"Mr. Kong Liang, are your injuries okay?" The blond waiter looked worried.

Conan Edogawa also tilted his head back and pursed his lips, his clear eyes behind the glasses filled with guilt and apology.

Although he apologized on the day when Sora Ryo was still lying in bed, Conan Edogawa still felt bad for cutting the last string of the bomb that day.

Even if he knew, if Zhu Fu Kong Liang didn't give him a signal, he would definitely cut it at the last second.

Because he was not the only one present. The lives of Lan, Officer Hagiwara, and so many hostages were all in his hands.

Fortunately, Zhu Fu Kong Liang is still alive.

Otherwise, it would be like some of the past cases, weighing on Conan Edogawa's heart and unable to be forgotten.

Because Edogawa Conan is such a kind-hearted kid with a strong sense of justice. Even if he faces a criminal who wanted to kill him a second ago, he will still lend a helping hand.

This is also the reason why Vermode regards him and Mao Lilan as his light.

As for Zhu Fu Kong Liang - I'm sorry, things have passed, and he didn't care about everyone's psychological shadow at all!

Hagiwara Chisaku burst into tears, Shufu Gaoming dropped all his work and rushed to his side, and Edogawa Conan apologized guiltily and cautiously.

Zhu Fukongliang didn't care at all.

Because the ending is perfect, isn't it? The bomber died, and Keimitsu (Kusuo version) appeared in the manga. He is alive and unharmed now. Everything is just a scene.

Hyperamnesia is troublesome enough, with uncontrollable fragments of memories flashing through Zhu Fukong's mind from time to time.

He still has the negative memories of his infancy and cannot control his emotions, but he has lived for 22 years now.

If Zhu Fu Kong Liang was still an emotional guy who cared about the people around him, then every recollection would be accompanied by an emotional change, and his whole life would be controlled by his emotions.

Therefore, Zhu Fu Kong Liang has always been a happy person, and he must be someone who doesn't care about external things. If he is not happy, he will be controlled by negative emotions for his whole life.

Kusuo does have the ability to consciously control brainwashing, but he has never been able to perform overly delicate operations.

His superpowers are so strong that they can be applied to many things. To put it in an analogy, it is like an ordinary person using a ten-meter-long pair of chopsticks to pick up rice grains one by one, or using a shock wave to cut a strand of hair without burning it.

What's more, Zhu Fu Kongliang himself has already gotten used to it.

The happy police officer blinked his eyes. He was now wearing a slightly loose contrasting jacket. The main reason was that an injured person couldn't wear a tight jacket, right? Of course, the more convenient the better.

There were bandages wrapped around the exposed parts of his neck and wrists, and on his head he wore a fisherman's hat that matched the color of his clothes, covering the bandages.

In response to the questions that several people were concerned about, Zhu Fu Kongliang said cheerfully: "If I couldn't get out of bed, I wouldn't be here now!"

"I'm lucky. I wasn't seriously injured at the time, so don't worry." Morofuku Sora rubbed Conan Edogawa's head.

But it seems that the young detective will treat me with such cautious eyes during this period of time, Zhu Fukongliang thought.

The beautiful filter he already had, amplified by the bomb, seemed to make his identity as a red team even more firmly pressed on him.

"That won't do. Aren't you the protagonist? You must find the loopholes I show, okay?" The black-haired police officer smiled.

"Come to think of it, it's such a coincidence that we meet you all here." Zhu Fu Kong Liang changed the subject.

"Well, because it feels very interesting. Where is Mr. Kong Liang?" asked Mao Lilan curiously.

"My former junior gave me the ticket because he was afraid that I would be bored and wanted me to go out for a walk." Zhu Fu Kongliang replied.

The conversation with Yukimura Seiichi at that time actually seemed like they were really bickering with each other, but in fact the message expressed in it was very simple.

Yukimura: Is there anything wrong?

Kong Liang: No.

Yukimura: Then I'll give you a ticket. If you can go and see it, it proves that you're fine. If you can't get out of bed, then I'll come over and see you.

Kong Liang: Give me the ticket, and then get out.

This is the subtle way they get along with each other.

Mao Lilan asked curiously, "Is he a junior student in the police academy?"

Zhu Fukongliang responded: "It's from high school, a junior in a club, the painting club."

Conan Edogawa was surprised: "So Brother Kong Liang can draw?"

Toru Amuro sighed: "Indeed, Mr. Sora Ryo seems to be very suitable for a literary club."

Zhu Fukongliang refuted this conjecture: "If it was a stick figure, I think I would still do it."

Looking at the wide eyes of several people, Zhu Fu Kong Liang smiled and said: "Although I joined the painting club, it doesn't mean that I can paint——"

"Well, I was just a mascot in the club at that time, right?" Zhufu Kongliang made a reminiscent expression.

His past personality was difficult to approach, and he had no interest in any club, but Rikkai University was a more strict and traditional campus, so no matter what, he had to join at least one club.

