"No wonder they haven't been discovered yet, Mr. Amuro." Through a wall, Morofu Kongliang stared at the surveillance camera connected to the interior of the apartment on his notebook, and stared at the blond-haired policeman with superb acting skills inside for a while.
——Sora Saiki has the right to monitor Morobuku Soryo. Unlike Saiki Kusuo who is unaware of the monitoring, Morobuku Soryo knows about it and doesn't care about it, so Saiki Soryo will never hide it from Morobuku Soryo.
However, only the two of them know the relevant permissions and passwords. At least for now, that's the case.
When Kusuo realizes what's happening, the surveillance at home will probably have to be replaced again, and the position will be changed, Moroku Sora had this thought. Sorasuke is excellent, and when facing Kusuo, he will put in twice as much effort as usual, so Kusuo always feels a little powerless against his second brother.
Amuro Toru's fever was an accident, and Poirot ran out of ingredients so he passed that road to buy some, and it was also a coincidence that he met Morobuchi Soryo on the road. Under such circumstances, it was completely unexpected that Morobuchi Soryo invited Amuro Toru home.
Morobuchi Sora Ryo goes home at the normal time after get off work, and no matter how much they investigate, it is just like that, so Toru Amuro can only come to this conclusion.
In what just happened, it seemed that Morobu Sora took the initiative, but in fact, Amuro Toru got more information.
This can be seen from the fact that even though Toru Amuro had a fever, he did not reveal any information. On the contrary, in a sense, he was able to "investigate Sora Ryo's apartment" and confirmed that "the file was indeed related to paranoia."
Kill several birds with one stone.
"Occasionally, if you put yourself in a weak position, you can actually get more information..." Zhu Fu Kong Liang looked like he had learned something: "So that's how it is. You deserve to be the number one that year."
He tends to be more assertive (or simply ignores) in front of outsiders, and does not need to be so worldly-wise when dealing with his family. Zhufu Kongliang is now more of an imitator of his past brother Jingguang, but when it comes to the core of relationships, Zhufu Kongliang is not as experienced as these old hands.
After all, he didn't need to use these whether he was dealing with missions from the organization or in his daily interactions. He could get away with it in one go and it would be over in a short while without having to put in too much effort.
In the first 20 years, Zhu Fu Kongliang had never paid much attention to interpersonal relationships.
After basically confirming that there was surveillance in the room, it was impossible for Toru Amuro to reveal the truth. The medicine that Zhufu Kongliang prepared for Toru Amuro was prepared when he just moved in, and it had not even been opened - but even if it was placed in front of Toru Amuro in a complete package, this undercover agent would never eat it directly.
Zhu Fukongliang can be sure that Amuro Toru's action of taking medicine just now was definitely a fake action. The capsules and pills were probably hidden in his sleeves or somewhere else, and he would throw them away in the bathroom later, or hide them on his body and go back to confirm whether the medicine was normal after leaving.
"It's really difficult..." Zhufu Kongliang curled his lips, "Now this person's favorability towards me is 80% to 90% due to Brother Jingguang. He is unwilling to doubt me because of Brother Jingguang."
But it doesn't matter. The point of hyperamnesia has been half exposed (it will be confirmed later), and the surveillance has also been revealed. As long as Amuro Toru is sure that Morobushi Sora is a rare hyperamnesia patient, then he can understand that Morobushi Sora must have recognized him from the first meeting, but he pretended not to know him.
What happens next can start from this point.
"...Ah, I forgot." Zhu Fukongliang looked at Mr. Gongan, who had no emotions on the screen, and blinked without any apology: "Not everyone is used to surveillance like me. Can Mr. Amuro really get some sleep?"
This time, he really had no ill intentions - Morofuku Sorao rarely showed such emotions, at most he just had a little bit of bad taste. But in this case, he ignored this point that a normal person shouldn't ignore, but it was very common for him.
However, after this question went through Zhufu Kongliang's mind, the black-haired police officer happily continued to ignore it.
"Enjoy the treatment of not being able to do anything but sleep in the surveillance room. After that, you will know how happy sleeping is when you go back~" After muttering a lot of nonsense to himself, Zhu Fu Kongliang turned off the surveillance, ran to the kitchen, and picked up the spatula after who knows how long.
Morofu Sora Ryo did not turn on the high-tech kitchenware that Sora had prepared for him. Instead, he took a look at the usable parts of the ingredients bought by Amuro Toru and took them out to use directly.
