The toothpick was Date Wataru's symbol.
Takagi Wataru had often seen Date Wataru with a toothpick in his mouth ever since he met him, and the connection between the two was so deep that shortly after the car accident, he would occasionally see the toothpick and would be startled into slowing down his steps.
The toothpick in front of the gravestone was small and silver, similar to the color of the marble, so it was hard to notice.
Takagi Wataru picked up the toothpick and subconsciously looked around blankly, his first thought being, "Has anyone visited Mr. Date?"
His second thought was, "Who came so early? Is it the friend Mr. Date told me about before he died?!"
He looked around for a few moments, but didn't find even a single figure, only a row of tombstones, and was a bit disappointed, "I guess I missed it."
He looked down again and continued to observe the toothpick.
This silver toothpick is longer than ordinary wooden toothpicks, the very end is very thin, but not sharp, the very top is rounded a few points, there is also a small engraved a small arrow through the heart pattern.
It didn't look like a toothpick that could be found anywhere, so there might be a clue.
After a moment's hesitation, Takagi Wataru put the toothpick away with a handkerchief and turned his head to check the mausoleum's visitor's register.
There were many recent visits on the register, and the names of the visitors and the deceased to be visited were clearly written in various handwriting.
But strangely enough, Takagi Wataru had gone through the list of visitors for the past month, and except for the one he had signed today, there was no record of anyone else visiting Date Wataru.
He could only close his hand in confusion and leave his contact information and request at the doorman, "If anyone comes to visit Officer Date Wataru, could you please pass my contact information to him and tell him that Mr. Date left a box relic with me."
"Please."
After visiting Date Wataru, the next destination was a sweet store.
The dessert Mr. Inoue asked for was a simple one, but the dessert store was a specific one, one that had been recently searched for.
Takagi Wataru had heard of the 'super handsome detective'.
He seriously suspected that Inoue's real intention was not for the desserts, but for the famous detective in the dessert shop. However, since he was very busy with work recently and everyone was very irritable, he might get beaten up by the Piranha Plant if he said it, so he didn't dare to say it.
The mausoleum is not in the busy area of Tokyo, and it's almost half an hour away from the dessert store.
When Takagi Wataru successfully arrived at the dessert shop, it was already 9:40. He pushed open the door and walked in. He was the first to see that
A young man came out from the kitchen behind the glass counter, holding a cup of coffee, moving his shoulders carelessly, and casually greeted the owner, "Then I'll go up and rest first."
The shop owner chased after him helplessly and stopped at the stairs, "Okay, okay, don't play games all night next time, it's too tiring."
The young man waved his hand without looking back, took a sip of coffee, his originally careless movements stopped for a split second, and his brow instantly furrowed.
After swallowing that mouthful of coffee completely, the young man resumed his lazy look, he glanced over sideways, his eyes swept over Takagi Wataru, and continued to walk upstairs.
From the beginning to the end, even when the young man glanced sideways, Takagi Wataru never saw his full face, only two-thirds of his face at most.
But he still stopped in his tracks: No wonder, no wonder Inoue-sensei repeatedly told him to buy from this store, he really doesn't want to get drunk, haha...
Laughing dryly, Takagi Wataru retraced his steps and walked up to the counter, "Hello, I'd like a tiramisu and iced americano, takeout, please."
The shopkeeper was wearing an Ishida Eiko name tag.
She leaves the bottom of the stairs, walks up to the counter, looks Takagi Wataru up and down, a somewhat subtle caution appears on her face, and the first words out of her mouth aren't greetings, but rather, "The one who went up there just now isn't a clerk, and won't be helping out in the store."
[Don't look.]
"He's a detective, he just solved a case a while ago, he's not only sharp, he's also very good at what he does."
She looked Takagi Wataru up and down again, emphasizing, "He could easily take down a man."
Takagi Wataru: "?"
"Very, very impressive," He quipped, a little bewildered, tentatively, swallowing the question in passing, "I've heard of Mr. Mirai."
But, why say that to him, with special emphasis...?
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he realized that the alarm on Ishida Eiko's face had intensified, so he hurriedly spoke up and added, "I'm a coworker of Officer Inoue's, and she couldn't make it to get the desserts on her shift today, so she asked me to help her out."
On second thought, he glanced upstairs and added self-consciously, "Just a coworker."
"A colleague of Officer Inoue," Ishida Eiko's alarm was half gone, then heightened by Takagi Wataru's glance upstairs, "You're not on good terms? Why not?"
It's not because you're a pervert, is it?!
It's not because you're a pervert, is it?! It's not 'Ms. Inoue and I both like you very much, can you please ask Mr. Mirai to go deeper with me and Ms. Inoue' again, is it!
Takagi Wataru noticed this alertness and couldn't help but put a question mark: "?"
"Ah, yes, we don't see each other very often, she said just give her name and you'll know the flavor."
"I'll get the check first."
Ishida Eiko glanced warily at Takagi Wataru a few more times and turned her head to make sure that the counter door was closed and the person outside the counter couldn't just open the door and go upstairs before turning her head to get the desserts, "Ms. Inoue only orders the same thing every day, so I know the flavor... no need to check out... I'll put it on the bill first... just take the items and go..."
It's better to disappear in a second and not stay for a second.
Takagi Wataru was unsure, but nodded in response, "Okay."
He looks down at the desserts on the counter, and hesitates a bit: since Officer Inoue buys them every day, removing the 'Mr. Mirai' factor, doesn't that mean the desserts are pretty good?
Should I buy some more and share them with everyone? Just in time, we can even give it to Satō Miwako.
With that in mind, Takagi Wataru spoke up, "Well, could you recommend some... Huh?"
His eyes settled on one of the desserts on the counter: a finger-sized piece of cake in red velvet, topped with a silver toothpick, the tip of which was engraved with a small one-arrow-through-the-heart motif.
It looked exactly like the toothpick on Date Wataru's tombstone!
Takagi Wataru quickly asked, "Hello, do you have many cakes with toothpicks like this in the store? Are there any take-outs today?"
Considering Date Wataru's age, he said, "A male in his 20s or 30s? Please!"
Ishida Eiko glanced at the cake, "What?"
She looked Takagi Wataru up and down, her gaze no longer wary but the exact gaze of a pervert, "Not today, but a while ago."
"There was a young man in his twenties or thirties who used to buy this cake, according to him, it looks like a heart and can show love to his girlfriend."
Without waiting for Takagi Wataru's eyes to light up, she said the impressive name, "Moroboshi Dai."
Ishida Eiko finished packing up the desserts that Officer Inoue needed and pushed them to Takagi Wataru, saying quietly, "The only customer who has ever been on our blacklist."
"That guy had the good sense not to come back after Valentine's Day."
She slapped the table and made a perverted sound, "It's packed, please leave!"
"Bye!"
Takagi Wataru: "???"
Ichijō Mirai puts down his coffee cup and moves his sore, phantom shoulders a few times, glances downstairs at the sound of the voice and guesses, "There's not another random pervert, is there?"
"Not bad for Japan."
He opened the game pod and entered the game.
[Police Academy Newcomer].