According to my personality, it would have been a real problem if the eavesdropping device had not been discovered, but before destroying it, I still successfully sent out the code name "Scotland".

Speaking of the brewery, I remembered the news I saw the day after returning to Beika Town. Due to improper operation, the equipment of Hailsey Pharmaceutical exploded, blowing away half of the materials on the floor. Fortunately, it happened late at night, so no one was injured.

Sure enough, this matter had to be covered up.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and went through the process of my own actions several times. I changed my identity and checked in hotels several times, and I was even too immersed in the work of a programmer, which led to a baldness crisis. When I moved that day, I even brought a hairnet.

They'll never find me!

After figuring this out, I felt relieved, tidied myself up a bit, and went out.

Because my nerves suddenly relaxed, I fell asleep for more than ten hours after I came back yesterday. Although my sleep was not stable, I woke up and fell asleep. But it was still a rest, but my nerves were still in a state of passive tension.

There is no way, I am too deeply influenced by the scenery.

I woke up, ordered some takeout, and then worked for a few hours.

To be honest, I have never struggled so hard even when I was writing my thesis. It was like I was dreaming back to my senior year of high school. It was killing me.

But it's also a gain.

I prioritized sorting out the incomplete materials related to Jingguang's body. After finishing, I immediately entered the state of a sage. It was like being forced to review even though there was no final exam. It was so painful.

I have to change my plan for the latter parts and find a way to hire someone to help me. I absolutely, absolutely don't want to think about it myself.

This is my own brain, not Jingguang's brain.

I still have to cherish my brain cells. Otherwise, what if I continue to be a sage after I go back? I will take the exam right after New Year's Day.

Damn it.

Putting aside the complaints, the data about Jingguang is also extremely valuable. Although the remaining part does not have the cause and effect, the general process of the experiment is also detailed.

The activation of Jingguang's body even involves the "Silver Bullet" in the core of the organization. I remember that this is a drug developed by the Miyano couple.

The effect is self-evident, it can give a dead body a new life. However, this drug is not considered a success, because its effect is only to "resurrect" the body.

In the stack of test data I got, there were hundreds of test subjects using the "Silver Bullet" in this branch test alone. These corpses - or maybe they were more than just corpses, they were just numbers on the paper, but the success rate of the "Silver Bullet" was too low. There was only one successful person with a name and a detailed test report in the data.

Morofu Jingguang is simply the chosen one of heaven.

His body is the only one in decades whose heart was restarted by an injection of drugs after being confirmed dead.

Therefore, all information related to Jingguang is top secret, and no one except the relevant personnel knows the true progress of the experiment.

I guess that's why Gin and Black Widow dealt with Division 3 so roughly. They probably didn't even know what specific research results were in Division 3.

Otherwise, Jingguang's value is definitely higher than all the "undercover" in the experimental field.

Although we still don't know the purpose of Konark and that woman, but from their tone, Brother Gin may have taken responsibility?

At the same time, it was obvious that the two of them were not clear about the progress of the experiment involving Jingguang, otherwise there would be no need to come to look for information late at night.

I even doubt whether they knew that Jingguang was the core of the success of the experiment.

Back to the report, although Jingguang was the only successful person, some cases that were close to success were also included in the detailed report.

In these nearly successful cases, some of them restored their heartbeats, but they stopped again soon after, and some even had serious side effects.

The disorder of biological signals in the body even leads to some reactions similar to those of zombies - don't get me wrong, there is no cannibalism process, the resurrected body does not have the function of "eating", it's just that the disorder of biological signals leads to disorder of muscle signals, which makes them move a bit like zombies.

It is worth mentioning that the reason why this is classified as a brain experiment is because the "Silver Bullet" only has the function of resurrecting the human body, and the brain function is not included in this category.

Brain resurrection is the second phase of the experiment.

Just like physical death and brain death are two different concepts.

This is also the reason why we judge that the characteristics of resurrection come from the heart rather than breathing. The resurrected body cannot receive signals from the brain - or the brain does not send any signals at all, so it has no ability to breathe independently and needs to be on a ventilator.

This also explains why, for those with disordered biological signals, it is very difficult for them to breathe through a tube because their muscles are twitching and their bodies are constantly moving. Naturally, they cannot survive for long.

As for the complex principles of the explanations, on the one hand I don't understand them, and on the other hand they are full of science and I certainly cannot explain them with my common sense.

I rubbed my forehead and cleaned up the room. I didn't dare to put these important things in the computer. I would format everything in it after each use. The useful information was placed in two U disks respectively - one for documents and the other for audio and video.

I also organized the contents of the first two chips together.

I carry a copy with me, and all the backups are placed together in the same smaller chip, which is only half the size of a fingernail. I wrapped it with a layer of colored plastic film, and then made it into a small logo, which I stick on my powder cake openly.

Of course, in order to confuse people, the logo I made is in the style of the original logo of the powder cake. It is absolutely seamless. Call me a genius!

After stretching, I really felt like lying in the room.

Although I usually like to stay at home, the premise of staying at home is that I stay at home to have fun, not to study.

