Putting your turtleneck back on, you opened the bathroom door: "I'm done."

Amuro Toru looked up from behind his computer: "Oh? Why aren't you wearing pajamas?" He spoke casually, as if he were chatting casually, "I saw you took it in."

"…I'm a bit of a germaphobe." You kept smiling, "I'd rather keep my own clothes safe."

You already have a draft answer in your mind for the other party's questions.

"Are you a germophobe?" Amuro Toru smiled and unexpectedly changed the subject, "--Some of your pictures are not clear," he pointed at the computer, "Come over and help me take a look?"

“…” You blinked, “Okay.”

The wooden table is not very far from you. You walk a few steps over and Toru Amuro naturally stands up and offers you his seat, letting you sit in front of the computer.

“Then I’ll adjust it again and enlarge these places and take screenshots.” You thought and started to operate.

You felt somewhat uncomfortable with the other person standing behind you, and your back was tense and stiff. Amuro Toru patted your shoulder: "What are you nervous about?" His tone was quite relaxed.

“…You’ll be nervous when you’re actually doing something in front of an examiner.” You licked your lips. “It’s just like when the examiner is watching you answer the questions during an exam. You can’t concentrate at all.”

"..." The other party didn't reply for a while. You suddenly felt uneasy. It felt like a short few seconds.

"...Then I won't disturb you," Amuro Toru slowly took his hand away, "You finish those pictures, I'll come over after I finish washing up."

"Okay." You nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

You waited until the sound of water running in the bathroom before you relaxed your tense nerves. You had already remade the information in front of you according to the other party's request, and you kept the page in this position, and decided to go to bed before the other party came out.

You pause as the phone in your pocket vibrates—it’s a text message.

【＃波本＃: The character is a novelist, right? It would be better to change it to a student. 】

“…”

You stare at the lit screen of your phone, purse your lips into a stiff line, and press the delete key.

...Yes. You think to yourself. Many of the student's habits of thinking are still engraved in your heart, and you show them inadvertently - in your words and actions.

Before this, you trained more on your ability rather than your personality. As for your personality, you almost only memorized the full text and imitated the surface.

What does the other party mean...?

Is this a friendly reminder?

——Or a warning?

You now doubt whether the other party knows your true identity.

But no matter what, he did point out an important point. You tightened your grip on your phone. As for the new character... you have to spend some time to hone it.

Your mind is blank for a moment, and a strange idea suddenly pops into your mind - wait, the other party seems to be sending the message in the bathroom, isn’t he afraid that his phone will get soaked in water?

What a good family!

It is true that his special mobile phone is not afraid of water, but it should not be waterproof, right? Is he wearing a waterproof mobile phone case?

Ah, this. It looks like he has been messaging in the bathroom a lot.

But it is indeed quite safe. You think to yourself. After all, the organization will not install cameras in toilets, bathrooms, etc., right? (Although you are not worried about this problem, because other people cannot see the special mobile phone)

That's too perverted. Touch your nose.

But in this case, maybe you can consider installing one in the corner of the bathroom for the next mission? It has to be fog-proof and high-definition. You think wildly. But I feel that Isp, if I am found out, I will be beaten to death.

You yawn as you make your bed and glance at the clock. It's getting late.

It's cool in the room, so you wrap yourself in a thin blanket and lie on the single bed by the balcony.

Jingguang, help me, I am going to be killed by your childhood influence. You closed your eyes and muttered in your heart. Is the review of Bourbon really easy? It won’t be easy in the Scottish sense.

The song playing on TV came from the balcony, drifting in with the evening breeze. It should be coming from above... It feels like the second floor? The other party obviously didn't close the balcony door, and the sound filled my ears.

If you are on the first floor, you can clearly hear the singer's mournful voice, accompanied by the sound of music and applause. It's probably a live video of some concert.

"..." Ah, what a lack of public morality, turning on the TV so loudly in the middle of the night, it's simply a nuisance. You cover your ears with the quilt to prevent the sound from entering your ears so directly.

The room is dark with only one light on. You are gradually becoming sleepy. You can hear the unclear sound of water splashing in your ears, and the resounding singing seems to be getting farther away. You are thinking about things in a daze, and your thoughts are gradually drifting away.

In the darkness, a pair of large hands strangle your throat. You find it difficult to breathe. You struggle but cannot get rid of it - "!" You suddenly open your eyes and see a dark scene in front of you.

The thin blanket pressed against your face is the main culprit for your suffocating feeling.

