I got into Sir An's favorite car, Mazda's Rx7 FD3S.

Although I didn't take the driving test because I thought it was too expensive - I will never admit that I have no talent, but this does not prevent me from liking all kinds of cars and collecting quite a few models.

Especially since this is the most famous car in Conan besides the Porsche 356A, and it also resembles the handsome Matsuda, so I love him so much.

The car is really handsome, this is the romance of men.

If I had the chance, I would definitely try some scientific racing. I don’t race in this world, and I won’t have the chance to do it when I go back.

When I was in the real world, even though my best friend taught me how to drive a manual gearbox, I couldn't even start the car and didn't know how to step on the clutch.

But, here I have a driver's license.

Coming back to the present, my mentality this time is different from the last time I took this car, so I am particularly excited.

Sir An opened the door for me very gentlemanly and let me sit in the passenger seat.

I took off my coat and fastened my seat belt, wanting to see where he would drive.

Because what I am going to say next is bound to be more confidential, I need an absolutely safe place.

Fortunately, Curacao has not yet released the undercover list, otherwise Sir An would not have it so easy.

The car finally stopped near an industrial area far away from the city. There were few people there, and the area was flat and there was no room for hiding.

We did not get out of the car. Sir An's own car was of course safe enough. The car had a signal interference system, and he checked the car at least twice a day to see if there were any problems. So it was better to stay in the car than to look for an unfamiliar place.

You can also avoid the cool breeze of early spring.

Sir An pulled up the handbrake, unfastened the safety and looked at me, obviously waiting for me to speak first.

Okay, okay, I'll speak first, smile.jpg

"Where should I start?" I unbuckled my seat belt, but didn't turn around. Instead, I leaned back in my seat and said, "Let's start with myself."

"You should already know that "Furiya Rei" is not my real name. I just use this name."

I was mixed up in my emotions—sadness, but more of a sense of bewilderment.

I looked up, unfocused, at a black spot on the roof of the car. It looked like a stain, just one small stain in the entire area.

I care so much about it. I really want to go up and dig it out and get it clean.

Sir An did not answer the call because the name involved his identity and any careless response could be fatal.

So at this time silence itself is the best response.

"I just... have no choice. This is the only full name I can find in my memory. The rest are too scattered to be pieced together." I said, and stretched out my hand. My fingertips touched the roof of the car and picked at the stain.

——I can’t pick it out. There’s only a black patch. It makes me feel bad.

He sighed, "I wasn't lying when I said we hit it off right away." I tilted my head to look at him, "I must know you, or - I used to know you. I just can't tell whether this "knowledge" means an enemy or a friend? So I don't dare to act rashly."

I put my hand down, rummaged in my pocket, and pulled out a makeup-removing wipe.

I always carry some basic makeup and make-up removers with me in case of emergency.

“But I also know that I don’t have that much time, and there are some things I can’t do alone.” For example, translating professional papers is not something that can be done just by knowing English.

I tell you, my English level has really improved by leaps and bounds in the past two days. Even though I used the Jingguang brand translator to help me, I definitely had to use my brain, and I converted from English to Japanese and then to Chinese.

At least, I think I have hope of passing CET-6 next time. I can't say a high score, but at least I can pass 425, right? Then my suffering is not in vain.

"You may not be my only choice, but you should be my best choice." I looked at Mr. An seriously, and didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, I turned back and tore open the wet towel and held it in my hand while speaking, "Toru Amuro, Bourbon, I'm actually not sure what this pseudonym or code name means, can you tell me?"

I half lowered my head, and my long hair fell along my shoulders, covering my face.

Having said that, I have shown my sincerity enough, and it can be said that I have almost slammed the answer into Sir An's face.

Of course, the reason why I dare to say this is that I am sure that Sir An is more than 50% sure of my identity.

During the time I was away, he must have been to my rental house. Combined with what he usually showed and the key information that I was going to "Nagano Prefecture", it was enough for him to make a judgment.

My frankness must have won me extra points in his eyes.

Yes, I do need extra points - Jingguang may have already scored full marks in Sir An's eyes, but I am not Jingguang after all.

He would have discovered this eventually.

Sir An's identity does not allow him to relax. Even in the case of extreme surprise, he must be alert.

