**Chapter 85: The Part-time Emperor, Amuro Tooru**

At the Poirot Café opposite Fujino's house.

Fujino was sitting at a wooden table, looking oddly at the dark-skinned, blond-haired man in the café's uniform.

The blond man was none other than Bourbon from the Black Organization, known under his alias Amuro Tooru, and nicknamed the Part-time Emperor, Furuya Rei.

Fujino found Amuro Tooru's sudden appearance at the café a bit puzzling.

Was he here to monitor him?

That didn't seem likely.

Logically, if his identity had been exposed, he would have been taken out already.

After pondering for a moment, Fujino frowned, unable to figure out the Part-time Emperor's intentions.

He decided to let it go.

Since it was Tooru, there probably wasn't much to worry about. Although he was a member of the Black Organization, in reality, he was an undercover agent for the Japanese Public Security Bureau.

A fake member.

Meanwhile, Ran and Sonoko were looking back and forth between Fujino and Amuro Tooru, as if they had discovered something new.

As for Amuro Tooru, he was carrying a tray while sneaking glances at Fujino with a complex expression.

To be honest, he was a bit confused as well.

The situation had become quite strange.

"What would you like to order?"

Amuro Tooru walked over and greeted Fujino, hiding his surprise.

"You seem new. I haven't seen you around before. Did you just start?"

Fujino suddenly asked.

"Yes, that's right."

Amuro Tooru nodded with a smile, "I'm Amuro Tooru. I just started working part-time here yesterday."

"I see…"

Fujino nodded, "I'll have the regular pasta."

Then, Amuro Tooru turned to Ran and Sonoko, "And for you two ladies?"

"Crepes, please."

"Same for me."

"Alright."

Amuro Tooru noted down their orders and headed to the kitchen.

...

After Amuro Tooru left, Ran and Sonoko turned to Fujino with curiosity, "Fujino-senpai, do you really not know Amuro-san?"

"How could I?"

Fujino chuckled, "I think you two are overthinking it."

To be honest, he had noticed.

His appearance did indeed bear some resemblance to Amuro Tooru.

No, rather than resemblance, it was like they were just wearing different skins…

Could it be that certain lazy creators reused designs?

"But you two really look alike!"

"It's probably just a coincidence. There are many people in the world who look similar."

Fujino paused, "You might even encounter someone who looks just like you, Ran and Sonoko."

The two nodded, albeit reluctantly, not convinced.

They thought to themselves, "No way, absolutely no way!"

How could there be someone who looks exactly like another person?

Ran and Sonoko reasoned internally.

Meanwhile, outside the café, a small figure was peeking through the window.

Conan was watching Amuro Tooru inside the café, his brows furrowing slightly.

Just a moment ago, he had felt an unprecedented sense of danger, similar to what he felt around members of the Black Organization.

And that sense of danger didn't come from Fujino, but from the dark-skinned man!

He was puzzled.

It made sense for Fujino, but why did the dark-skinned guy make him uneasy?

Was it because his face looked too much like Fujino's?

Was he just being paranoid?

...

After finishing breakfast at the Poirot Café, Fujino and his group drove to Sayuri Matsumoto's wedding venue.

The venue was already crowded, with many famous socialites often seen in the news.

Along the way, Sonoko and Ran greeted former classmates and seniors.

As for Fujino, he had no one to greet.

He didn't know many people at the venue, and no one greeted him either.

This wasn't surprising.

The original Fujino had been a solitary youth, so he hadn't made any friends during elementary or middle school.

He had been somewhat aloof due to his excellent grades, coupled with his parents being corporate bigwigs, which had aroused jealousy.

Pranks and such were common occurrences.

Unlike Kudo's arrogance, Fujino's aloofness was genuine.

In hindsight, his good looks and aloof demeanor had attracted many girls.

Unfortunately, he hadn't seized those opportunities.

"Ms. Matsumoto!"

Sonoko was the first to push open the door to the bride's preparation room.

They were greeted by a woman in her twenties, dressed in a white off-shoulder western-style wedding gown. Her hair was tied up high with a few white flowers, extending to a white veil from her head to her back, and her arms were covered in long, sheer white gloves, almost like silk stockings.

Fujino recognized the beauty before them as Sayuri Matsumoto, the bride.

Seeing her, Ran, Sonoko, and Conan were momentarily dazed.

Fujino, however, frowned, lost in thought.

He remembered that many boys had had a crush on her back in the day.

Her looks were indeed irresistible to all ages.

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Conan, who was standing dumbfounded.

Back when Conan was Kudo Shinichi, he had pretended to be dumb to get Sayuri Matsumoto's attention because of his crush on her.

But it had only earned him a thorough scolding from her.

"Ah, Ran, Sonoko."

Noticing the group that had entered, Sayuri Matsumoto greeted them, but when she looked at Fujino, she was puzzled, "And this is…?"

Fujino: "…"

This was why he didn't like attending weddings where he knew someone but wasn't known by them.

It was awkward when you knew the bride, but the bride didn't know you.

"Ms. Matsumoto, don't you remember?"

Fujino gave a deadpan look, "I'm Fujino Touji, you used to teach me."

"How could I forget you, the tone-deaf, solitary boy."

Sayuri Matsumoto exclaimed upon hearing his name.

Aside from Kudo Shinichi, Fujino was one of the few who had left a lasting impression on her.

His tone-deafness rivaled Kudo's washing machine-like singing, and his arrogance far exceeded Kudo's.

But unlike Kudo Shinichi's deliberate stupidity, Fujino's was genuine...

(End of this chapter)