As soon as I finished speaking, Conan's expression changed immediately, and he was no longer as relaxed as before.

At first glance, the color of the classic Conan's frightened eyes became lighter, and even the highlights were much dimmer.

Seeing this scene, I lowered my head happily, but restrained the smile on my face, put down my black glasses, and looked him directly in the eyes.

Through Conan's eyes, I can see my own pupils which look a little cold.

Before this, I had never carefully studied the expression in Jingguang's body, but now that it was magnified in the eyes of others, I actually felt that there was an elusive coldness in Jingguang's eyes - or "death".

Perhaps it is because the body itself is a "corpse" driven by the power of the brain, so there is an indelible sense of death in the eyes.

Normally I have my glasses blocking my view, and my smile is full of warmth so I don't have this feeling. But now, at first glance, I actually look a bit pretentious and quite intimidating.

No wonder Conan could hardly control his terrified expression. Although he tried to adjust himself, he was not a professional agent, so he was still not good at hiding his emotions.

"Ahahaha, what are you talking about, Fūya-nii-san." He pulled up the corners of his mouth and spoke in a crisp voice with his throat pinched, looking very unruly.

I sat up straight, pushed up my glasses and put on an innocent face, as if the cold gaze just now was just Conan's illusion.

"Of course I'm talking about Mr. Maori's amazing ventriloquism. He must be a master to have reached this level, right?" I poked my chin in amazement. "I've only seen this kind of ability on TV. This is probably the first time I've seen it in real life. Mr. Maori deserves it!"

I saw Conan's eyebrows twitching as he listened to me. Not only that, his facial expression also became indescribable.

After all, my current state is similar to the feeling when An Sir praises Uncle Maori, and Conan's mood must be quite complicated.

But he didn't dare to refute me, for fear that I would hold on to this matter.

"Haha, really? That's true - Uncle Maori is very powerful." I could sense some dissatisfaction in his words, it was so funny.

"Wow! Brother Fūya's computer is the same as the one I saw at the doctor's place before!" Conan regrouped, opened his two short hands exaggeratedly, and asked in surprise, "Is there the same game as the one at the doctor's place?"

It seemed to me that he was about to reach his evil hands towards my computer.

I would say he is really brave.

If this were a real bottle of wine, there would be something so important inside, and I would turn against anyone who dared to touch it!

After all, real wine should be like Gin Ye, and cool guys never talk nonsense.

"No, Conan-kun." I grabbed Conan's little hand that was stretched out to me, "Furugu-san's computer is a work computer, and children can't touch it casually."

"Yes--" He drew out the tone, as if he was very obedient.

But I actually noticed his little move.

Taking advantage of the larger movement just now and catching my attention on the computer, he took the opportunity to put something inside the hem of my clothes behind me.

I guess it's a bug, a classic Conan trick. Even if it's discovered, won't Uncle Mori still be blamed in the end?

Looking back carefully, especially at Gin's place, all the things Conan did were finally blamed on Uncle Mori. If Akai hadn't intervened in time, Uncle Mori would have died.

So, this father-in-law is not my biological father after all.

The goal was achieved, Conan wanted to stay and continue observing, but -

"Come to think of it, when I was doing full-body makeup design, I specifically studied the changes in people's posture. I remember that one of the most important points is that the posture feelings expressed at different ages are different. This is not only due to family education issues, but more from the combined physiological and psychological influences of people during their natural growth. This potential influence is common to all humans and is difficult to change deliberately." I suddenly said this, although I didn't look directly at Conan.

But he already had an indescribable feeling that something was wrong.

I continued, "For example, a child and a high school student may only seem to be growing physically, but in fact, their psychological maturity and changes in experience will directly affect their appearance. In the time-travel novels I read before, an adult's soul traveled through time and space into a child's body and was able to hide it, but in fact, it was just a story. The movements, expressions, and states of children because of their physical and mental immaturity are all obvious at a glance."

"It's just that most people don't study it. Especially when encountering an emergency, it can be the most direct way to test a person's true condition, such as a crime scene, especially a murder scene. This kind of extreme stimulus can be very telling."

"Are you right, Conan?" I said, pressing my arms in front of the computer, supporting my chin with my hands crossed, my face slightly tilted but not lowered, just looking down, looking at Conan meaningfully.

