As I thought, Sir An didn't actually need my answer. He was just using another person's words to confirm his own guess.

After a brief conversation, we all temporarily focused on our work.

"Hey, are you also a waiter at Poirot?" When I was serving Miss Enomoto, a girl who looked like a middle school student suddenly asked me in a low voice with some excitement.

This was the first time I was approached unexpectedly in such an environment. “I’m just here to help, I’m not considered a clerk.”

After I answered this, she looked a little disappointed, but soon became excited again, "That is to say, I am very lucky to meet you today!"

I would not respond to this, but fortunately she does not need my reply. She is just as excited as Sonoko after seeing the handsome guy.

We were busy until the evening when Poirot got off work. After Enomoto finished his work in the store, he left the space for me and Sir An.

Don't get me wrong, there's nothing strange happening. It was just a simple seafood cooking job. I had already told him about it before I helped.

"Be careful, it's trying to crawl out. Don't use your hands, use the clamps."

"Furiya-kun, pass me the scissors. I need to cut the crab legs."

"Just eat it in the store, so you don't have to take it home and deal with the garbage."

"Would you like some juice? We still have some watermelon left from the watermelon we bought this afternoon."

I felt like I had skipped a few stages with An-sir, and we had evolved from a tentative relationship to a friendship. Of course, this might be my illusion, because An-sir's body was always tense and he didn't feel relaxed at all.

This is a kind of habitual defense, which means that although he looks enthusiastic, he will not relax in front of me.

This was completely the opposite of me. I looked half-awkward, but in fact I was very relaxed. Not only was Jingguang physically relaxed, but the mental pressure was also much less than when we first met.

The dinner was quite sumptuous, with appetizers, main courses and desserts all included. The only downside was the sudden power outage in the neighborhood.

Fortunately, we both prepared quickly, otherwise it would have been really terrible if we ran out of power halfway through making something.

However, because the emergency light was malfunctioning, the feeling of eating with candles was a little bit strange. Eating and chatting in the moonlight outside made people feel a bit like a candlelight dinner. After dinner, An Sir drove the Mazda to take me home.

Why does it feel like a boyfriend-girlfriend date?!

The process is pretty standard.

I rubbed my forehead and said, "Wake up!"

I used to be a fan of Chi'an, but now I haven't even seen Akai, so how come he suddenly pried into the corner of my own CP?

Sin, sin.

Out of courtesy, after I got off the car, I invited Sir An to go upstairs for a cup of tea, but he was very tactful and just said it was getting late and said goodbye to me.

"Let's get in touch later, Fūya-kun." He waved at me and was about to hang up the car and drive away, but suddenly an idea flashed in my mind -

"Zero." I lowered my voice and adjusted my tone slightly, as if deliberately distinguishing it from my usual tone.

I stared at Sir An closely. No matter how cautious a person was, he would still reveal a hint of change when I addressed him so unexpectedly.

In the cover of darkness, his gray-blue pupils contracted, his brows twitched, and the rhythm of his breathing almost went wrong in an instant.

Although they are all small details, they are enough for someone with a keen eye to notice the problem.

Come to think of it, didn’t Conan use this word as an excuse to reveal Sir An’s true identity?

I have given him a heads-up in advance. If the timeline has not yet progressed to the point where the identity of "Furiya Rei" is exposed, then wouldn't Conan have to think of other ways to test it?

I seem to have seen an opportunity to persecute the God of Death.

After a breath or two of silence, I followed suit and said, "Just call me Zero. Didn't I tell you that when I saw Amuro-kun, I felt like we were old friends. There's no need to be so distant."

The muscles all over his body were tense, and I could even feel his hand holding the steering wheel tightening, but even so, he still put on a smile.

"In that case, then... Ling-kun can just call me by my name." He realized his momentary loss of composure and quickly adjusted himself. "Thank you Ling-kun for your help in Poirot today. If you have time in the future, you are welcome to visit anytime."

"Sure. See you next time."

Finally, we said goodbye officially. I watched him drive away until his taillights disappeared at the end of the road.

I stood there, thinking about the cold wind blowing on me. The cold wind in early spring is really a philosophical thing, with a biting chill, but it brings the hope of new life.

Phew, I found that my mysterious speaking skills have improved a bit.

The street lights above my head seemed to be affected by the power outage in the neighborhood just now, or perhaps they were just in disrepair. After flashing strongly a few times, they suddenly returned to darkness.

