay, please wait!" The boss smiled and nodded after hearing this, and poured a glass of beer for Imaguchi.

"Thank you!" Jinguchi picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The aroma of wheat filled his mouth, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly. It was so exciting!

"Tsk~" Gin laughed sarcastically when she saw his appearance. I only drank beer in my heart now. Even higher-alcohol wine felt too spicy, so I was still a little drunkard.

Imaguchi gestured at Gin with all his teeth and claws, but Gin was not angry and just sat there and looked at him.

Imaguchi also realized in his heart that he was a little too childish, so he changed the subject with some embarrassment, took out his mobile phone and showed Gin the review of the novel he wrote.

"By the way, that's this guy. I think he's weird." Imaguchi pointed to a picture on his phone. Inside the picture was a letter without a signature.

"And because I was still relatively young when I first started writing the novel, the address I left at that time was not here, but over there in Kanazawa. Later, when I came to Mihua, there were too many things, and it was troublesome to change the address.

Therefore, I have not changed the information. All letters sent to me by readers are sent to Kanazawa. I have made an agreement with the postman there, and he will send letters to me regularly every month.

Therefore, readers should not know my specific address. Even this mobile phone number should only be known by the editor. I don’t know why this reader was able to send the letter directly to me. The information about me in the letter was accurate, including my nickname, my mobile phone number and address. "

Imaguchi thought at first that this letter was also sent by the postman from Kanazawa, but later after looking at the address and information, he realized that the letter was sent directly to him.

And because the other party's address and information were anonymous, Imaguchi didn't even know who the other party was. Because there was only one letter, he didn't know where to look.

After hearing what Imaguchi said, Gin's eyes became a little dangerous, and his body was exuding a cold air. Imaguchi felt a little nervous, but he still patted Gin's arm gently to let him relax.

"Let me check." Gin suppressed his anger and said to Imaguchi.

"Okay." Imaguchi nodded heartily, "Don't think about it now, aren't we going out to eat? The meal is almost ready."

"Ah."