The words "Brother Gao Ming" almost came out from the bottom of my heart, but I held it in my mouth and didn't say it out loud.

Jingguang's body was obviously very responsive to seeing his brother, perhaps because of the longing before his death, which made me feel sad for a moment.

But I held it back. I held it back completely - if I let it all show at once, I would be exposed right away, and everything would be over.

After all, according to my idea, it would be best for Sir An to discover my identity first.

"Sorry, I didn't see it clearly." I was just stunned for a moment, and Brother Gao Ming took over the conversation, "Are you okay?"

My eyes unconsciously fixed on Brother Gao Ming's face. He looked exactly like Jing Guang, but his temperament was completely different.

I vaguely remember that I once photoshopped a picture of Gao Mingge without a beard. He looked too young and not majestic at all. No wonder he had to grow a beard.

"Sir?" Seeing that I was just staring at him but still answered, Brother Gao Ming called out again.

I realized that I was distracted, and smiled shyly, "Sorry, I was in a hurry."

"I'm glad you're okay." He said that, and according to his personality, this should have been the end, and he should have left, but the way he looked at me seemed like he had some ideas.

My eyebrows under my bangs twitched, and I naturally knew where Brother Gao Ming's slight abnormality came from.

On the way here, I listened to the replay of the Oscars ceremony on the car radio. When I checked, I found that it was several days ago. This reminded me of the key events of this Lustful Arc, and I immediately got all the plot time points fixed.

When I was considering the timeline before, I completely forgot about Oscar, an important event that could be used to determine the time.

So with this little information, I naturally knew that Gao Ming didn't know about Jing Guang's death. Because of the accident of Date Kou, the mobile phone had never been transferred to Gao Ming.

So now when he sees me, who looks similar to Jingguang, he becomes a little doubtful and hesitant.

Of course, Gao Ming would not say anything rashly. Even if I was now a Jingguang face, he would never recognize me. With his intelligence, he could naturally guess what position his missing brother had taken.

Of course, part of the reason is that Jingguang and I have always been close yet distant.

Similar physical appearance does not mean similar temperament, because the life experience of me, who controls the body, and Jingguang are very different, so only people who are very familiar with us will have doubts.

I guess An Sir also had similar feelings. He certainly felt that there were doubts about my name and many other things, and was willing to believe the possibility that his best friend was still alive, but his suspicion of me must have been greater than his closeness to me.

That's why I always walk on thin ice. Temperament is such a mysterious thing, I can only rely on the memory of the time to create some evidence to make up for it.

Although I was not mentally prepared to meet Jingguang, the situation had come to a head and I absolutely could not back down.

If I were to escape, I would just go back to the pre-liberation era with all my scripts.

"It may be a little abrupt to ask this, but—" I took the initiative to blink my eyes, which were not covered today, and smiled the same smile as Jingguang based on my memory, and then said, "Have we met somewhere before? I always feel that you look familiar."

Now, it was Brother Gao Ming's turn to be speechless. I could clearly feel many things flashing in his eyes, and it seemed as if I could hear the sound of his brain turning rapidly.

But before he could say anything, I heard a voice behind me, "Hey, Gao Ming—what are you hesitating about?"

When I turned around, I saw a police car parked outside. Standing in front of the police car was Yamato Gansuke, who met all the characteristics of Rum but had nothing to do with Rum.

To be honest, I really like this character. He has a kind of tough and handsome aura, which really appeals to me.

I know this is not the time to explain clearly. I am planting a seed now and will ripen it when needed in the future.

So I looked at my watch and said, "I'm sorry, I was just talking to myself. Your friend must have called you, and he was already looking over here. I'm sorry to have delayed you. I'm in a hurry, so I won't say any more."

"Hmm..." Gao Ming raised his hand and gave Yamato Ganzhu a gesture to wait. When he passed me, I heard him whisper, "Have a safe trip."

I paused for a moment, then quickened my pace.

It's not that I'm embarrassed, I'm really running out of time!

I was late to begin with, and was stuck at the door, so now I feel that time is running out.

Fortunately, the ticket was easy to get and the entrance was close, so I hurried to get on the Shinkansen early.

I looked at the seat number on my ticket and walked to the front carriage.

I thought it would be like a chartered train at this late hour, but I obviously underestimated the number of people from Nagano to Tokyo. Although there weren't many people, there were always a few people sitting in each carriage.

4 carriages, 14F.

You can’t choose your seat when changing your ticket, but fate still gave me a window seat.

As I approached row 14 and was about to put down my suitcase, I turned around and saw three people sitting in rows ABC in the front.

"Mr. Maori, Ms. Maori, what a coincidence, are you also taking this train?" I put my suitcase on my seat, walked forward a few steps and greeted them naturally.

"Mr. Fūya." The little pointed tip on Xiaolan's head was swaying in front of me, and I really felt my hands itching to move.

"It's you, kid." Uncle Maori still remembered me. After all, he had once accused me of being the criminal.