Can you imagine the expression of the God of Death? It was one that turned from white to black, and then from black to white, with his lips trembling - or rather, shaking slightly, and his pupils trembling, full of shaking.

"I..." He said this with a bit of dryness at first, but soon his basic qualities as an actor forced him to laugh. "I don't understand these advanced theories at all. Fūya-nii knows things that haven't even been shown on TV. He's really amazing! Hahaha, but I've been here for too long. Ran-nii will be anxious soon, so I'll go back first."

After he said that, he didn't even look at my reaction. He just jumped down and ran away with a "thump thump" sound.

I have the second half of my response, can you listen to it?

Never mind, there's a bug.

"Hey - Sister Xiaolan, it's so important..." I didn't speak very loudly, but the eavesdropping device heard my real words.

But after I said that, I felt a little anxious. Conan hasn't gone back to put on his headphones yet. What if he didn't hear what I said just now?

The confrontation with Director Ke was so interesting.

Oh, right. By the way, I just said that a lot of nonsense. Anyway, no one can prove it, so I just said it, hehe——

It’s so happy. It feels so good to persecute the god of death!

I held my head and rubbed my temples. Ever since I last used my brain, I felt a little sore and itchy, not sure if it was because of dust or water in my head.

Anyway, I just feel uncomfortable.

But it wasn't a big problem. I turned on my computer and continued the work I had just unfinished.

When I turned to the second document, I suddenly saw a page marked with APTX-4869. This caught my attention like a keyword.

I didn't make any distinction and quickly translated the meaning of the surrounding sentences.

But I didn't get excited for long. Apart from some professional terms, the meaning of this article is probably just a brief mention of this medicine.

Because during the process of body shrinkage, the most dangerous part is the brain. More than 99% of the mortality rates are mostly due to problems with the brain.

Because the structure of this area is extremely sophisticated, and human medicine has not yet fully explored this area, the "cause of death" is impossible to detect - however, the appendix here actually only borrows part of the composition principle of APTX-4869.

Because it is quoted, it is marked out. The specific drug ingredients are not comprehensive enough, and only the necessary part is extracted.

However, since my betrayal, this project seems to have been at a standstill, and the research institute has been completely destroyed, so the few components left here should be very valuable.

If I were given grief, it would be very useful.

However, for the time being, I will still follow the classic spirit of the red team: not sharing intelligence with teammates!

Two hours seems like a long journey, but when you actually get down to work, it's actually very short.

By the time I put everything in the prepared USB drive, we were about to arrive at the station.

I put away the things I had on hand and put on my coat carefully so as not to knock Conan's eavesdropping device off.

You should take a quick look. Nowadays, there are no kind-hearted people like me who are diligent in delivering information to others.

Please type "There is true love in the world" on the public screen, okay?

We were all going to Beika-cho, and it was even on the same route. From the station to my rented house and then to the Mori Detective Office, it was the same road, so we naturally went together and could share the taxi fare.

After all, it’s so late and public transportation also needs a break.

I hadn't been home for nearly ten days, so the room was already covered in dust. When I went out this time, I naturally took the same protective measures as last time.

The lead core is intact, the paper is still there, and the dust inside is still normal.

But I just feel that someone might have been here.

Trying to judge, it's unscientific that no one has come here since I was away for so long!

I don't believe it. I don't believe that Sir An would not seize such a good opportunity and come here in person.

When I left, I used my own identity information to buy the ticket, so the public security police would definitely be able to track down my itinerary to Nagano.

Moreover, the surveillance camera could clearly see me leaving.

Although I didn't leave any particularly important evidence, all the traces of my life here were in accordance with Jingguang's habits.

Indeed, at first I also thought about leaving the things in the chip that I couldn't understand to Sir An, but then I thought about it and realized that I really couldn't guarantee that the people who came would only be Sir An or the public security department. If something went wrong, if someone from the organization came -

I just exposed the truck myself and that was it.

Moreover, according to Jingguang's cautiousness, even if he had lost his memory, he would never leave such an important thing in a rented house.

In short, I experienced the feeling of knowing a lot of things, but how to reveal them in a logical way is also a problem.

Even if I wanted to tell Conan through the eavesdropper, there's no way. I live alone. Am I going to be talking to myself like crazy here?

It’s, it’s very difficult.