Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

After buying the drinks, Cointreau decided to find a place to kill time.

He left the computer he used for work in the safe house, and maybe that little brat Xi was running the game on it.

Some information retrieval tasks can also be handled on mobile phones, but it is not as convenient as a computer.

Just treat it as a vacation for yourself.

As Jundu was thinking this, his mind suddenly recalled the chip that was seized by the police a few days ago.

That was the latest product of the research team. Cointreau had not participated in the development of the chip program, but he had evaluated it before applying it to the experimental subjects. However, he still couldn't figure out how a chip inside the body could receive biological signals from the outside world.

The human body is not quiet. On the contrary, the noise inside is comparable to that of the streets during rush hour. In this case, the so-called bone conduction to receive sound becomes impossible.

Unfortunately, Cointreau learned that none of the programmers within the organization had participated in this experiment. Even Vodka, like him, only conducted the final evaluation.

It was like being isolated, even worse than when he was Hollands.

Although Jundu knew that the affection between the fathers would fade with each generation, he was still furious when the old man was on guard like this.

He had heard how the previous Jundu, his (Holance's) nominal father and grandfather, was trusted. Why was he and his current body treated like this? He didn't seem to have done anything to betray Karasuma Renya?

Cointreau couldn't understand it, he just felt a sharp pain in his head and the taste of onions in his mouth was more obvious and unbearable than ever before.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, and when he tilted his head slightly the pain became even more intense.

Is it heat stroke or a cold...it can't be heat stroke...

Jundu gritted his teeth secretly. This body had been transformed by the scientific research team. It had a strong ability to heal open wounds such as gunshot wounds and knife wounds. However, it had no way to deal with diseases such as headaches and fevers, and its physical condition was not even as good as that of normal people.

In his previous life, Cointreau was tired of wearing coats and scarves all year round, so in this life, relying on his good health, he always changed his clothes according to the season. Who knew that he would get sick more often than Hollands's tattered body.

Where can he seek justice?

If I had known earlier, I would have learned from Wei Que and put on a thin windbreaker from time to time.

He pushed open the door of a shop at random and walked in. The heat from the outside world was instantly isolated outside the glass door.

The faint aroma of coffee wafted into his nose, and Cointreau noticed that he had walked into a book cafe.

The guy I just met is sitting in front of the French window in the book cafe corner. On his right hand is a cup of coffee, which looks like American coffee. He is reading a hardcover book in his hand with great concentration. On his left hand is a novel with a gray cover - "No Longer Human"

Cointreau: It's really haunting...

Jundu had good eyesight. He could see the words on the cover clearly just by the moment when Lin Xiaochen subconsciously lifted the book when turning the page - "Eight Million Ways to Die"

Winner of the "Edgar Allan Poe Lifetime Master Award", a representative work of Lawrence Block.

There is a classic sentence in it:

"No one is willing to spend a fortune on me, no one is willing to marry me, and no one is willing to save my life."

He murmured unconsciously and walked towards Lin Xiaochen.

Lin Xiaochen looked up when he heard that and smiled at him: "What a coincidence, young sir."

"I think maybe it is." Jundu pulled out the chair opposite Lin Xiaochen, "You don't mind?"

"You've already made up your mind, haven't you?" Lin Xiaochen laughed, "But I don't mind."

Jun Du sat down leisurely: "Do you like this kind of literature?"

Lin Xiaochen closed the book slightly and said, "No, I just picked up one at random. As for the one next to me, it was read by someone around me, and I was just curious."

Seeing Jun Du's eyes fall on the book at hand, Lin Xiaochen added a sentence.

"Can I take a look first?" Cointreau asked.

"Sure." Lin Xiaochen naturally retracted his hand to make it easier for Jundu to take it.

"I am tired of smiling, I am tired of running around, the good times are gone." Cointreau slowly opened the cover of the book, "This sentence really fits this book, and it also fits this world."

Lin Xiaochen smiled slightly: "I think the title of the book is more suitable for this world."

Eight million ways to die. You could be blown to death just by sitting at home. Your neighbor could turn into an executioner just because of a pet.

Eight million reasons to die, eight million ways to die...

It's just that the bizarre New York in the book is replaced by Tokyo.

Countless different three-choice options flashed through his mind, and Lin Xiaochen sighed helplessly.

As for the book No Longer Human, it was actually my younger sister who had read it when she was in high school, and I took it out of curiosity.

He remembered that there was another novel that was said to be circulated in the class, and it seemed to be - "White Night Walk"?

If there is a chance, I will show it to him, and let him see what his younger brothers and sisters who are seven or eight years younger than him are thinking, and whether there is a big age gap...

Lin Xiaochen's eyes unconsciously moved to the man sitting in front of him. Although he recognized that guy as his brother when they were having dinner, Lin Xiaochen also remembered that this little bastard was currently in a state of amnesia. The shot three years ago showed no mercy at all, and his wounds have not fully healed yet...

I have to be vigilant, but I can't bear to be too cold to him... It's so troublesome.

Cointreau seemed to be immersed in the plot of the book, turning the pages one by one under his fingertips. He read very quickly, but it was within the normal range.

However, subjectively not paying attention to the external environment does not mean that the body will not pay attention to the alert reaction. Jundu had already noticed the other party's suspicion, but this did not affect his personal safety and today's schedule, so he simply ignored it and did not bother to care about it.

The two brothers each have their own ulterior motives, and their sister (sister) outside the world is extremely anxious and asks around - of course, this is all beside the point.

What’s important is that the undercurrents within the book club do not just exist between two brothers who meet but do not know each other.

In the book cafe, apart from the boss who was sitting at the counter, looking at magazines and trying to entertain customers, there were four other customers on the second floor, two men and two women. They were sitting around a round table and it was obvious that they knew each other.

The round table was piled with all kinds of books and old newspapers. The four people sitting beside the round table had frowns on their faces, and the air on the second floor was almost stagnant.

Two people, a man and a woman, stood up and walked downstairs, asking the boss where the bathroom was.

Jundu also felt nauseous at this moment, so he stood up suddenly and went into the bathroom just like the man.

His movement was too big, and the book hit the coffee cup with his casual push, splashing all over Lin Xiaochen.

Fortunately, Lin Xiaochen was quick enough to avoid getting any coffee on the pages of the book, but the brown and black spots on his body were not a good look anyway, so he had to go to the bathroom to deal with it.

When he asked the boss, the boss stopped him and said, "The bathroom is small and can only accommodate two people at a time. Please wait a moment, sir."

Lin Xiaochen nodded in agreement and walked in only after watching Jundu come out with a face full of water.

The men's and women's toilets face each other, with a sink in the middle. There are water stains on the sink, probably from when Cointreau washed his face just now.

Lin Xiaochen simply scrubbed the shirt with water, and the coffee stains faded a little, but it was better than nothing.

There was a pungent smell of detergent in the toilet. Ever since the case three years ago, Lin Xiaochen had a bad impression of all kinds of aromatherapy. He hurriedly wrung out his shirt and left.