Anyway, these ingredients can be bought in ordinary supermarkets. When Zhu Fu Kong Liang runs out of them, he can just buy the same one tomorrow.
Recalling the process in the tutorial, Zhu Fu Kong Liang first turned on the fire of the pot, which said it needed to be preheated, and then changed to a kitchen knife and cut the lettuce directly.
...What's the next step?
Although it has been mentioned many times, hyperthymesia is not simply a photographic memory (although under Kusuo's superpower, Morobuchi Sora now has a photographic memory). However, Morobuchi Sora's photographic memory is still somewhat flawed compared to a normal genius.
To take the typical example of a hyperamnesia patient, their brain becomes confused because they remember too many things.
In big things (such as bomb disposal), Morobuchi Sora Ryo has never made any mistakes, but just like the limitations of Saiki K.'s superpowers always bring him disasters in daily life, this shortcoming is exposed in some small details.
Sometimes Zhu Fu Kongliang would wonder if this was also part of the god's evil intentions.
After cutting the vegetables, what do you do next? Put them in the pot?
Zhu Fu Kong Liang remembered clearly what steps needed to be done, but the order of the steps unknowingly overlapped with other dishes.
Add oil and water? Brown sugar, meat, bring to a boil... simmer for two hours.
After pouring a bottle of mineral water into the pot, Zhu Fu Kongliang looked at the smoking iron pot, covered it with a lid, put the pot aside, and picked up another bag of pasta.
Pasta is the simplest. Zhu Fu Kongliang changed another pot, filled it with cold water, and directly put the still hard pasta in it to soak.
The ingredients in the cafe are quite rich, including lettuce, cherry tomatoes, pasta, black pepper, and daily desserts and fruits. There are many choices for Zhu Fukongliang.
As it was impossible for Amuro to fall asleep in the monitored room, he suppressed his physical and mental instinctive discomfort and defense, and forced himself to act obediently by closing his eyes.
But even if he could really fall asleep, he would be woken up by the crackling and banging sounds coming from outside the door.
The soundproofing effect of the bright and empty apartment is very good, but because the room is too quiet at the moment and Amuro Toru is so idle that he doesn't know what to do, the tiny sounds outside are amplified.
Amuro Toru was a little confused, but after he opened the door, the noise that was originally weakened by the sound insulation suddenly increased several times.
The moment he opened the door, a small explosion suddenly occurred in the kitchen. Flames and black smoke came out from inside - but Amuro Toru didn't notice that such an explosion did not damage the apartment's structure at all.
And, no fire alarm was sounded.
Toru Amuro's eyes widened, and before his body could react, he saw Morofu Sorao come out of the kitchen very skillfully with half of his face covered, and picked up the fire extinguisher hidden under the sofa (so why under the sofa).
Amuro Toru: ???
Toru Amuro: Why are you so skilled?
I always feel like there's something wrong with the style of the painting. Is this how Mr. Kong Liang was designed?
With such confusion and hesitation, Toru Amuro walked to the kitchen, a little distance away, and looked at the mess inside the kitchen and Zhufu Kongliang, whose face had inexplicably several black and gray streaks.
Zhu Fukongliang's slightly long bangs were tucked behind her ears with a simple clip, and she didn't deliberately braid them into a small braid that would make people's heartbeats stop. The smoke inside the kitchen was reflected in her azure eyes (?), and she seriously opened the fire extinguisher and quickly aimed it at the location of the fire.
The black-haired police officer who had already solved this small problem seemed to notice him, put down the flame extinguisher that had solved the microwave oven, and greeted him with a smile: "Are you awake, Mr. Amuro?"
"...Ah, um, that's not right!" Amuro Toru said in confusion: "Mr. Kong Liang, what happened?!"
When saying this, Toru Amuro saw a broken iron pot next to the microwave, and a bowl of unsightly black charcoal. The pasta was clumped together and someone unknown had poured some sauce on it.
"Oh, I wanted to make dinner, but for some reason, the kitchen exploded." Zhufu Kongliang seemed to realize what he had done. Although he did not feel guilty, he also made a well-behaved expression. It was completely different from the way he forced Amuro Toru to rest an hour ago.
Amuro Toru replied subconsciously: "But aren't you a bomb disposal police?!"
Zhufu Kongliang looked at Amuro Toru innocently.
He is a bomb disposal officer. Is there any need to contact him if he blew up the kitchen?
The author has something to say: Kong Liang: Don’t forget that I’m the one who created the comedy series:)