“……” You lifted the quilt and complained about your terrible sleeping posture in your heart.

It's already daybreak, a little after seven in the morning. You glance at the neatly made bed and it looks like the other person has already left.

I took out my phone from under the pillow and sure enough, there was a message on it.

[#Bourbon#: The computer has fully charged you. Mission in progress, no need to contact me. ]

"..." He goes to bed late and gets up early, worthy of being called the working emperor. In your heart, you give him a thumbs up in admiration, and you also start to fold the quilt and wash up.

The other party will most likely have contact with the police, so you'd better not worry about them. Anyway, you have already done what you should do as far as the mission is concerned.

Looks like today is a free day. You raised the corners of your lips.

However, the relaxed and happy mood did not last long.

You look at the police standing at the door, and your first reaction is - no way, no way, they are here to arrest you so soon? My goodness, is this the reason why Toru Amuro ran away so early?

"Hello, sir," the other party seemed very polite and briefly introduced himself and explained his position. "A murder case has occurred here, and we would like to ask you a few questions."

Murder case...? You looked a little shocked for a moment.

It turned out to be here! ——But why did he come to me?

"Don't worry, sir, it's just a simple investigation and inquiry." The other party said comfortingly.

“Okay,” you calmed down, “Please ask.”

"Excuse me, do you know the deceased?"

"Who?" You don't have the name in your mind at all. Shaking your head, you answer, "I don't know."

"It's the girl you bumped into yesterday."

"This..." You were a little stunned.

The girl with long black hair?

"What were you doing from 12 o'clock yesterday to 3 o'clock this morning?"

“I looked at the clock before I went to bed last night,” you mused, “it seems like I went to bed around eleven and I just woke up.”

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation." The other party closed the notebook, "If there is any further situation, we will contact you again."

"Okay." You nodded.

I guess he won't look for me again, you thought. After all, you and the deceased had no contact except for the first encounter.

Behind the police stood a little boy wearing glasses, who looked as if he was thinking seriously.

Conan? You raised your eyebrows slightly.

The policeman didn't pay much attention to the child following him. He continued with his investigation and questioning, while Conan looked up and came over before you closed the door.

"Hey, big brother," he blinked his big eyes, "when you met her, was there anything wrong with that girl?"

"No," you thought about it and frowned, "No... Um, she seemed a little absent-minded? She walked out with her head down. But it seems normal to be in a daze on a daily basis."

"Is there anyone else around who interacts with her?" Conan continued to ask.

"..." Although you don't really want to have any contact with Conan, if there is a murder, you also hope to find the murderer and reveal the truth.

So you think back to yesterday's scene very seriously: "It seems... a girl talked to her for a few words, and her tone was not very good. It seemed to be a senior? It seemed that she didn't like her very much."

"Is she blond, with a ponytail, and tall?"

"Ah, yes."

But people who look like murderers usually aren't murderers in the end, you added in your mind.

Conan also tilted his head to think back, and the blond-haired, dark-skinned man who passed by in the hall appeared in his mind. He should be with the person in front of him, but he was not in the house at the moment. Professional habit made Conan continue to ask: "Where is the blond man with you?"

You smiled gently at that. "Little brother, are you playing some detective game? You look like a great detective."

"Ah?" Conan laughed quickly, "Um... yes, the police officer asked me to help and ask a few questions."

"Let a child help?" You smiled and bent down, "That's not appropriate, aren't you afraid of murder? I don't think you have the mentality of a child."

"I've been quite brave since I was little, hahaha." Conan laughed dryly, rolled his eyes, and asked, "So where is your companion?"

"He," you blinked, "left early to do some business. Adults are always busy."

"I'll answer the following question as well. He was with me last night and came back around 10 o'clock. He hasn't gone out since then. This can be checked through surveillance."

It's a pity that some of the surveillance cameras in the hotel are broken. Conan sighed in his heart. Otherwise...

"And we don't know that lady. We feel very sad and sorry for her." You lowered your eyes, "I hope you can find the real murderer."

"Well..." Conan stroked his chin and gave you an innocent smile, "Okay, thank you, big brother! I'll go report to the police uncle~"

Reporting loneliness, I am sure you will visit again under this name. But you still keep smiling.

“Yeah.” You waved your hand, “Bye, little brother.”

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Finally finished coding_(:з)∠)_ I coded right after the meeting. I'm so tired

The murder case still cannot be avoided (dog head)

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