Compared with the Maori father and daughter, Conan's attitude towards me was obviously different from before. Behind his large-framed glasses, he had a wary and tentative look in his eyes.

This made me even more certain that he must have known Amuro's real name, otherwise he wouldn't have done that.

"And Conan-kun," I half-knelt down and touched the head of the Grim Reaper as usual, looking at him with innocent eyes, "It's been a long time since we last met. Has Conan-kun grown taller?"

"Really?" Conan's mouth twitched. He didn't even stand up. I said he had grown taller while he was still sitting in his seat. It sounded a bit perfunctory.

But, I just simply have nothing to say.

"Mr. Fūya, are you going back to Tokyo too?" Xiaolan said as she took out a small bag of Ichita persimmons from Nagano Prefecture that she was going to bring back this time from her bag and handed me one.

I took it while thanking him, reflecting in my heart that I had only done my job this time and didn't even buy any specialties. Now I don't even have a gift in hand to return the favor.

"I'm in Nagano Prefecture on some business, how about you guys?"

"Dad came here because he received a request from Nagano Prefecture, but we also spent two days here."

This should be a case from some daily episode. I can’t remember the number of these episodes at all.

After all, Conan has changed a lot and has been serialized for 20 years. Now, apart from checking in on the annual theatrical version, I only care about the main storyline.

At this moment, the vehicle started smoothly.

I have already greeted him, and according to Conan's style, he knows that I am in the car, so he will naturally find a chance to find me later.

So I greeted the Maori family and returned to my seat.

Sitting in my seat, I opened my suitcase and took out my computer.

It takes more than two hours to get from Nagano to Tokyo, and I have to find something to do during this long time.

It just so happened that I had only sorted out the previous photos, and had not yet extracted the key information - that is, the three pieces of information that the woman and Nishimura were looking for.

I want to extract them separately and put them in a folder.

I had just turned on my computer and hadn't even finished working on one document when I heard approaching footsteps.

Conan ran over with his legs stretched out, two bottles of juice in his hands.

"Brother Fūya, Sister Xiaolan asked me to bring juice to Brother Fūya!" His clear voice and childish face make him look like a good kid, which easily makes people like him.

I certainly wouldn't refuse. I closed my notebook and took the juice. "Thank Ms. Maori for me. Of course, thank Conan, too."

He didn't leave after listening to me, but sat next to me, pulled my sleeve and whispered: "Brother Fūya, can I have your Ichita persimmons? Sister Xiaolan said it's too late and can't let me eat them, but I just want to have a small bite, a small bite is enough——"

I drawled out my voice, sounding quite coquettish, just like a greedy little brat, but it was hard to dislike it, and it was cute instead.

However, once the true identity of this "child" is known...

"Pfft..." I imagined Kudo Shinichi's face in my mind and couldn't help laughing. "Okay, but when we get home, Conan-kun, you have to brush your teeth."

"Um!"

Just like that, Conan once again relied on his cuteness and coquettishness to sit next to me naturally.

"What are you doing in Nagano Prefecture this time, Brother Furuya? I haven't seen you for a long time." Conan asked me casually while eating.

"It's nothing, I just came here for fun." I avoided the subject, which only made him more concerned. "I didn't expect Conan-kun to pay so much attention to me. We've only met twice, right?"

"But Furiya-san is also a detective, and I am also a detective, and I am a rival of Furiya-san!" Conan said this with the innocence of a child. If it were an ordinary person, he would naturally let down his guard after being teased like this.

As expected of you, Oscar's great screenwriter.

"By the way, I heard from Enomoto-san from Poirot Café that Furuya-san used to be a chef at Poirot Café, and it is said that his cooking skills are very good!" Conan looked at me, "It seems that Furuya-san, although he is a makeup artist, seems to be able to do many things."

"Poirot was just helping out. Toru-kun invited me to taste some snacks, so of course I returned the favor." I saw Conan's intention. "It's just a little bit of cooking skills. Don't you think Toru-kun can do a lot of things?"

The topic turned to An Sir. When Conan heard me calling him by his name, his eyes changed slightly. I don't know what he thought of, but he quickly covered it up. "Are you already so close to Amuro Brother, Furuya Brother?"

"We are very compatible. Tou-kun's cooking skills are truly unforgettable. I am looking forward to getting close to him so that I can learn from him..." I paused deliberately, "some tricks."

"However, when it comes to ability, we still have to look at Mr. Maori," I spoke before Conan continued, seemingly targeting Uncle Maori, but my eyes fell on Conan, "I noticed it during the previous case. As expected of the "Sleeping Kogoro", Mr. Maori didn't even open his mouth when he was reasoning, and the source of his voice was also quite low--"

Damn, Conan's eyes were reflecting light - I just felt that when I looked over, a beam of light was reflected straight from his glasses, which hurt my eyes and I squinted involuntarily.

I didn't see the expression on Conan's face that I had been waiting for, so I could only say the second half of the sentence based on my feeling, "It really makes people... unable to pay attention to it——"