Now I just want to go out, see the scenery and treat myself to a good meal.

I've been here for so long, where should I go to get food?

After all, I have to go to Poirot.

Delicious and pleasing to the eyes.

Maybe I can find an opportunity to make some progress. Is it possible to pull An Sir over to do the hard work of translation for me?

With this purpose in mind, I stepped into the Polo Café.

It's not peak time, so there aren't many people in the store. As soon as I walked in, I saw the Maori family sitting by the window, and I wanted to turn around and leave.

I am still in the afterglow of my career and don't want to be involved in a murder case again. Do you want me to make a choice among the three options when the time comes?

But precisely because there were so few people there, after I opened the door, Xiaolan called me before I could even turn around and leave.

"Mr. Fangtani, what a coincidence."

Been seen.

I could only hold back my tears while walking up to them with a smile on my face and standing in front of their table. "Mr. Maori, Ms. Maori and Conan-kun, are there no cases calling for detectives today?"

Since we had met a few times before and had gotten to know each other a little better, I changed my tone and greeted him jokingly in a more intimate manner.

"Not every case can mobilize the famous detective like me, Maori Kogoro." Uncle Maori took a bite of the sandwich and put down the newspaper in his hand.

"The client made an appointment for a while, so we came here to eat something first." Xiaolan replied and invited me to sit down with her.

I looked at Conan's wary eyes and this time I even skipped the process of pretending to be young and saying hello.

If I sit down, I have to...

When I thought of this, my joy overcame my fear of death - of course, mainly because in the store now, besides Sir An, Miss Enomoto, the Mori family and me, there was only an uncle eating a sandwich next to us.

There is simply no element of a murder case.

Even if you count me, there won't be enough people.

Don't be afraid. If a large number of people come in for an important matter, I will pack up my things and leave immediately without staying.

I looked up at An Sir, who was preparing food with his back to me, and suddenly a logical idea came to my mind -

Working Emperor, working for anyone is not working, working for me is the same.

When I regained my sight, I saw something. At that moment, I suddenly realized what day it was.

Of course I can't remember all the Conan episodes, but because of the annual theater check-in, plus the fact that I've been reminded of Gin's nightmare recently, when I saw the uncle next door eating a sandwich while peeking at An Sir, I reacted immediately.

The shadow approaching Amuro is this uncle who wants the secret recipe of the sandwich.

No murder today!

So I naturally squatted in front of the tense Conan and said, "What's wrong, Conan-kun? You don't look well."

As I was talking, I touched his head and said, "Did you play too much and play too late?"

"Well...the new game is so fun." Conan couldn't help but interrupt me next to Xiaolan.

"No, Conan-kun." I leaned forward to get closer to Conan, and lowered my voice so that he was the only one who could hear me. "Some of these 'toys' are too early for Conan-kun."

After saying this, I smiled and stood up.

"I see you're almost done eating. Since Mr. Maori has something else to do, I won't bother you. I haven't eaten since I woke up this morning, so I'm still a little hungry."

After that, I moved to sit at the front bar.

Only Conan's scrutinizing eyes were left on my back.

The afterglow of the sage state made my five senses less sensitive, and I sat down easily, "Long time no see, Tou-kun."

"I haven't seen Ling-kun for several days. Is there something wrong?" Sir An helped me get a menu.

I saw a lot of new items on the menu that weren't there last time. The item I tried last time was also on the menu.

Sir An, you really work very hard here.

I looked at it, and because of choice paralysis - especially when looking at a menu, I usually just go for the signature dish.

But I've already had the signature dish this time, and wanted to try something different.

"Tou-kun, please help me. I'm very hungry now, so I just need something to fill my stomach," I put the menu on the table. "I was really busy the past few days, and I didn't sleep well for several days."

"Really? You should take good care of yourself even when you are working." I saw Sir An first make me a cup of coffee, and then he started to cook.

I do feel very tired. In every sense, this is the most tiring world for me.

What’s even more difficult is that I can’t sleep well alone.

Because of Jingguang Keizi's passive alertness - perhaps it was because he was in an extremely tense state until his death, my sleep would be interrupted as long as I heard the slightest movement.

Although I could fall asleep again very quickly, the feeling of being in a light sleep the whole time, even if I lay in bed with my eyes closed for more than ten hours on and off, could not allow me to get a good rest.

Jingguang's body can hold on, but my brain can't.

Add to that the Sage Status... I'm going to die.

Now I am secretly grateful. Fortunately, I have a brain to help me. Otherwise, I would have collapsed long ago and would have entered a state of long-term autism.

What does it mean to have no desires? I will demonstrate it right here on the spot.

But, it suddenly occurred to me that if there was someone who could help Jingguang's body relax, wouldn't I be able to rest very relaxedly?

I looked up at Sir An. Could I invite him to hang out with me later and then have him stay in a standard room?

I supported my forehead with one hand and watched the constant movements of An Sir's hands. As I was thinking about this, I closed my eyes unconsciously, and fell asleep in a daze.