I looked up and saw only the faint warmth still remaining in the wick.

I stopped thinking about all this nonsense and my vision, which had adapted to the dark environment, quickly guided me back upstairs.

I stood at the door but didn't open it.

Someone has been here.

Someone once entered my living room.

I half squatted down and took out the piece of paper stuck under the door.

This is understandable, isn't it? After all, my identity is sensitive, and once I start to show up outside, my house will never be safe. So of course I will prepare some measures, not to prevent others from entering my house, but just to let me know that someone has entered.

The method is very simple. As an old 2D fan, if I can’t figure it out myself, can’t I just copy the answer?

You must have read "Dead O Notes", have you heard of the name Light Yagami?

He would add three layers of security to the door, at the door handle, door seam and door hinge. I couldn't replicate the door handle. The original method was to press the door handle down a few centimeters, and it would only move after being touched. However, the quality of this door was not good enough to hold it for a few centimeters, which was too troublesome.

So I just used the simplest method. I put a small piece of deceptive paper in the gap of the door, and it would fall to the ground after the door was opened. If it was an ordinary criminal who broke into the house to rob, he probably wouldn't notice it and naturally wouldn't put it back in place.

So, when the paper was still there, but the 0.35mm thin lead core inserted in the door hinge broke, that was a bigger problem: someone had entered my room and didn't want me to know.

I pushed the door open as if no one was around, pretending to notice nothing. I thought carefully about all my recent actions, and kept thinking about every person I met after I came back - or even before I came to this country.

Is there something wrong?

No, all places are taken into account and are not out of control.

There is only one answer, that is, there is only one person who, at my instruction, has developed an extreme and uncontrollable interest in me.

Toru Amuro, Sir.

He absolutely could not control his desire to investigate me. I rented this property following the formal procedures, and as a public security policeman, he could easily find out.

This explains why he would take the initiative to invite me to taste new products when the restaurant was busy, and also offer to prepare my ingredients in Poirot's kitchen and eat in the restaurant.

It was logical that he could test me verbally, or create a window where I would never leave - of course, even if I insisted on leaving, it would be under his watch. His subordinate, I guess it was Yuya Kazami, also had enough time to evacuate. Moreover, as long as he was the one who drove me in the end, he had a lot of flexibility in terms of time management.

However, the time I went to the supermarket to shop was random, and I went out on a whim today. I don’t think Sir An could have predicted this. I’m afraid it was just a coincidence.

Because he encountered it by chance, he decided to implement this plan on the spur of the moment.

Smart man, because our meeting was a coincidence, if I didn't have a certain God's perspective, even if I discovered something, I would never suspect him.

I closed the door, threw the broken lead core into the trash, and then began to check the house inch by inch.

Although, this was within my expectation, and it was understandable that An Sir came to check on me. But! Yes! Human emotions are unreasonable!

I helped out at Poirot for the entire afternoon, and after I came back I couldn't rest and had to check the rooms. This is the kind of job where you can't slack off!

I decided to make a small note for Sir An in my little notebook, and then I must find a way to get back at him... ahem, I mean, find a way to get my revenge.

Fortunately, Sir An was still very careful. There was almost no difference between the room and the original one. Not to mention things like footprints, even the objects seemed to have not been moved, and the folds of the clothes did not seem to be much different.

But I'm pretty sure someone has been here, and when I flipped the laptop open, I noticed the keyboard was a little too clean.

Things that I frequently touch, such as laptop keyboards, will be covered with a very light layer of dust after use. This is either artificial dust or dust collected when I clean the room. No one would notice such a thin layer unless they pay special attention to it.

But now, a few letters are clean.

I realized it all at once - fingerprints, it was collecting my fingerprints.

Looking at these things in the room, the place that is most likely to leave systematic fingerprints and is not cleaned frequently is this keyboard.

This is smart, but there is still a gap.

I'm being so careful, will I leave obvious fingerprints?

Of course not, I will wipe it off after use. Not only fingerprints, but also saliva that may be left on the cup. I will wipe it off after drinking water every day.

Want to find flaws in my room?

Does not exist.

Apart from these, there is nothing else.

He was more cautious and conservative than I thought. He didn't let anyone put anything in there that shouldn't be there, like a bug.

What a pity.

If he had let him go, it would have saved me a lot of trouble.