As a coser, I passed through before I finished my makeup

That "Brother Gao Ming" almost came from the bottom of my heart, but I kept it in my mouth and didn't say it.

Jing Guang's body obviously reacted to seeing his brother, maybe it was from the longing before death, which made my eyes feel sore for a moment.

But I held back, I held back everything - if I show it all at once, I'll just fall off the horse on the spot, and everything will be over.

After all, according to my thinking, it is best for Sir An to discover my identity first.

"Sorry, I didn't see clearly," I just paused, and Brother Gao Ming had already picked up the conversation, "Are you okay?"

My eyes unconsciously fixed on Brother Gao Ming's face, which was exactly the same as Jing Guang's face, but his temperament was quite different.

I vaguely remember, I seem to have tried to show brother Gao Ming's beardless appearance before, he was too young, and he didn't have any dignity at all, no wonder he wanted to grow a beard,

"Sir?" Seeing that I just stared at him, but replied, Brother Gao Ming called out again.

Only then did I realize that my mind was distracted, and I quickly smiled shyly, "Sorry, I was too rushed."

"It's fine." He finished. According to his temperament, this should be over. He should have left, but he looked at me, as if he had some thoughts.

The eyebrows under my bangs twitched, and I naturally knew where Brother Gao Ming's slight abnormality came from.

On the way here, I just listened to the rebroadcast of the Oscars ceremony on the car radio. I checked and found that it was a few days ago. The timing of the plot is stable.

When I was thinking about the timeline before, I completely forgot about Oscar, a major event that can be used to determine the time.

So with this bit of information, I naturally know that Brother Gao Ming still doesn't know the news of Jing Guang's death.The mobile phone was never transferred to Gao Ming because of the accident of Date Airlines.

That's why now when he sees me who feels similar to Jing Guang, he will be a little suspicious and hesitant.

Of course Brother Gao Ming would not say anything hastily, even if I am Jing Guanglian now, he would definitely not recognize me.With his intelligence, he can naturally guess what position the missing brother has gone to.

Of course, another part is that Jing Guang's identity and I are inseparable from the beginning.

Body shape does not mean temperament, because my life experience of manipulating my body and Jingguang is very different, so people who are very familiar with each other will have hesitation.

I guess Sir An also has a similar feeling. Of course, he feels that my name and many places are suspicious, and he is willing to believe that there is a possibility that his best friend will survive, but his doubts about me must be greater than his closeness.

That's why I always walk on eggshells. Temperament is such a mysterious and mysterious thing. I can only rely on the memory of the time to create some evidence to make up for it.

Although I was not ready in my heart to meet Brother Jing Guang, but when things came to an end, I absolutely couldn't back down.

If this is an escape, I will directly return all scripts to before liberation.

"Although it's a bit abrupt to ask like this, but—" I took the initiative to blink my phoenix eyes that were not covered today, and showed a smile that was exactly the same as Jing Guang's from memory, and then said, "Have we met somewhere, I always feel You look familiar."

Now, it was Gao Ming's turn to be speechless. I could clearly feel a lot of flashes in his eyes, as if I could hear the sound of his brain spinning rapidly.

But before he could say anything, I heard a voice behind me, "Hey, Gao Ming—what are you dawdling about!"

As soon as I turned around, I saw a police car stopping outside, and standing in front of the police car was the Yamato Dasuke who fit all the characteristics of Rum, but had nothing to do with Rum.

To be honest, I like this character very much, it has a kind of handsome tough guy, which pokes me very much.

I know that this is not the time to speak clearly, so I plant a seed now, and ripen it later when necessary.

So, I raised my hand and looked at my watch, "I'm sorry, I was talking to myself just now. That's your friend calling you, I've already looked this way. Sorry again for wasting your time, I'm about to drive, so I won't tell you more."

"Hmm..." Gao Ming raised his hand and gestured to Yamato to help them wait a moment. When he passed me, I heard him whisper, "Bon voyage."

I paused, then picked up a little speed.

It's not embarrassment, it's really running out of time!

I was already late, and I was arguing at the door, but now I feel that the time is too tight.

Fortunately, the ticket is easy to get, and the entrance is also close, so I rushed to get on the Shinkansen ahead of schedule.

I looked at the seat number on the ticket and walked to the front compartment.

With the Shinkansen so late, I thought it would be a chartered car, but I obviously underestimated the flow of people from Nagano to Tokyo.Although there are not many, there are always a few scattered in each carriage.

4 compartments, 14F.

I can't choose a seat when changing the ticket, but fate still assigned me a seat by the window.

Approaching row 14, I was about to put down my suitcase, when I turned my head and saw three people sitting in rows ABC in front.

"Mr. Maori, Ms. Maori, what a coincidence, do you also take this bus?" I put the suitcase on my seat, walked a few steps forward and greeted them naturally.

"Mr. Jianggu." The little point on Xiaolan's head dangled in front of me, and I really felt like my hand was about to move.

"It's you." Uncle Mao Li still has memories of me, after all, he once testified that I was a prisoner.

