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Jiang Gu Ling slept very deeply this time - there was no way, he had been through the night for almost two consecutive days before.

Even though reason and ideas made him wake up quickly, his body couldn't hold on.

The effect of the anesthesia injection was only one hour at most, but Jiang Gu Ling woke up after it was already dark outside.

When he woke up, his brain hadn't reacted yet, and when he opened his misty eyes, he saw a pair of familiar blue cat eyes staring at him.

"Are you awake? The operation was a success." Zhu Fukong said leisurely.

Falling valley zero:?

Falling valley zero:!

Seeing that Jiang Gu Ling obviously didn't react—or maybe no one can get this stalk—afterwards, he immediately subconsciously transformed into a vigilant and defensive gesture of scanning his surroundings and a physical reaction, and Zhu Fukongliang backed away a little After a few steps, he sat down again: "Don't worry, this is Poirot, who didn't sell you while you were sleeping."

Jiang Guling didn't speak immediately, but just stared at Zhu Fukongliang.

"Obviously you didn't sleep first," Zhu Fukongliang muttered in a low voice, and then said with a little grievance: "How do you feel now?"

Falling Valley Zero: ...

An unbelievable answer was drawn from this sentence, but Fugu Rei who unexpectedly accepted the answer quickly, his eyes slowly turned into helplessness.What else can he do now?I slept through the day, and although I still feel tired, I am much better than before.

Jiang Guling coughed lightly: "...Kongliang?"

Zhu Fukong smiled brightly: "It's me."

Then, in front of Jiang Gu Ling, Zhu Fukongliang lowered his head and tapped on the phone, and before Jiang Guling could ask any questions, Zhu Fukongliang placed the front of the phone screen in front of Jiang Guling.

It was Azusa Enomoto's account, Furutani Rei recognized it.

Azusa Enomoto: [How is Mr. Amuro doing now? 】

Zhu Fukongliang: 【Well, I'm awake now. 】

Azusa Enomoto: 【That's great!I really trouble you, Mr. Kong Liang! 】

Zhu Fukongliang: 【I plan to call an ambulance if he doesn't wake up again. 】

Zhu Fukongliang: [Maybe Mr. Amuro played the game all night, which caused this situation, so don't worry, Ms. Azusa: D]

"Mr. Amuro, who played games all night," Zhu Fukongliang made sure that Jiang Guling had finished reading the above exchange, then put down the phone, and said sincerely: "Please pay attention next time, after all, you are not a child anymore. Have a little self-control."

Who on earth is it because of him that he played games all night—this thought flashed through Fugu Rei's mind.

He just wants to fix one problem now.The main reason is that if Zhu Fukongliang had malicious intentions, he shouldn't be in Poirot now, so rather than making the opponent more vigilant, a slight show of weakness might allow him to get more information.

"Are you trying to let me rest?" Jiang Gu Ling really asked this question that sounded very problematic.

He seems to have captured how to get along with Zhu Fukong, and Zhu Fukongliang has some unique brain circuits.In particular, it seems that this is not the first time he has encountered such a situation. The last time he had a fever, he was also pushed home by Zhu Fukongliang who talked to himself.

Jiang Gu Ling said that he has experience.

Zhu Fukong nodded, and tilted his head: "What else?"

Jiang Gu Ling: "... Where did you get your anesthesia needle?"

Zhu Fukongliang replied obediently: "It was picked up by the detective from a young age."

This answer was beyond Jiang Guling's expectation, Zhu Fukongliang explained briskly: "That watch? You should have noticed it too."

"The structure is quite interesting, next time you can ask Conan to borrow it~"

Of course, Zhu Fukongliang didn't borrow it. Do you still remember that Zhu Fukongliang touched Edogawa Conan's head from time to time, and held him in his arms once?This close approach is enough for Zhu Fukong to make a move.

And no matter what the case is, since he is present, the little detective basically has no chance to use an anesthetic needle, so it will not cause any uncontrollable consequences, even Edogawa Conan himself has not discovered it.

