After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

Amuro Toru is wearing an apron and pinching a piping bag. His hand that usually holds a gun moves very steadily at this moment, drawing patterns on the cake, just like an excellent shop assistant.

The real person is hesitating how to open that head without being abrupt.

Sitting with his back against the door, the welcome bell jingled behind him, followed by the immature voice of a greeting, which made him feel bad. Looking back, it was indeed the young detective team.

Conan Edogawa walked at the end of the line. Being very sensitive to the environment and sight, he relied on his detective instinct to immediately turn his eyes to the abnormal direction. Sure enough, he saw the suspicious figure with his face covered tightly.

The real person lowered his head to avoid staring at each other, even though he knew it was downstairs at the Maori Detective Agency, he still couldn't help but slander why it was him again...

A few primary school students quickly sat a little far away, and they couldn't find Hui Yuan Ai after sweeping their eyes, so Masato heaved a sigh of relief.

Staying with Gin for so long, she will definitely notice something on her radar.

I was worried that it would be very troublesome to be interrogated by the police in case of a case, but fortunately it has been quite peaceful so far.

The children were sitting a little far away and playing a card game. There were not many customers in the restaurant, so the waiter Azusa Enomoto chatted with them, and Toru Amuro had the opportunity to serve this suspicious person wearing a hat and mask.

Put the dessert drink on the dinner plate, hold the bottom with one hand, and walk around the counter.

Toru Amuro put the dessert surrounded by exquisite cream on the table softly, and looked at the somewhat familiar guest calmly.

The guest raised his head, revealing his eyes hidden under the shadow of the baseball cap, and said in a voice that was deliberately lowered so that only two people could hear:

- "zero(0)."

"!"

Amuro Toru's hand holding the plate was strong, and accidentally knocked over the drink.

The real person's hand speed is extremely fast, and the consciousness quickly taps the keyboard and presses the object while the cup is tilting and falling.

Putting the glass with half of the juice in it on the table, he continued, "I'm Z."

"you……"

The code name "Z" is no stranger to the police who have been undercover all year round.

The junior who was outstanding in business a few years later than him, because he was away on a mission when Z joined, he had not met.

Toru Amuro's pupils were trembling, and he had already recognized this person from his eyes and extraordinary skills. He was the talent valued by Gin in the organization, the newcomer "Makoto Ito".

He once thought Makoto Ito would be the biggest threat rising in recent years, but he didn't expect——

Toru Amuro was so shocked that he finally recovered when Azusa Enomoto came to wipe the table.

Eye contact with a real person, knowing that now is not the best time to talk.

Speaking official words of apology and compensation, Amuro Toru, who wanted to leave a secret signal, saw the detective boy approaching from the corner of his eye, his eyes flickered, but he resisted doing so.

Azusa Enomoto wiped the water stains on the table, and Masato said that he didn't get any stains on his body and avoided it not far or near.

Knowing that his colleague had already found out that he was in the same group, the real person who officially joined him asked the system to set off a firework for himself. Although he didn't want to stay under the same roof with the god of death for a long time, Amuro transparently seemed to have something to say.

He had an idea, "Please help me pack."

The real person hadn't had a serious meal since he became a curse spirit, and his sense of taste was not very sensitive, but looking at the delicate red and white squares on the table still aroused his appetite.

"Are there other flavors for this dessert?"

Toru Amuro replied, "There are blueberries, bananas and cantaloupe."

The real person looked at him for three seconds, and decisively asked the system for help.

[Is this a code, is it a code? ]

From his perspective, the system could see the expression of another clerk, Azusa Enomoto, and did not find Toru Amuro's answer strange.

[no. ] Choose at will.

Immediately, Daoist was relieved, "One serving of all."

System: [... Can you eat it? ]

The real person doesn't know what his stomach volume is like now, so he entered the life of social animals in advance, and made up his mind to relax during the rare holiday: [I can't eat enough to put it in the warehouse! ] The time in the different space warehouse is fixed, and it will not be broken for a long time.

The system glanced at the interface full of mask weapons, who kept nagging about the lack of space in the grid warehouse before?

—

Toru Amuro was making desserts, and Makoto waited in the store without taking off his mask.

Toru Amuro, who has always been stable just now, was very strange when he knocked over the cup.

After another game ended, Edogawa Conan felt more and more familiar with the person sitting by the window, and finally couldn't help throwing down the cards and approached his playmate, asking him why he was wearing a mask.

The real person swallowed the saliva that was secreted again frantically, and looked deeply at the kid who was sitting directly opposite.

Trying to keep his voice down, "Of course I don't want to be recognized."

Edogawa Conan's eyes froze behind the lens, and he asked simply in a coquettish tone like a child seeking knowledge: "Why? Don't want to be recognized by anyone?"

The real person lowered his eyes and changed his words decisively, making it impossible to continue the topic.

"Because it's more handsome."

The corners of Edogawa Conan's eyes twitched slightly, and he could clearly feel that the other party refused to communicate wholeheartedly.

"Brother, do you want to pet Ada, he is very good now." At this time, Ayumi, a girl in the detective team, suddenly came over with the captain in her arms. It was Azusa Enomoto who accidentally mentioned this to the children.