Compared with the Maori father and daughter, Conan's attitude towards me is obviously different from before. Behind the big-rimmed glasses, there are vigilant and probing eyes.

This made me even more sure that he definitely already knew Amuro's real name, otherwise he wouldn't have.

"And Conan-kun," I squatted down, touched Shinigami's head as usual, and looked at him with innocent eyes, "Long time no see, has Conan-kun grown taller?"

"Is there?" The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, he didn't even stand up, and I said he had grown taller while sitting in his seat, which seemed a bit perfunctory.

But, I'm just looking for nothing.

"Mr. Furuya is also going back to Tokyo?" Xiaolan said, taking out the persimmons from Nagano Prefecture that she was going to take back from her bag, and handed me a small bag.

I took it over while thanking me, and reflected in my heart that I really only did business this time, I didn’t even buy a special product, and now I don’t even have a gift in return.

"I'm here to do something in Nagano Prefecture, how about you?"

"Father also came here after receiving an entrustment from Nagano Prefecture, but we spent two days here by the way."

This should be a case of a daily chapter. I can't remember the number of these small episodes.

After all, time has changed for Conan, and it has been serialized for 20 years. Now I only care about the main line except for checking in the theater version every year.

At this moment, the vehicle started smoothly.

I have already said hello, according to Conan's tone, knowing that I am in the car, I will naturally find a chance to come to me later.

So after I greeted the Mori family, I returned to my seat.

Sitting on the seat, I opened the suitcase and took out the computer from inside.

It takes more than two hours to go back to Tokyo from Nagano, and I have to find something to do during such a long time.

It happened that I just sorted out the previous photos, and I haven't extracted the key information-that is, the three documents that the woman and Nishimura were looking for.

I want to extract them individually and put them in a folder.

I just turned on the computer, but before I even finished a document, I heard approaching footsteps.

Conan ran over with his calf in a "kick-kick" manner, holding two bottles of juice in his hand.

"Brother Jianggu, sister Xiaolan asked me to deliver juice to brother Jianggu!" With his crisp voice and immature face, he is simply a good boy, and it is easy to make people feel good about him.

Naturally, I would not refuse. I closed the notebook, and I took the juice, "Thank you Miss Mori for me, and of course, thank you Conan-kun."

He didn't leave when I finished speaking, but sat next to me, pulled my sleeve and said quietly: "Brother Jianggu, can I eat your Shitian persimmon? Sister Xiaolan said it was too late to let me eat it." Eat, but I just want a bite, and a bite is enough—"

I draw out the tone, I have a taste of being coquettish, just like a greedy little kid, but it is hard to hate, but very cute

However, once the real body of this "child" is known...

"Pfft——" I imitated Kudo Shinichi's face to do this, and he couldn't help laughing, "Okay, but when you get home in a while, Conan-kun needs to brush your teeth well."

"Ok!"

In this way, Conan once again sat next to me, relying on his cuteness and acting like a baby.

"Brother Jianggu, what are you doing in Nagano this time? I haven't seen Brother Jianggu for a long time." Conan asked me casually while eating.

"It's all small things, mainly for fun." I avoided the topic, which would only make him care more, "I didn't expect Conan-kun to pay so much attention to me, we've only met twice, right?"

"But brother Jianggu is also a detective, and I am also a detective, and I am a competitor with brother Jianggu!" Conan said with a little childish innocence. If an ordinary person is teased like this, his vigilance will naturally drop.

As expected of you, Oscar's good screenwriter's big brother.

"By the way, I heard from Sister Enomoto of Poirot's Cafe before that brother Jianggu was still helping Poirot in the kitchen, and it is said that his craftsmanship is very good!" Conan looked at me, "I feel that brother Jianggu is obviously a makeup artist. But it will look like a lot of things.”

"Poirot is just helping out, Mr. Tou invited me to try some dim sum, of course I will reciprocate." I saw Conan's intention, "It's just a little cooking, don't you see that Mr. Tou can do many things?"

The topic came to Sir An, and when I called him by his name, Conan's eyes changed slightly. He didn't know what he thought of, but he quickly covered it up, "Brother Jianggu has such a good relationship with Brother Amuro already? ?”

"It's a coincidence, Mr. Tou's craftsmanship is really unforgettable, I am looking forward to getting close to him, so that I can ask him—" I deliberately paused, "Ask for some advice."

"However, in terms of ability, we still have to look at Mr. Maori," I said before Conan continued to speak. The finger seemed to be talking about Uncle Maori, but my eyes fell on Conan. Noticed, as expected of "Sleeping Kogoro", Mr. Mori didn't even open his mouth when reasoning, and the source of his voice was quite low—"

Fuck, Conan's eyes reflect light - I just feel that when I look over, a beam of light is reflected straight from his glasses, which hurts my eyes, and I squinted involuntarily.

I didn't see the long-awaited Conan expression for a moment, so I could only answer the second half of the sentence based on feeling, "It really makes people... have to notice——"