The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

Qin Zhibo was a little surprised by Matsumoto Ryohei's sudden visit, but he still invited him in.

"I heard that you went to the United States a while ago?"

As soon as he put down the lunch box, Matsumoto Ryohei asked.

Qin Zhibo was a little helpless. Why did everyone know about his trip to the United States? What did this make the Japanese police officer next to him think?

Qin Zhibo glanced at Toru Amuro's expression, but found that Toru Amuro was not moved by it.

"Well, I went to take care of some things."

Matsumoto Ryohei nodded, "If you want to go to the United States next time, please inform me in advance and we can go together."

"You want to go to the United States too?" Qin Zhibo asked doubtfully.

"Well, the art museum is adding some new collections recently, and I need to go to the United States to see them."

Matsumoto Ryohei said, looking at the uneaten half of Toru Amuro's secret sandwich on the table, and raised his hand to bring it to his nose.

Sniff~

“The quality of this sandwich seems to be okay, but the selection of ingredients is not very sophisticated, and the choice of ham is a big failure.”

“The best thing about a ham sandwich is the ham, and if the ham isn’t good, there’s nothing else.”

Toru Amuro, who was next to him, looked startled. Then, the skin between his eyebrows squeezed into two vertical lines, and he said quarrelsomely: "Oh? So, you make better ham sandwiches than me?"

"Yes."

Matsumoto Ryohei nodded matter-of-factly.

This made Toru Amuro, who had always been proud, immediately look at the lunch box brought by Matsumoto Ryohei unconvinced, "Can you take out the ham sandwich you made so that I can take a look?"

"Can."

Matsumoto Ryohei opened the lunch box from the cloth bag. The lunch box is a high-end ceramic lunch box, which has higher thermal insulation than Amuro's transparent plastic lunch box.

Seeing this, Toru Amuro immediately felt his heart skip a beat.

Have you met an expert?

The ceramic lunch box is divided into two compartments on the left and right, with three sandwiches placed on each compartment. Matsumoto Ryohei pointed to the compartment on the left and said, "Please taste it."

Amuro Toru picked up one of the ham sandwiches and smelled it. Just as he was about to put it in his mouth, Qin Zhibo reached out and stopped him.

"Wait a minute, do you really want to eat?"

Toru Amuro was a little puzzled. He was just eating a ham sandwich, but looking at Qin Zhibo's strange look, it was as if he was holding a bottle of potassium cyanate and was about to drink it all in one gulp.

"Is it possible that the teacher is not full and still wants to eat this?"

Qin Zhibo shook his head quickly like a rattle, then turned to look at Matsumoto Ryohei, "Is this edible?"

Toru Amuro: "?"

Matsumoto Ryohei: "Yes."

Just like that, Toru Amuro took a bite of the sandwich while Qin Zhibo looked at the warrior.

The moment the sandwich entered his mouth, Toru Amuro's eyes widened immediately, with a somewhat incredulous expression.

The aroma and umami taste of this oil, a touch of sweet and sour taste, and the aroma of nuts

Toru Amuro immediately lifted the toast slices, revealing the ham inside. The white fat and bright red meat blended into a perfect painting.

Next to him, Ryohei Matsumoto explained: “We use the highest grade acorn Iberian black pig ham. The ham itself has a nutty aroma. Pair it with freshly baked toast slices and apply a small amount of fresh tomato juice to neutralize the ham meat itself. The greasy taste retains the original flavor of top-grade ham to the greatest extent.”

“This is a real ham sandwich”

After Matsumoto Ryohei's introduction, Toru Amuro was shocked.

He had only heard of Iberian black pig ham, and it was very expensive. Just one slice was worth more than 1,000 yen.

The raw materials of the ham I use are cheap ones bought in the supermarket. After including the processing fee, they are not as valuable as the piece of ham added here.

But Toru Amuro didn't think he had lost. He ate the sandwich in two bites and retorted: "If it's an ordinary sandwich, you should do what I do. Use affordable products for toast and ham, and fill it with seasonings." The ingredients themselves don’t have enough flavor, so I used olive oil to enhance the rich flavor of the ham, and used mayonnaise and Japanese bean paste.”

Toru Amuro was talking about his secret formula, and Matsumoto Ryohei immediately asked a soul torture.

"Are you eating condiments or food?"

Toru Amuro: "..."

Matsumoto Ryohei continued: "The more advanced the ingredients, the simpler the processing steps required. The more condiments are added, the more it deviates from the taste of the ingredients themselves."

"Such food cannot be called food, it can only be called 'mixed feed'."

Toru Amuro: "..."

Qin Zhibo was a little surprised when he saw the exchange between the two gourmets.

Toru Amuro is a Japanese police officer. Logically speaking, he should have a very stable character. He would only laugh and say "yes, yes, yes" to such trivial matters to get rid of them. However, he did not expect that Toru Amuro would seriously confront Matsumoto Ryohei.

It seems that this police officer has a somewhat competitive personality.

However, Qin Zhibo had some doubts about whether this was really Iberian black pig ham, and he reached out to pick up the sandwich placed in the right grid.

As he slowly stretched out his hand, Matsumoto Ryohei suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Qin Zhibo's move.

"This is my breakfast, and yours is on the other side. But if you insist on tasting it, please do so."

Matsumoto Ryohei let go of his hand and handed the choice to Qin Zhibo.

The one on the left is one that Toru Amuro has eaten and thinks is normal, and the one on the right is "Matsumoto's exclusive".

There was no need to choose. Qin Zhibo decisively picked up the ham sandwich on the left, opened it and took a look at the ham inside. It looked like it was indeed Iberian black pig ham.

On the side, Toru Amuro looked at the "Matsumoto Special" in the lunch box and was a little curious. Is this any different from what he eats?

"This." Toru Amuro pointed to the sandwich on the right, "Can I have a taste?"

"Please, if you want." Matsumoto Ryohei had a kind smile on his face and still gave the same answer.

Just when Amuro Toru stretched out his hand, Qin Zhibo grabbed Amuro Toru's wrist with one hand and shook his head firmly.

"No, you don't want to eat."

Toru Amuro: "."

Soon, all three Iberico ham sandwiches in the lunch box on the left were wiped out.

Qin Zhibo ate one and Amuro Toru ate two.

During this period, several people also learned about each other's superficial identities through conversation, as detectives, detective assistants and art museum directors.

After eating, Matsumoto Ryohei glanced at his watch and put away the lunch box.

"It's time for me to go to work in the art museum. Goodbye, you two."

"Goodbye"×2

When Matsumoto Ryohei walked to the door carrying the lunch box, he saw the metal disc hanging on the door. He was startled for a moment. He subconsciously had an occupational disease and wanted to take a look at it.

But the moment his fingers were about to touch the old seal symbol, Matsumoto Ryohei stopped again and retracted his hand hesitantly.

“Tasteful ornaments.”

Matsumoto Ryohei left this comment, opened the door and left.

After finishing breakfast, Qin Zhibo was about to leave to start today's plan, and turned around and handed over the office to Toru Amuro.

"Teacher, this is your first day and you can leave the office to me alone, is that okay?"

"You can do it." Qin Zhibo patted Toru Amuro on the shoulder soothingly, "I believe you!"

Toru Amuro watched Qin Zhibo walk out of the office door from the window on the second floor, took a taxi and left.

On the first day that the office fell into his hands, Toru Amuro immediately started exploring mode, preparing to take a look at the bedroom door that was closed at that moment.

He reached out and turned the doorknob. It was locked.

Toru Amuro smiled confidently, knowing that such a trivial matter would not trouble him.