Sir An assigned the task to Yuya Kazami. Of course, the fake list couldn't be too excessive and couldn't be screened by Kazami alone, so Sir An simply sorted out a few names and sent them to Kazami.

"Is it possible?" I watched his fingers dancing quickly on the screen of his mobile phone, and finally he told Kazami everything he wanted to tell.

Sir An did not give me a positive answer directly, but just said: "This can only be the last backup plan. It is best to find Curacao before she reaches the inside line."

This is easier said than done.

The public security department is not entirely united, especially regarding Sir An's identity. He cannot show up in person until he is sure that his identity has been exposed.

"Instead of trying to find someone in the public security department, why not just lay out the bait and wait for her to take the bait?" I thought about it for a moment, and suddenly remembered the conversation between Konak and the woman that I overheard at the time. Suddenly, I had another idea, "Curaçao is Rum's man, but he may not be loyal to Rum."

I thought about it carefully, and although Curacao seemed to be portrayed as very loyal, I felt that this might not be the case.

If you are really strong enough - like Gin, can you imagine Gin being turned against you just because he has amnesia?

No way, or imagine that Conan joins the Black Organization because of amnesia and gives Xiaolan a blow?

That’s not okay, right?

This is a subconscious problem - the fact that she was easily turned against by the Junior Detective Team can only mean one thing.

That is, Curacao has long wanted to leave the organization. It may not be rebellion, but maybe he just wants to leave, just like Mingmei.

Unlike Mingmei, Curacao, who had served under Rum, was definitely not naive.

Listen to what the woman who was talking to Konark said at the time, "Say hello to Curacao and add the other person's name to the undercover list."

This is selfishness.

Her tone was so matter-of-fact that her relationship with Curacao must be extraordinary. At least it was easy for Curacao to deceive the organization for her.

But I don't believe there is any emotional connection between the two of them. After all, judging from the performance in the Curacao theater version, he seems like a person who lacks love. Coupled with the performance of that woman, I speculate that the relationship between them should be that of partners with a vested interest.

Of course, these are just my guesses.

"You doubt Curacao's loyalty to Rum? Why?" Sir An's eyes sharpened, and then he asked, "What do you think about the organization?"

No, I seem to have gotten a little carried away.

I am a person with amnesia.

Hurry up and patch it up!

"Which one do you want me to answer first?" I gave a helpless and indifference smile - I was just quickly drafting in my mind.

Sir An looked at my expression, as if he had been stabbed, and avoided my gaze, "One by one."

"Then let's start with the first question. Yes, I do doubt Curacao's loyalty to Rum. I can't say there is any evidence. The reasons are complicated. I am more of a feeling, so I dare not make a direct definition. But if there is a basis for it--" I took out a USB flash drive from the inside pocket of my open shirt and played with it between my fingers. "How about it, are you interested in coming to my place to see what I got in Nagano Prefecture?"

Sir An didn't have a computer in his car, so the car's electronic equipment couldn't fully read my USB drive.

I even winked at Sir An to give him a hint of electricity.

The sudden commotion made Sir An retreat strategically.

So what am I doing? Am I flirting with An Sir? No, that's not right. Why on earth can't I control myself and do this?

Jingguang's character? Impossible?

Myself?

I was just thinking about it in my head, I was scared to death even if I was just talking nonsense——

What on earth prompted me to do this?

"I'm sorry, I feel like someone has done this in my memory." I looked away and fastened my seat belt again.

At the same time, Sir An turned back and started the Mazda.

This is what it means to go to my place by default - why is it that every time I finish thinking about a sentence, I feel that what I am thinking is ambiguous?

"The third question is about the "organization" you mentioned - I can't remember the past, but some of the things I found recently are very detailed, at least they are related to my current situation. I went back to Japan at first just to regain my memory, and I went back to Nagano Prefecture some time ago because I had some clues - what I know now is mostly what I found recently."

What is this called - it is correct nonsense and actually has no information content.

What does it mean to listen to your words as if you were listening to a speech?

This is the highest realm.

"Especially regarding my lab sheet, it was a pleasant surprise to find it this time. To be honest, it was this lab sheet that helped me confirm some of my stance issues, and it also made me decide to tell you this at this uncertain time."

The reasons and lines of thought I found for myself are very complete, at least up to this point everything should be logical, right?

I have suffered enough from my vague words before, so this time I will definitely speak every word and every bit of my character out loud, leaving no chance for others to guess.

Sir An nodded after hearing this, and obeyed the traffic rules very well without being distracted.

Just a joke, Sir An is obeying traffic rules and driving carefully.

But I felt a little uneasy. I always felt that Sir An's reaction was quite different from what I had imagined. Although I couldn't say that he gave me 100% trust right away, his emotional outburst was too short and he was too restrained.