Zhenren found that the facial paralysis program was automatically released as Ayumi approached, and his eyebrows twitched.

[Does the seven-year-old girl count? ]

The real person looked at the cat who was carried to his hand to eat and drink, spread his stomach and sleep, his arms that were in contact with the soft fur trembled slightly.

He knew he should say no, but...

[I am complete. ]

The real person caressed the snow-white belly of the three-colored cat, and expressed his emotion in the last sentence.

Ayumi shared: "Touch its ears too, they are super soft."

"okay."

The real person answered without thinking, and kept touching the white hair.

"..."

Makoto chose a location where he could see the small kitchen, and he could see the scene there from Amuro Toru's perspective.

He looked at it in a daze, and laughed out loud.

The appearance of stroking the cat is completely different from that of the organization.

—

After half an hour.

The real person was holding the packing box with one hand, and the one who had just touched the cat lifted it up and held it twice, still savoring the wonderful touch.

Suddenly a system voice sounded in his head: [Try to stay as far away from Conan as possible. ]

The real person said strangely, [What's the matter? ]

The system looked at the quiet blue sea of ​​data around it. The body composed of 1 and 0 was partly extended, and picked up a handful of numbers from the sea.

The host also had a special reaction when he encountered Edogawa Conan at close range on the cruise ship last time.

The numerical value is normal, but the data flow keeps surging.

Putting the data back into the sea, the system frowned at the non-existent eyebrows.

[No, maybe I'm overthinking, anyway, be careful. ]

[Know it. ]

The real person shrugged his shoulders for no reason, and drove home to enjoy the food first.

—

Practice has proved that his current stomach is a bottomless pit.

After eating in one breath, my stomach didn't bulge at all.

There is no sense of hunger or satiety, just eating is equivalent to not eating.

Toru Amuro left a contact number on the inside of the box with a perfect coincidence.

Zhenren has two mobile phones, one was brought over before time travel, and the other was purchased later.The latter is monitored by the organization as unsafe, and the former should be fine.

He took out the mobile phone from the lattice space, and it felt a little strange to hold it in the palm of his hand.

The time in the grid space is frozen, and the mobile phone that has not been turned on for a long time still has power. Just after jumping out of the interface, there is a series of text messages from different unfamiliar numbers prompting the bombardment of missed calls.

The real person held the phone in a daze, looking at the "99" behind the icon.

System reminder: [It's Gojo Satoru. ]

"he--"

The real person's voice stopped abruptly, and it sounded that he didn't understand the situation when he just crossed and left his number.

He took a numbly rough look, and there was no end in sight.

The system considerately reports: [A total of 650 and nine phone calls and 120 text messages. ]

"……Wow."

The real person's eyelids trembled. After the super magic spirit disappeared without a trace, adopting such a childish method was indeed the strongest style of that person, and he was a busy person, so he definitely didn't have so much free time to do it by himself.

"Let's buy another phone."

Suddenly the real person had an idea, "Wait...you help me block the positioning and the like."

[OK. ]

The system probably knew what he was going to do.

The real person released Gojo Satoru's number from the blocked list, took a deep breath, and started typing after brewing.

Fingers fluttered over the keyboard, ten greetings in a row without repetition.

I sent nearly a hundred messages but didn't receive a reply, and the real person had almost vented his emotions.

He moved his fingers and smiled slightly, "System, copy and paste and send it a few million times for me!"

"I'm not short of money now!"

Although it will be confiscated in the future, the most important thing he lacks now is money!

There are probably eyes watching behind this number, so the real person didn't use it to contact Toru Amuro, and quickly went to the nearby mobile phone store to re-comprador before sending a message, and agreed on a place and time for a detailed discussion.

At nine o'clock that night, the real person rushed to a certain overpass on time.

When he came, Toru Amuro seemed to have been waiting for a while.

Seeing the real person who didn't open the facial paralysis program, the corners of his mouth curled up, "You're not the same as usual."

The real person smiled, a little embarrassed: "Special camouflage skills."

He continued: "Zero, why didn't you contact the upline?"

According to what the real person observed during this period, the organization seems to be assessing Amuro Toru, and the stare is relatively strict, but it is not like that he can go to the Poirot Coffee Shop to meet with the other party today, it should not be completely impossible.

Anshi's eyes darkened slightly: "There are organized people in the police."

The atmosphere became tense in an instant, and the real person stopped breathing.

"However, it should be only a fringe person. I don't have the core information of the undercover agent. I already have a few guesses. Before I find out who that person is, don't contact him rashly."

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At the same time, in the mountains and forests outside the urban area of ​​Tokyo.

Gojo Satoru got off the plane after a business trip, and just returned to his teacher's dormitory at the High School of Magic and Magic.

He was going to take a shower, but the water had already started running in the bathroom.

When he undressed, he saw the phone that had been turned off by himself before, and turned it on casually. The continuous vibrating noise made him raise his eyebrows.

"This number is..."

Gojo Satoru saw the simple word "Curse" next to the default avatar, and a smile instantly broke out on his face.