When I bind the three-dimensional forum

"Mr. Kong Liang, is your injury okay?" The blond waiter had reasonable concerns on his face.

Edogawa Conan also raised his head, pursed his mouth, and his clear eyes through the glasses were full of guilt and apology.

Although he apologized on the day when Zhu Fukong was still lying in the hospital bed, but even so, Edogawa Conan was still very sorry for the behavior of cutting the last line of the bomb that day.

Even if he knew, if Zhu Fukongliang didn't give him a signal, he would definitely cut it at the last second.

Because he was not the only one present, police officer Lan, Hagiwara, and the lives of so many hostages were in his hands.

Fortunately, Zhu Fukong is still alive.

Otherwise, it will be like those past cases, which will never be forgotten in Edogawa Conan's heart.

It is precisely because Edogawa Conan is such a pure and kind child with a strong sense of justice.Even in the face of the criminal murderer who wanted to kill him a second ago, he would still lend a helping hand.

This is why Belmode regards him and Mao Lilan as his own light.

As for Zhu Fukongliang - I'm sorry, the matter is over, he didn't care about everyone's psychological shadow at all!

Hagiwara Chihaya broke down and cried, Mofuku Takaaki gave up all his work and immediately rushed to his side, Edogawa Conan apologized guiltily and cautiously.

Zhu Fu Kongliang didn't care much at all.

Because isn't the ending perfect?The bomber is dead, Jingguang brother (Kusuo version) comes out in the manga, he is alive and uninjured, everything is a scene.

Hypermemory is enough to make people feel troublesome, uncontrollable fragmented memories flashed in Zhu Fukongliang's mind from time to time.

The negative memories of his infancy are still unforgettable, and his emotions cannot be controlled. He has lived for 22 years now.

If Zhu Fukongliang is still a guy who is full of emotions and cares about the people around him, then every memory will be superimposed with an emotional change, and his whole life will be controlled by his own emotions.

So Zhu Fukongliang has always been a happy person, and he must be a person who doesn't care about surprises.If he is not happy, he will be manipulated by negative emotions for a lifetime.

Kusuo does have the ability to consciously control brainwashing, but Kusuo has never been able to do too fine operations.

His superpower is too powerful, so powerful that it concerns many things. In an analogy, ordinary people pick rice one by one with ten-meter-long chopsticks.Take a blaster to cut a hair without burning it - something like that.

What's more, Zhu Fukongliang himself has gotten used to it.

The happy Mr. Police Officer blinked, he was wearing a slightly baggy color-contrasting jacket now—mainly it was impossible for injured people to wear tights, right?Of course, the more convenient the better.

Bandages were wrapped around the exposed parts of the neck and wrists, and a fisherman hat that matched the color of the clothes was worn on the head to cover the bandages on the head.

Zhu Fukong said in a brisk tone regarding the concerns of several people, "If I can't get out of bed, I won't be here now!"

"My luck is very good. I didn't suffer too serious injuries at the time, so don't worry." Zhu Fukong rubbed Edogawa Conan's head smoothly.

But it seems that the little detective is going to treat me cautiously with this kind of eyes during this period of time.Zhu Fukong thought brightly.

The beautiful filter that was already there, under the boost of that bomb, seemed to make his identity of the red party more firmly pressed on him.

That's not okay, aren't you the main character?Be sure to find the loopholes I showed, okay?The dark-haired Mr. Police Officer smiles.

"Speaking of which, it's really a coincidence to meet everyone here." Zhu Fukongliang changed the subject.

"Well, because it feels very interesting. Where is Mr. Kong Liang?" Mao Lilan asked curiously.

"My former schoolboy gave me the ticket, afraid that I would be bored, so he asked me to go out for a walk." Zhu Fukongliang replied.

The conversation with Yukimura Seiichi at that time actually looked like they were really fighting each other, but the information expressed in it was actually very simple.

Yukimura: Are you okay?

Kong Liang: None.

Yukimura: Then I'll give you a ticket. If you can go to see it, it proves that you're fine. If you can't get out of bed, then I'll come over and see you.

Kong Liang: Give me the ticket, and then you get out.

This is the delicate way of getting along with each other.

Mao Lilan asked curiously, "Is he a student from the police academy?"

Zhu Fukongliang replied: "It's high school, a student from a club, from the painting club."

Edogawa Conan asked in surprise, "So Kong Liang brother can draw?"

Toru Amuro also sighed: "Indeed, Mr. Sora seems to be very suitable for the literary club."

Zhu Fukongliang dismissed this conjecture: "If it is a stickman, I think I will."

Looking at the beady eyes of several people, Zhu Fukong smiled brightly and said, "Although I joined the painting club, it doesn't mean I know how to draw—"

"How should I put it, I was in the club at that time... I was a mascot, right?" Zhu Fukongliang made an expression of reminiscence.

In the past, his personality was difficult to get close to, no matter what clubs he was interested in, but Lihai University is a relatively strict and traditional campus, so no matter what, he had to join at least one club.

