How should I put it? Because the most important things I have ever carried were all related to exams, and at most the expectations of my parents and teachers. So I can understand the feeling of An Sir moving forward with such a heavy burden, but I can't empathize with him.
The hand he was holding tightened, but he was still trying hard, as if he was trying to suppress something.
After a long silence, he raised his hand and placed his palm on my chest.
At this time, there were some red marks on my right hand where he had just strangled me.
I suddenly understood something and chuckled softly.
With a hint of surprise, he took off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt. With a little force, the bandage inside came loose, revealing his big chest muscles that were over 90!
Well, the point is the bullet scar that once pierced my heart.
It's a round spot, only the size of a thumb, and there's a slight tearing and burning feeling around the scar.
Although it is a small scar, it is shocking.
My warm chest felt cold, and I heard his sour voice, "Hir--Hiromitsu."
I felt inexplicably relieved.
Looking at Sir An with his head down, I stretched out my left hand and placed it on his face. I wiped my thumb under his eye sockets, letting the tear flow through my fingertips into my palm.
"——We are friends after all, right?" I sighed in a low voice.
Sir An nodded and finally put down his hand.
I opened my left hand, which was wet with water.
But when Sir An raised his head again, apart from some physiological redness in his eyes, there seemed to be nothing visible on his face.
"Ah - we are friends." Sir An said it so clearly, acknowledging my identity.
It would be redundant to explain further, as everything is self-explanatory. In the car, there was only the sound of overlapping shallow breathing, as if only one person was breathing.
Once the most important knot in your heart is untied, the rest of the words will flow out like running water.
"You are right, your guess is right, identity, relationship. Even if you don't remember anything, you are still you," An Sir has calmed down. After the initial shock, the joy like a clear spring has not stopped, but flows in a more gentle way. "The man you met in Nagano Prefecture should be Brother Gao Ming, your elder brother."
I nodded. "Then I should be, Morobushi Jingguang, right?"
He nodded, as if he had thought of something, but he did not speak any more about the matters between the brothers. Instead, he quickly asked about what he cared about most.
"Do you remember what happened to you?"
His speech speed was obviously a beat faster.
After all, he is one of the few people who knows the whereabouts of Jingguang's "corpse" - the body that was taken away and destroyed by the organization once again appeared in a brand new look. No matter what the reason, it is inseparable from the organization.
For me, it is common practice for the Red Side not to share information with each other, but I will tell Sir An everything that needs to be told, so that I don’t have to work hard myself.
"Except for those fragmentary, distant memory fragments, the first scene I was truly conscious of was in the laboratory," I took out my phone and bookmarked the news about the explosion and fire in the Halsey Pharmaceuticals building in the United States due to improper operation, and sent it to An Sir, "It was here. When I woke up, there was no one alive in the building. I escaped along the outside of the building."
He took my phone. Although he held a high position in the organization and was an intelligence officer, he had never been exposed to anything related to biochemical experiments, so naturally he had no idea about the relationship between Halsey and the organization.
He never paid attention to such news happening abroad.
This is what made An Sir suddenly startled when he saw it. He maintained a good habit of reading the news and suddenly thought, "Halsey - the pharmaceutical group that had an accident in the news yesterday is in... Nagano Prefecture."
He said this and looked at me for confirmation.
I nodded, giving him the right signal. "As I just mentioned, Konak and Barcelo are both senior experimenters there, and the experiments they conducted are also related to me."
Sir An tightened his fingers, and it was obvious that his fingers were turning white from the exertion.
Phew——Sir An turned pale?
Hahahaha, why would I think of such things when things are so serious?
What if I laugh?
I quickly put on a serious face and continued to use words to cover up my somewhat unnatural expression, "First of all, what I want to talk about is not about the experiment related to me, but about something related to you, Zero."
"Me?" He was a little surprised that I would say this first. He was obviously more concerned about my previous topic.
But I have to say this, the pure black nightmare is just around the corner.
"Do you know that a person code-named Curacao has recently infiltrated the public security department?" As soon as I opened my mouth, Sir An's brows furrowed tightly.
The reunion with close friends was of course exciting, but even at this time, he would not forget the priorities.
"What's going on?" Sir An asked after calming down.