Although I didn't expect a water spout-like crying scene, it should be a little exciting. I now magnified my own perception and didn't feel that An Sir had any ups and downs at all.

This frustrates me.

Is it because my acting wasn't touching enough?

As I thought about this, I quickly cleaned myself up. Key words: Jingguang was in An Sir's car, his clothes were disheveled——

What kind of plot is this?

After the bandage inside came loose, it was difficult to fix, so I simply pulled it all off and just buttoned up my shirt.

The journey was not long and I soon arrived downstairs of my rented house.

This was not his first time here. Last time, they had tested each other under the street light, but now they were at the point where they could hold hands and go upstairs into a room.

As usual, I took down the note and the lead core in front of him.

When I stood up, I saw that Sir An was still trying to look surprised. I raised my eyebrows and said, "No need, Zero. This is not the first time you've come in."

After hearing this, he shrugged as if he was not opposed to it. His expression was like that of a cat that had knocked over its ink bottle, which made people feel inexplicably soft.

Following me into the room, I first quickly checked the safety of the room, then took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator and let it fizz for a while before pouring it into the cup.

I like iced happy water, and I only feel comfortable if it has the soda feeling of carbonated drinks, but Sir An is different. He likes to drink the kind without carbonate.

Although it is not shown in the manga, it is very clear in Jingguang's memory.

As the saying goes, details determine success or failure. I have specially compiled a list of An Sir's hobbies and a list of Gao Ming's hobbies - the former is more detailed, while the latter is more vague. These two are the main forces in my character building, so of course they are treated specially.

I just poured myself a glass of water.

At this time, Sir An was opening my computer and inserting the USB drive into it.

While holding the drink, I told Sir the password set on the USB disk. When I opened it, the video and audio contents were inside.

I placed the cup in front of him. He had just plugged in his headphones and was concentrating on his work, so he didn't look at it carefully and subconsciously took a sip.

The slightly cool liquid flowed down his throat. I watched his Adam's apple move, and then he paused. His eyes unconsciously lowered to look at the liquid in the cup, and his pink tongue tip unconsciously licked his lips that were stained with cola.

Unspeakable color——

Ahhhh, why can't I record this scene? At least take a photo!

I don't dare to use my cell phone for fear of OOC.

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"This is what I recorded in Halsey. It contains a lot of interesting content."

Seeing that Sir An had put on his headphones, I printed out the report data directly related to Jingguang from the printer I had just purchased.

You ask me why I don't just watch it on my computer?

A sense of ceremony. Do you understand the sense of ceremony?

This kind of information needs to be in paper form to be effective.

Of course, in addition to the printouts, there are also two photos that I pulled directly from the original database and placed at the end.

Next to the printer, I could roughly feel what Sir An heard by looking at his expression and reaction.

When the other party's expression is extremely serious, it should be the time when an unfamiliar code comes out; when he purses his lips, it should be the time when experimental words appear; when his eyebrows jump, it should be the sound of gunfire.

Very easy to understand.

As a senior undercover agent, is it really possible for a man to be so easy to understand?

I took a sip of water and moistened my lips which were a little dry because of Sir An's lustful behavior just now.

Suddenly I remembered that I haven’t hung up the clothes I brought back yet.

There was really no way. As I stayed in Jingguang's body for longer and longer, I was more and more influenced by the habits of another person. I realized that Jingguang might have a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder.

For example, kitchen utensils must be placed in order and in accordance with the rules. If there are stains - especially when there are only a few stains on a large area, you can't help but want to clean them up.

The same goes for clothes. When you come back, hang them up where they should be.

I was busy preparing drinks for Sir An just now, so I was delayed. My clothes were left casually on the sofa. Now looking at them, I just feel uncomfortable.

I walked over, put my coat on the hanger, and when I was putting it in the closet, I realized that there seemed to be no room for some of the things inside.

Because I don’t have the habit of washing clothes after wearing them for one day, I divided my closet into two sides, one side for clean clothes, and the other side for clothes that I have only worn once or twice and are not in a hurry to wash.

At the same time, because I am lazy by nature, some clothes are not machine washable, which has led me to buy clothes several times, and now the space in my closet is a bit stretched.

I took out the first few coats and planned to take them to the dry cleaners when I went out - I would rather spend money than do anything.

This closet must be a bit old, and the wooden partitions had some cracks, which caught the clothes I hung inside.

I subconsciously pulled it hard, and the moment the clothes were pulled out by me, something inside the clothes suddenly flew out.

The small object drew a beautiful arc in the air and finally hit Sir An's head accurately.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the thing. I could see it clearly at the same time.

Ahhhhhh——how come I forgot to lose the shell of that sex toy last time!

grass!