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

How should I put it, because the most important thing I have ever carried is nothing more than exam-related, plus the expectations of my parents and teachers at most, so I can understand Sir Ann's feeling of moving forward with a heavy load, but I can't empathize with him .

The hand he was holding was tight, but he was still exerting force, as if he wanted to press down on something.

After being silent for a long time, I saw him raise his hand and press his palm on my chest.

At this time, there were some red marks on my right hand that had been strangled by him just now.

I suddenly understood something and laughed softly.

With a hint of understanding, he took off his coat, and then unbuttoned his shirt.With a little force, the bandage inside will fall apart, revealing the large pectoral muscles over 90!

Well, the point is the bullet scar that once went through the heart.

It is round, only the size of a thumb, and there is a slight tearing and burning feeling around the scar.

It's obviously a small scar, but it's shocking.

The warm chest was cold, and I heard his sour voice, "hir—Hiromitsu (Jing Guang)."

I actually felt a little relieved for no reason.

Looking at Sir An who lowered his head, I stretched out my left hand to support his face, and wiped my thumb from under his eye socket, letting the drop of tears flow down my fingertips into my palm.

"—Are we really friends?" I sighed in a low voice.

An sir nodded, and finally put down his hand.

I opened my left hand, and there was some wetness on it.

But at this moment, Sir An raised his head again. Apart from some physiological redness around his eyes, he seemed to be unable to see anything.

"Ah——we are friends." Sir An admitted my identity by saying it so clearly.

It would be superfluous to explain any more, everything is self-explanatory, there is only a shallow breathing sound overlapping together in the car, even as if there is only one person breathing.

Once the most important knot is opened, the following words flow out like flowing water.

"You guessed right, identity, relationship. Even if you don't remember anything, you are still you," Sir An has calmed down. After the initial shock passed, the spring-like joy did not stop, but with A more gentle way flowed, "The man you met in Nagano should be Brother Gao Ming, Zhu Fu Gaoming——your elder brother."

I nodded, "Then I should be Zhu Fu Jingguang, right?"

He nodded, as if he had thought of something, but he didn't open his mouth to talk about the matter between the brothers Zhu Fu, but quickly asked him what he cared most about.

"Do you still remember what happened to you?"

His speech rate was obviously a beat faster.

After all, he is one of the few people who knows the whereabouts of Jing Guang's "corpse"—the body that was taken and destroyed by the organization reappears in a brand new look, no matter what the reason is, it cannot be separated from the organization.

For me, it is a routine operation for the red side not to exchange information, but I will tell Sir An if I have to tell him, so I can save myself a part-time job.

"Except for those fragmented and distant memory fragments, the first real conscious image I have is in the laboratory," I said, taking out my mobile phone, and in the bookmark of the mobile web page, I marked the building of the Halsey Pharmaceutical Company in the United States at that time because The news about the explosion and fire due to improper operation was called out and handed to Sir An, "It's right here. When I woke up, there was no one alive in the building. I escaped along the outside of the building."

He took my mobile phone. Although he has a high status in the organization and is an intelligence officer, he has never been in contact with biochemical experiments, and naturally he doesn't know the relationship between Haiersi and the organization.

He never cared about the news that happened abroad.

This is when he saw it and was startled. An Sir, who had maintained a good habit of watching the news, suddenly thought, "Halsey—the pharmaceutical group that had an accident on the news yesterday is in... Nagano Prefecture."

He said and looked at me for confirmation.

I nodded and gave him the correct signal, "As I mentioned just now, Konark and Barcelo are both senior experimenters there, and the experiments they conducted are also related to me."

When An sir tightened his fingers, he could tell at a glance that the force between him was turning white.

Pfft—An sir turned pale?

Hahahahaha, why would I think of such a thing when I am so serious?

What if I laughed out loud?

I hastened to correct my face, and continued to use words to cover up my somewhat unnatural look, "What I want to talk about is not the experiment related to me first, but the matter related to you, zero."

"Me?" He was a little surprised that I would say this first, he obviously paid more attention to my last topic.

But I have to say this, the nightmare of pure black looms.

"Did you know that a person code-named Curacao sneaked into the public security department recently?" Sir An's brows furrowed as soon as I opened my mouth.

