As Judy spoke, she reached under her pillow and said, "If we're going to cooperate, we need to know the other party's situation before we can decide whether or not to cooperate."

"Judy Sainte-Million, whose real name is Judy Sterling, is an American who came to Japan to track down Vermouth, the man who killed her father."

Kōyū stared into her eyes and smiled, "She used to be Shuichi Akai's girlfriend. Although we've broken up, she still likes him. Do I need to say more?"

"unnecessary."

Judy appeared calm on the surface, but was inwardly quite shocked.

Guangyou stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then said, "How about this, I'll cooperate with you, and in exchange, I'll tell you some news."

Fearing Judy might hesitate, Kōyū quickly added, "It's news that will definitely make you happy."

This sense of mystery aroused Judy's curiosity.

Kōyū stood up and whispered in Jodie's ear, "Shuichi Akai and..."

After hearing the news from Guangyou, Judy couldn't hide the joy on her face.

Really?

Guangyou nodded, and suddenly felt a fragrant breeze and a slight coolness on his cheek.

Realizing what it was, Kōyū looked at Judy in astonishment.

Judy blushed slightly under Kōyū's gaze, but since the room was dark, Kōyū didn't notice.

"I agree, but you have to help me too."

After learning only a small part of Guangyou's abilities, Judy no longer treated him like a child.

After seeing that Kōyū agreed, Judy said with satisfaction, "It's getting late, go to sleep early."

"Um."

Nothing happened that night. The next day, Guangyou woke up very early, perhaps because he hadn't slept in his own bed.

Or perhaps Kōyū still harbors some reservations about Judy.

When he woke up, it was still dark.

Judy, being a woman, had prepared some common ingredients in the kitchen.

After washing up, I made two simple bowls of scallion and egg noodles, and that was breakfast.

Guangyou often doesn't like the noodles outside, either because they have too much starch and aren't chewy enough.

Either the portion is too small, or the price is too high.

Therefore, Guangyou still prefers to cook noodles himself.

Of course, this only applies to simple noodles; for more complicated noodles, it's easier to eat at a restaurant.

"woke up?"

Kōyū greeted Judy, who had just woken up.

After what happened last night, Guangyou felt he didn't need to be so reserved when no one else was around.

"You can even make noodles?"

Judy glanced at Kwangyu with slight surprise, then consciously picked up a pair of chopsticks and sat down next to him.

"Hmm, it tastes good."

After taking a bite, Judy nodded and praised, "It's delicious."

Guangyou readily accepted her praise. The two of them understood what had happened last night, and there was no need to keep talking about their collaboration every day.

Judy thought so too, but she still had this question in her mind: the data was indeed correct, but why was the result so different?

She absolutely refused to believe it was a lack of investigative ability; she knew the FBI's intelligence capabilities.

While it's impossible to know everything, investigating a small child is definitely more than enough.

However, she kept these questions to herself, waiting for the right opportunity to answer them personally.

"You're in charge of cleaning up the dishes."

Guangyou finished the last mouthful of soup from his noodles, put down his bowl with satisfaction, and said to Judy, "I'll rest for a bit and then I'll be leaving."

Judy didn't seem to mind and waved her hand to indicate that she understood.

Guangyou loves looking at the scenery from the window.

Looking out at the steel jungle, I glanced at the horizon where a faint golden light was beginning to appear.

This always gave him a feeling of being very insignificant.

Indeed, compared to nature, he is too insignificant.

God gave him a second chance at life, so he was reborn; he had no right to refuse.

However, this was exactly what Guangyou wanted.

Even if he looks back and finds that his life was just a dream, it will still have been worth it.

Life doesn't have to be full of dramatic events; a peaceful and tranquil life is what Guangyou has been pursuing all these years.

Last night's confession made Guangyou realize that he was now completely caught up in this vortex.

If you wanted to escape before, you could have just taken Ai to a secluded place where no one would bother you.

Even if life isn't wealthy, it can still be happy.

As Guangyou watched the golden sun gradually rise from the horizon, he thought about many things.

Even before he entered the industry, people asked him questions.

"Why do you like the character Ai Haibara? Aren't characters like Ran and Sonoko also good?"

Guangyou just smiled and said those roles were very good.

Ran's kindness, Sonoko's straightforwardness.

He really liked the characters in the work, but Ai Haibara was the only one who resonated with his own experiences.

In his past life, his entertainment options were limited: watching comedy shows, playing games, and reading novels.

He wanted to write a book when he was young, after reading the public opinion at that time.

"The female lead is Ai Haibara, that's so overused, can't we come up with something new?"

There were countless comments like this, and he backed down.

After he came to terms with it, he realized he no longer had the chance.

On that day atop the snow-capped mountain, Guangyou was still wondering if his writing skills were good enough.

The wind was biting cold, and even the slightest movement of my face felt like a sharp, piercing pain.

But a self-deprecating smile still appeared on his face.

"If my writing skills aren't good enough, then I'll write for myself and for those who can tolerate me, so that I won't have any regrets."

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