Then at this time, Nana Qiuyuan (the president of the painting club) in the same class simply invited him to join the painting club. When Zhu Fukongliang said that he would not draw and refused, the president of the painting club said——

Nana Akizono: It's okay Saiki-san!You only need to meet the attendance time stipulated by the club, and occasionally come to be me, cough, and be everyone's model.Of course, if you don't want to be inconvenient, you can refuse at any time!

However, because Zhu Fukongliang was too distant at the time, she clearly proposed to be Nana Akizono as the model, but she was the one who dared not really ask him to be the model in the end. She could also include other members of the club by the way.

So Zhu Fukongliang really became a mascot in the end. During the prescribed attendance time, he would do homework and read books in the activity classroom of the painting club, and when the time came, he would disappear with his schoolbag on his back.

Under such circumstances, the only one who dared to really use him as a model under his cold air was Yukimura Seichi who was holding a drawing board with a smile on his face and revealing that "it seemed so interesting".

There is no need for Zhu Fukongliang to deliberately make any gestures and poses, Yukimura Seiichi will capture the light and some details by himself.

When Zhu Fukongliang transferred to another school and left, it seemed that the pictures drawn by Yukimura Seiichi using him as a model could also be bound into a collection.

Zhu Fukongliang doesn't like to leave any images, and doesn't like to take pictures. This behavior is probably a habit of most people on the black side?

Because traces and proofs will be left.

Of course, Zhu Fukongliang is not only because of this reason, because for him, the best way to record has always been his brain.

But at the time, I thought it was quite interesting, so those drafts and finished pictures of his characters were still in Yukimura Seichi's place, and Zhu Fukongliang didn't even think about destroying them.

"Brother Kongliang doesn't seem to be very good at these things all the time?" Conan Edogawa said obediently through some details in his life.

"It seems that my hands-on ability is all focused on bomb disposal?" Zhu Fukongliang sighed artificially, "Whether it's the paper-cutting homework in kindergarten, or the usual cooking and cooking, or playing the guitar and bass, I just focus on it." Wasn't very good at it."

"Obviously I can remember the process, but once I get used to it, my hands are out of control." The black-haired police officer said aggrievedly: "It's probably because the brain knows it, but the hands don't."

Mori Kogoro suddenly shouted from the other side: "Hey! How long are you guys going to chat over there? Ticket checking!"

Mao Lilan raised her head immediately: "I got it, Dad! Let's come over here!"

Now that they all met together, they naturally came together.

Although Seiichi Yukimura sent a ticket, he didn't mention whether he would participate. If he could meet him, he could chat with him by the way. If he didn't, he didn't.

Yukimura Seiichi's sense of distance from outsiders is no less than that of Mo Fukongliang, but his external personality is gentle enough that it is always impossible for people to perceive the essence of this guy in the first place.

Even if they get together, there is actually nothing to talk about between them.It's not embarrassing though.

Then after they finished checking the tickets and entered the interior of the art museum, a clear and clean female voice sounded from beside them: "It's really you—"

"Now, just call me Zhu Fu." Before the other party called out his other surname, Zhu Fukong turned his head with a smile and raised his eyes: "Student Qiuyuan."

So I did not misread just now, Zhu Fukongliang sighed in his heart.Is it true that the branch line has reached Wang Wang?

The president of the painting club in high school had bright eyes. She was wearing a light brown dress that matched her temperament, and a large scarf was wrapped around her shoulders. Nana Akizono smiled generously: "Okay, Zhu Fu Jun!"

"It's such a coincidence." Zhu Fukong smiled under the gossiping and curious eyes of the few people behind him, and said with a smile: "I can meet you."

"It's not a coincidence!" Qiuyuan Nana said with a smile: "Actually, I don't have, cough, I don't have your contact information, so I asked someone else to give you the ticket."

Nana Akizono, who almost called out Saiki, quickly changed her words: "Don't you think it's very romantic to meet again in the same art museum after so many years!"

Zhu Fukong smiled brightly: "It's not romantic at all when you say it now."

Nana Qiuyuan waved her hand: "It's okay, it's okay, this romance is not specially made for you to see, Zhu Fu. Anyway, you can see it back then, Zhu Fu, you don't have any artistic cells."

"In addition to Zhu Fu-kun, I also asked others to send tickets, so I don't know who will come today~ This kind of anticipation is also a great inspiration!"

Nana Qiuyuan, who dyed her light brown hair, said curiously: "But you have changed a lot, Mr. Zhufu. I didn't even dare to recognize it just now!"

"By the way, I just met Ogawa-kun, Yamada-kun, and Miko." Nana Akizono said, "But since you came with your friends, Zhufu-kun, I won't invite you! I hope you like it here , spend a pleasant day here, then I will leave first."

Four people, perfectly made up the victim plus one of the three choices.

Zhu Fukongliang waved his hand calmly, looking at Qiuyuan Nana's back, he couldn't help but want to complain.

——So you Wangwang Theater, what are you doing here with Conan?Don't die yet!