"Sir, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Uh... why did you ask this all of a sudden?"

On Sunday, after get off work, in front of the bar, Solan's drinking action stopped.

It is true that Shirley is not old enough to drink, but she hasn't been drinking, so it's not enough to cause Solan to choke in the throat with strong alcohol. Of course, Solan was not choked, even though the strong vodka was stuck in his throat.

"Because you're always looking at your phone."

Shirley sat pretty on the stool, pointing her chin with one hand and looking at Solan with a smile. Although she got off work, she was still wearing the policewoman uniform seriously, with a slender waist tied, just like every soldier who had just received the Medal of Honor must wear it to shine for a long time.

So naturally, the drunkards around were already very excited. If there were no other police officers sitting next to them, I believe they had come over like a cat that smelled fishy. Under the warm lights of the bar, Shirley's platinum hair color had its own flashing effect, and her white and tender pretty face was bright red, and she seemed to be drunk without drinking.

"Okay, it turns out that seeing the phone means having a girlfriend, I understand." Solan smiled and put away his phone: "I'm humbly taught and correct me, so as not to be caught by bad people in the future!"

After saying that, both of them chuckled lightly, Solan drank vodka again, while Shirley pecked at the rare yellow orange juice here.

It is now 7:30 pm. After the case analysis meeting in the afternoon was completed, according to the instructions of team leader Claude, all members came to the bar to gather together. So Shirley was not old enough to come in and join in the fun. A row of policemen sat here, who would come to make trouble?

"I'll tell you, John, I was back then..."

Just next to Solan, Claude was chatting with Irish John, and both of them were drunk a little. Shirley sat on the edge, and no one could bother her except Solan. After all, she was the only girl in the group, and her age and identity were here. Obviously... it was not anyone who could chat with her.

"Actually, you guessed it was indeed sent by my girlfriend." Solan smiled indifferently: "Her name is Nina, she is studying in the Department of Literature at the University of Washington. She just informed me that she would eat sauce-flavored pork ribs with her best friend tonight. Well, it is made of beef, and this selection of ingredients is also interesting."

Solan's voice was very light, and he would definitely not be able to hear clearly when two people were separated. Claude and John on the other side were talking loudly.

"Yes, it turns out that I really have a mysterious girlfriend."

Shirley smiled relaxedly, her light amber-like eyes turned, and nodded to show her awareness: "So, sauce-flavored pork ribs? It turns out that she is still very good at Chinese cuisine? Did you learn it from you?"

"Uh... she actually taught herself because she knew I liked Chinese food. As for my reasons, you have heard from me, I have had 108 Chinese ex-girlfriends..."

"Ah, I know, super love Saint Adams, modern Don Juan who changes his girlfriend a day. No one knows this world, no one knows it." After Shirley said that, she couldn't help but smile and giggled.

"Hey, what are you two talking about? You're so happy?"

Claude suddenly diverted his attention. After five cups of tequilas, he looked at Solan in a daze, and Shirley said, "I tell you, boy, do you know why I arranged you next to my daughter?"

The old guy's tongue was not working well. Solan looked at Shirley from the bottom of his eyes and immediately saw her, but his ears were obviously standing up: "Start at her for you and don't drink, so that you can drink well, right?"

"Bingo! You answered correctly!"

Claude was really drunk, and Solan didn't even notice when he had drunk so much: "Come on, boy, have another drink, just stay in my house tonight, baby Shirley, you're responsible for driving us both!"

"I think beautifully." Shirley muttered softly, not looking at anything, just lowering her head and drinking her own juice.

Solan swept to the left and right sides, a daughter and a father, clamped himself in the middle, and John on the other side was already asleep. Looking at the center of the bar, several other colleagues were also talking. Seeing Solan coming, two people raised their glasses to him at the same time.

"Oh my God, see what time it's now." He suddenly looked at his watch, and his tone was exaggerated: "I have to leave, or I really have to urge me, that...Sherley, I'm urging me, let's go first."

Shirley nodded silently and looked at Cloud, who was asking the bartender to fill another glass.

"Then I won't give it to you, Solan, I have my father to take care of you." She smiled and said, "His alcohol capacity is actually quite average. Five full glasses of agave. Where do you think he got the interest tonight?"

"Well... the establishment of the task force? The joy of becoming the team leader?" Solan got up and put on his shirt: "Don't ask him, haha, at our age, he will definitely swear 'Don't worry about the adult affairs, kids, right?"

After saying this, he had already stood up. Shirley did not get up to see him off. After a gentle bow, she only left a silent smile. Claude did not notice Solan's departure and was still talking loudly. However, the other two colleagues clapped his hands at him in a hip-hop manner, and they were both drunk.

"Hey, police officer, are you going to leave the army?" At the door, a white-haired vagabond held a beer glass and said drunkenly: "This is not good. Let me tell you that I also did with the Vietnamese Communist Party in Xishan. Unite this thing... is a good thing..."

Solan pushed the door and walked out of the bar.

On the streets under the night, cool air flows from all directions, which is very different from the atmosphere inside the house. At 7:30, it was just when nightlife was just opened, and there was a bar street, opposite a side dish that specializes in providing late-night snacks for alcoholics.

"Claude Harber really wants to make his daughter... Tsk tsk, this old guy is really a good deal. How did you know I was in Gotham's real estate?"

After muttering this, he immediately waved to a taxi. When passing by the bar street at night, the driver thought it was Solan who was asking for trouble, so he took the initiative to roll the window down as soon as he approached.

"Relax, man, it's not checking your driver's license." He entered the back seat and said, "No. 55, Elliott Harbor Road, just stop by the road."

"Eliot, wow, there has been a place of trouble recently." The driver was relieved, but when he heard the address, he suddenly shrank his neck: "I said, officer, you must know the case of the corpse dumping a few days ago, right? When will you catch the murderer? We taxi drivers don't dare to go there casually in the middle of the night, so we are afraid that we will be cut by the pervert at any time!"

"Thank you for your urge, man, I'm going to investigate tonight. Are you smoking?"

This address did put mental pressure on the driver. He took the cigarette butt without thanking him: "The No. 55 you are going to, that's a warehouse, are you investigating the hiding place of the murder weapon?"

Solan leaned comfortably in the back seat and frowned at the rearview mirror: "I shouldn't talk about the police secrets, sir."

The driver immediately shut up and drove toward his destination quickly. It is located near the police station, not far from Elliott Bay, and it can be reached in ten minutes. Pinching this empty spot, Solan took out his cell phone, opened the lock screen, and opened Facebook.

Nina just sent the latest news.

"The ribs have been stewed, so I won't leave them for you. Sosuo and I will solve them all. Also, again, Sosuo's intuition has always been very accurate. Are you sure you don't have to go to Walker Beef Shop to take a look? O'Leyre's red eye disease is really scary."

Solan chuckled gently, shook his head, and entered the reply.

"If every red-eyed patient is a zombie transformant, then this world will be controlled by the puppet masters long ago. My dear, don't worry, I am a professional policeman, Detective Conan."

After a while this content was posted, Nina's reply arrived.

"Yes, wherever you go, you are indeed Conan. So the question is, our dear Wannian elementary school students are constantly wandering between Ran Mori and Ai Haibara. So where is my dear Wannian zombie boyfriend going to find his own new Ichi-spring?"

It was this kind of teasing again, and this routine again, Nina's old trick, Solan sent a reply without thinking about it.

"It's far away, it's near before you."
Chapter completed!