Then, his classmate Nana Akizono (the president of the painting club) simply invited him to join the painting club. When Morobushi Sorao refused because he couldn't paint, the president of the painting club said -

Nana Akizono: It's okay, Saiki-san! You just need to meet the attendance schedule set by the club and occasionally come over to be my, ahem, everyone's model. Of course, you can always refuse if you don't want to or it's inconvenient!

However, Morobuchi Sora was too distant at the time. Although it was Nana Akizono who suggested being a model, it was she who didn't dare to really ask him to be a model in the end. She could also include other members of the club in this.

So Zhufu Kongliang really became a mascot in the end. During the scheduled attendance time, he would do his homework and read books in the activity room of the painting club, and disappear with his schoolbag when the time was up.

In this situation, the only one who dared to really use him as a model despite his coldness was Yukimura Seiichi, who was holding a drawing board with a smile on his face that revealed that he felt "this was quite interesting".

There is no need for Morofu Sora to deliberately make any gestures or poses, Yukimura Seiichi will capture the light and some details by himself.

By the time Sora Ryo Morobuchi transferred to another school, it seemed that all the drawings that Seiichi Yukimura had drawn using him as a model could be bound into a collection.

Zhu Fu Kong Liang doesn't like to leave any images or take photos. Is this a habit that most black players have?

Because it will leave traces and evidence.

Zhu Fu Kong Liang certainly did not do this just for this reason, because for him, the best way to record has always been his brain.

But he thought it was quite interesting at the time, so all the drafts and drawings of his character portraits are still kept by Yukimura Seiichi, and Morobuchi Sora Ryo has never thought of destroying them.

"It seems that Brother Kongliang has never been very good at these things?" Conan Edogawa said obediently based on some details in life.

"It seems that my ability to use my hands is all focused on bomb disposal?" Zhu Fu Kongliang sighed artificially, "Whether it's paper cutting homework in kindergarten, cooking, or playing guitar and bass, I have never been very good at it."

"I can remember the process, but when I really start to do it, my hands are out of control." The black-haired police officer said aggrievedly: "This is probably because my brain knows how to do it, but my hands don't."

Maori Kogoro suddenly shouted from the other side: "Hey! How long are you guys going to chat there? It's time to check your tickets!"

Mao Lilan immediately raised her head and said, "I know, Dad! We'll be right over!"

Now that they have met each other, they will naturally get together.

Although Yukimura Seiichi sent me a ticket, he didn't mention whether he would attend. If we meet, we can chat. If we don't meet, then we don't meet.

Yukimura Seiichi is just as distant from outsiders as Morobuchi Sora, but his outward personality is gentle enough that people can't always detect his true nature at first glance.

Even if they were together, they didn't really have much to talk about. It wasn't awkward though.

After they checked their tickets and entered the museum, a clear and crisp female voice rang out beside them: "It's really you—"

"Now, just call me Zhufu." Before the other party called out his other surname, Zhufu Kongliang turned his head with a smile and raised his eyes: "Classmate Qiuyuan."

So I was not seeing things just now, Morobu Sora sighed inwardly. Is the branch line really going to Prince of Tennis?

The painting club president in high school had sparkling eyes. She was wearing a long light brown dress that matched her temperament very well, and a large scarf draped over her shoulders. Nana Akizono smiled generously: "Okay, Morofu-kun!"

"What a coincidence." Zhu Fu Kong Liang smiled and said under the gossiping and curious gazes of the people behind him, "I actually ran into you."

"It's not a coincidence!" Qiu Yuan Nana said with a smile: "In fact, I don't have, ahem, I don't have your contact information, Zhu Fujun, so I asked someone else to send the ticket to you."

Nana Akizono almost called out Saiki but quickly changed her tune: "Isn't it romantic that we met again in the same art museum after so many years?"

Zhu Fu Kongliang smiled: "It's not romantic at all if you say it now."

Nana Qiu Yuan waved her hands: "It's okay, it's okay. This romance is not done just for you, Zhu Fujun. Anyway, it could be seen back then that you don't have any artistic talent at all."

"Besides Zhufujun, I also asked someone else to send me the tickets, so I don't know who will be coming today~ This feeling of anticipation is also a great inspiration!"

Nana Akizono, who had dyed her hair light brown, asked curiously, "But you've really changed a lot, Morofu-kun. I couldn't even recognize you just now!"

"By the way, I just met Ogawa-kun, Yamada-kun and Miko." Akizono Nana said, "But since you came here with your friends, I won't invite you! I hope you like it here and have a good day here. I'll leave now."

Four people, perfectly formed into the victims plus three choices.

Zhufu Kongliang waved his hand calmly, looked at Qiu Yuan Nana's back, and couldn't help but want to complain.

——So you guys from the Prince of Tennis movie, why are you here with Conan for no reason? Are you trying to kill yourself?