I will not admit that I have memories, but as long as I don't reveal my complete memories, I will never really become Jingguang, and all possible flaws will always have an explanation.

"Bourbon is my code name. You heard it on the phone, right?" He didn't ask any questions, but his tone was not harsh, just a hint of caution.

It's not a tentative caution, but a cautiousness that is a bit timid.

I suddenly felt a little regretful. Maybe I shouldn't reveal my identity at this time.

For An Sir, he has accepted the fact that he lost his best friend. It was a painful process, but the most difficult time has passed. What I am doing now is probably re-enacting this process.

I closed my eyes and encouraged myself in my heart. I had come this far, so I had to believe in myself and follow my script. It should - no, it would definitely work.

"I do have doubts about your identity, but if I ask you now, I'm afraid you won't be able to answer it," he said, his eyes sweeping over me, as if he wanted to peel off my skin. "You said - you only have scattered memories, which means you are in a state of amnesia?"

I didn't answer immediately, but just put the makeup remover wipes on my face and wiped from my eyes. "I can't even confirm this. If I don't remember anything, I can't come back from the United States. But if I remember something, I don't even know my own name. What kind of state is this?"

The state of separation between the mind and the body is just made up.

I don’t know if there is any medical knowledge that can explain it - if not, I can only study science. Anyway, I can’t explain it.

When I think about something so professional, I get a headache.

Who would have thought that after hearing what I said, Sir An seemed to understand it very well. It's impossible for a police chief like him to know much about medicine, right?

Wait, has there been a similar situation or precedent in the organization?

This shouldn't happen, Jingguang...

No, Jingguang is just the only successful person in this group. Maybe there were people who were successful or almost successful before him?

But does Sir An have access to these contents given his position in the organization?

Removing makeup is much easier than putting it on. My conversations with An-sir are always accompanied by silence, so before we could say a few words, I had already removed my makeup. "When you sent me back to the rental house that day, I was actually testing you on purpose. When people are most relaxed, they will react to certain names."

At that time, Sir An's expression, compared to his usual expression, actually had a certain direction.

If I had asked him at that time, he would have been able to evade the question, but as long as I didn't ask him, he couldn't explain it.

The plan is through!

"This time when I went back to Nagano, I met a man - I shouldn't know him, but I felt relieved when I saw him. Although we only met briefly, his reaction confirmed that the relationship between us was definitely extraordinary." I paused, and suddenly felt that such words were not enough to express it. "Moreover, his eyes... I don't believe there are strangers in this world who look so similar."

As I said that, I pulled the hair that was hanging in front of my chest back and looked at Sir An with my true face.

Although he was prepared in his heart, he could hardly suppress the tears in his eyes when he saw this face. In the dim environment in the car, my magnified vision could clearly see the tears in his eyes.

He controlled the strong emotions that threatened to burst out of him, trapped the beast in his body, suppressed himself but did not show it at all.

It's like taking a pot of boiling water and forcing it to remain calm and without bubbles.

Not to mention him, I felt uncomfortable just watching it.

"Especially, when I heard someone call him "Gao Ming" - I could feel my body shouting, I knew who he was, and he must know who I was. But I didn't know who he was. There was some understanding in his eyes, and he didn't have any hostility towards me, but he couldn't say my name and my identity." I analyzed carefully, "His partner drove a police car, he is a police officer in Nagano Prefecture. And I should stand with him."

"The police who cannot speak - there are only public security police, public security police with special identities. Cognac, Rams, Barcelo, and you - Bourbon," I counted the names of the wines I knew in the past few days, implying that I had already guessed the composition of the members of this organization. But my hand seemed to be raised involuntarily, and my index finger stretched out and touched his chest, "Here, there should have been a cherry blossom."

"Perhaps scattered memories and speculations can't explain anything, but... I want to believe you. Just treat it as a gamble, and--" I blinked at him, "I didn't lose, did I?"

Sir An opened his mouth, but for a long time he seemed unable to say anything. He just suddenly grabbed my hand that was on his chest, and then held it tightly against his forehead.

His long, unkempt bangs obscured his facial features, making it difficult for me to see his expression. I could only glimpse a bit from his slightly trembling shoulders.

"Please let me know my name, Zero." I whispered.