Jiang Gu Ling said that he hadn't noticed it, it must be fake - he even noticed that the style of the watch was a sight early on.

Zhu Fukong held his face up, and squinted his eyes: "Does Mr. Jianggu want to say that as a policeman, he shouldn't do such a thing?"

"As a public security officer, Mr. Jiang Gu should have done this kind of behavior many times." Zhu Fukong changed the subject, with inexplicable malice or something, he said with a light smile: " You must have investigated me secretly, Brother Zero."

Hearing such a showdown line, Jiang Gu Ling's body subconsciously tensed up for a moment, but he soon relaxed.He knew very well that if Zhu Fukongliang really wanted to do something, after knowing the name "Jiangu Ling", it would be enough, no matter whether Jianggu Lingcheng admits it or not, it is no longer necessary.

The initiative of the topic was completely controlled by Zhu Fukongliang. The black-haired police officer bent his eyes, and the cat's eyes appeared even more protruding because of this movement.

Jiang Guling thought for a while, and asked a question that had nothing to do with it: "How do you know that I haven't slept?"

"It's just the simplest logical question, and what's more, a cute little spy?" Zhu Fukong curled his lips, his expression was much richer than usual: "I asked Conan."

"He told me about the process of a case, and told me that you are also by the side, and it will be clear after calculating the time."

Zhu Fukongliang was a little strange: "Are you only asking me these few questions? I thought you would be more...um, more intense?"

For example, when he woke up, he gave himself a punch or something—Zhu Fukongliang was ready to stop him.It's the same as when Miss Qiansu knocked him on the head every time he did something bad.

Obviously he should be in a weak position, obviously there should be a lot of doubts now—even, Jiang Gu Ling should obviously suspect Zhu Fukongliang immediately, show vigilance and defense, and find out the truth of what he did from Zhu Fukongliang's mouth Purpose, that's right.

However, where should Fugu Ling start to ask?The words that came to his lips, which he usually used smoothly, went around and around, and finally turned into a smile: "Enough is enough."

Jiang Gu Ling knew himself better than anyone else, even if he asked and got the answer, he would not immediately believe it.Instead of asking these questions, which consume Zhu Fukongliang's patience and the already unstable relationship between them, it is better to wait until later and investigate slowly.

Zhu Fukongliang didn't know if he saw this, but just stared at Jiang Guling for a while.

"Okay, Public Security, I understand." Zhu Fukongliang said such a sentence.

Jiang Guling did not respond to this.

What more is there to ask?It seems that there are.Jiang Gu Ling's expression was very gentle, so gentle that he didn't look like the policeman: "At that time, did you let me see that file on purpose?"

"Yes." Jiang Guling didn't say the key words, but Zhu Fukongliang quickly understood that what the other party was talking about was the file of hyperamnesia.

At that time, when Zhu Fukongliang appeared in Poirot, Toru Amuro was not there, and the splash of juice into the file bag was also an accident caused by Yuantai and Miss Azusa - it stands to reason that Fugu Ling shouldn't have guessed up to this point.But he guessed it.

"I did it on purpose. There are many things I did on purpose. For example, I deliberately mentioned Brother Jing Guang in front of you, for example, I deliberately said some specious things in front of you, for example, I deliberately exposed hypermemory in front of you." Zhu Fu The bright blue eyes of Kong looked very calm, and he suddenly asked, "Do you want to exchange information?"

This topic jumped too quickly, Jiang Gu Ling paused before replying: "Sorry."

This is denial.

Zhu Fukong shrugged his shoulders, and said disapprovingly: "Okay, then I can only continue to investigate by myself—about Hagiwara Kenji."

Facing Shangjiang Guling's surprised eyes, Zhu Fukongliang smiled again: "Otherwise, what do you think I'm talking about?"

The black-haired police officer tilted his head, and his tone seemed a little leisurely: "You think what I'm going to say is Brother Jing Guang, don't you?"

"zero."