"A person codenamed Curacao infiltrated the public security system in order to obtain spies arranged by the public security and other known organizations." I thought about it and described, "She is a woman, with excellent abilities in disguise, fighting, disguising, intelligence gathering, etc. She has been brainwashed by the organization and has the ability of a human-shaped USB flash drive. Under certain conditions, she can remember everything she sees, so even if she wants to steal data, all she needs is an eye and a brain."
After hearing my description, Sir An's expression became more serious.
If a woman described like this has really infiltrated the system, it would be very troublesome to find her.
What’s more troublesome is that without more rigorous arrangements, it would be difficult to arrest them even if they were discovered.
"This Curacao, has it infiltrated?" He recalled that he probably hadn't heard the rumor about Curacao in the organization yet.
Well, according to the setting, Curacao, as Rum's confidant, should have had a top-secret identity.
He doesn't have the same God's perspective as I do, so naturally there are many things that I take for granted but are not the case in his eyes.
"I overheard Konark say that 'everything is going well' and it should be time to close the net soon," I said seriously.
He handed the phone back to me, and his mind was probably rapidly reviewing all the recent events within the public security system that he had learned about.
However, to be able to get into such a top-secret position of access to undercover information, one must have either infiltrated long ago or have the help of an insider.
No matter which one it is, it directly points to problems among the top public security officials.
There was a problem internally, which was a serious matter.
"Moreover, according to Konark, Curacao is a close confidant of Rum. All orders are directly assigned by Rum. He has a special status. He may have already noticed your identity, but he just hasn't had time to spread it."
I've thought about it carefully, and there were many irrational things in Gin's nightmare at that time - but now that it has come true, I can only say that everything should be explained.
I am analyzing from Jingguang's perspective - first of all, if the public security department discovered the existence of Curacao in the beginning as Yuya Kazami said, then Curacao should not have been given time to read the correct information. It is impossible that they cannot even make up a piece of false information. If they had directly written Gin's name on it, Conan would be at least half finished.
Therefore, there is only one explanation I can think of. In fact, the public security did not discover Curacao's existence in time, and Feng Jianyu was just using this method to attack Curacao's psychological defense. However, Curacao, who had undergone brainwashing training, was not affected by verbal attacks.
Secondly, as a head of public security with a very high level of confidentiality, was it necessary for Sir An to personally take action and compete with Curacao in that situation? Wouldn't it be equivalent to exposing the truck himself even if Curacao didn't have time to see Sir An's part?
Sir An's intelligence and prudence should not have allowed him to do such a thing, so he could only have done so because he had to. In other words, his presence or absence would not affect the overall situation - that is, it is very likely that Sir An's identity was already in Curacao's hands before Curacao stole the database.
Only in this way can it be logically justified. It can also explain the phone call from Sister Bay. Before Curacao stole the database, Gin had already set his sights on Sir An.
And what is certain is that it was already very late after Sir An received the news. He rushed back to the Public Security Headquarters and only because of his haste did the FBI also notice the matter. Otherwise, there was no reason for Shuichi Akai to squat outside the Public Security Building.
Is it just to hype up the couple?
Right!
This is the only reasonable explanation.
That's why I said that just now. Judging from An Sir's reaction, he really didn't know anything about Curacao.
This also confirms my speculation from the side.
I am really smart.
"If so--" Sir An's thoughts turned very quickly. What he had to consider now was not how the secret was leaked or how Curacao got in. What he had to consider now was how to solve the current problem as quickly and effectively as possible. "Since she is in, she can't be allowed to leave again!"
At this point, no matter how much he believed what I said, it is better to believe it than to bet on it.
He immediately contacted Yuya Kazami and asked him to secretly prepare a fake undercover list as a backup - without knowing who the enemy is and where the enemy is, even the public security department would find it hard to believe it.
So he directly handed the task to a subordinate whom he could absolutely trust, and asked him to keep it absolutely confidential and not report it even to higher-level superiors.
It was certain that there must be something wrong with the senior public security officials - this was something he had suspected long ago.
He looked up at me.
Obviously, in the current situation, I am more trustworthy and easier to cooperate with than the public security internal department who cannot tell the side.
For him, this was a reunion after eight years.