The reunion of best friends is of course exciting, but even at this time, he will not forget the priority.

"What's going on?" An sir restrained his emotions and asked.

"A person code-named Curacao has infiltrated the public security system in order to get undercover spies from the public security system itself and from other organizations known to the organization." I thought about the description, "She is a woman, She has excellent abilities in camouflage, fighting, disguise, intelligence collection, etc. She has been brainwashed and controlled by the organization, and has the ability to have a humanoid USB flash drive. It's just an eye and a brain."

After hearing my description, Sir An's expression became more serious.

If such a described woman had really sneaked in, it would be very troublesome to find out.

What's more troublesome is that if there is no stricter arrangement, it will be difficult to arrest even if it is discovered.

"This Curaçao, has already sneaked in?" He recalled, probably because he had not heard the rumors of Curaçao in the organization.

Also, in terms of setting, Curacao, as Rum's confidant, should have a top-secret identity.

He doesn't have the same view of God as I do, and naturally there are many things that I take for granted that are not true in his eyes.

"I overheard Konark saying that 'everything is going well' and it should be time to close the net. "I said seriously.

He returned the phone to me, and his mind may be rapidly screening all the internal affairs of the public security that he knows recently.

But to be able to get into such a top-secret position of access to undercover information, either sneaked in a long time ago, or had the help of insiders.

No matter which one it is, it directly points to a problem with the high-level public security.

There is a problem internally, which is really a big deal.

"Moreover, according to Konark, Curacao is Rum's confidant. All orders are directly assigned by Rum. He has a special status. He may have noticed your identity, but he hasn't had time to tell it."

I thought about it carefully, and there were a lot of unreasonable things in Gin's nightmare at that time—but now that it's down to earth, I can only say that everything should have an explanation.

I analyze it from Jing Guang’s point of view—first of all, if the public security first discovered the existence of Curacao, as Kazami Yuya said, then there should be no time for Curacao to read the correct information at all. It can't be said that even a piece of fake information can't be produced. If the name of gin is directly written on it, Conan will at least finish more than half of it.

Therefore, there is only one explanation I can think of. In fact, the police did not discover the existence of Curacao in time, and Yu Kazami just used this method to attack Curacao's psychological defense.It's just that Curacao, who has been brainwashed, is not affected by verbal attacks.

Secondly, as the leader of the public security with a very high level of secrecy, is it necessary for An Sir to take action against Curacao in person in that situation? Doesn’t that mean that even if Curacao didn’t have time to see the part of An Sir, he also revealed the truck? ?

With Sir An's intelligence and prudence, he shouldn't do this kind of thing, it can only be because he has to, or in other words, whether he appears or not will not affect the overall situation - that is to say, it is very likely Before Curacao stole the database, An Sir's identity was already in Curacao's hands.

Only in this way can it be logically justified.It can also explain Miss Bei's phone call. Before Curacao stole the database, Gin had already targeted Sir An.

And what is certain is that it was too late for Sir An to get the news, and it was only when he hurried back to the public security headquarters that the FBI was aware of the matter because of his haste, otherwise Akai Shuichi would squat outside the public security building for no reason.

Is it to fry cp?

right!

That's the only way to explain it.

That's why I said this just now, just looking at Sir An's reaction, he really doesn't know Curacao at all.

This also confirmed my speculation from the side.

I'm such a smart guy.

"If that's the case—" Sir An's thoughts turned extremely quickly, what he had to consider now was not how the secrets were leaked, but how Curacao got in.What he has to consider now is how to solve the current problem as quickly and effectively as possible, "Since she has come in, we can't let her go out again!"

Having said that, no matter how much he believed my words.Moreover, this kind of thing is definitely better than betting on nothing.

He immediately contacted Kazami Yuya and asked him to secretly make a fake undercover list as a backup—it would be hard for even the public security to believe it without knowing who the enemy was and where the enemy was.

So he directly handed over the task to his subordinates who could be absolutely trusted, and kept it absolutely confidential, even higher officials could not report it.

It is certain that there must be something wrong with the high-level police officers - this is something he has suspected for a long time.

He looks up at me.

Obviously, in the current situation, I will be more credible and easier to cooperate with than the inside of the police who cannot distinguish their positions.

For him, this is the reunion after a long absence of eight years.