When I bind the three-dimensional forum

After Zhu Fukongliang made the sound, the blond policeman reacted "startled by the sound" very naturally, retracted his outstretched hand, and gestured for the juice on the edge of the document in the same tone as usual Zuko said, "Something seems to be stuck on it, so I want to make sure."

"Sorry, I shouldn't touch it casually." Toru Amuro looked sideways at Zhu Fukongliang's direction, and said in a somewhat apologetic tone.

This attitude seemed normal, and there was no problem at all—even if Toru Amuro said bluntly that he was curious about this document, there was no problem at all.

Just like Zhu Fukongliang printing this document at the police station, as long as your attitude is more relaxed and casual, no one will suspect you of catching fish at work.But you look left and right nervously, and you are careful not to be discovered by others. Instead, other people will notice and come over to ask you what you are doing.

The ignorant are fearless. Since they don't know anything, they can naturally try to use straightforward language.Because "Toru Amuro doesn't know what this document is", so he treats it with a very ordinary attitude, which is the character set that Toru Amuro has set for himself now.

This is also the reason why Toru Amuro chooses to do this work in the open and aboveboard under all-round monitoring.The more careful you are in probing, the more loopholes and problems will be noticed.

"No, nothing." Zhu Fukong glanced at the documents on the table, moved the glass filled with water to Toru Amuro, picked up the documents and sat opposite, and said with a smile: "If Mr. Amuro is interested, It can be found directly on the Internet. At most, it may be more troublesome to sort it out?"

Zhu Fukongliang turned the document face up with a nonchalant attitude, and the English word representing "hypermemory" that looked like garbled characters to ordinary people was so easily displayed on Amuro Toru's website again. in front of.

This printed document is all in English, with the bold capitalized "Hypermemory" being the most obvious, and the lower part is the "table of contents" in a smaller font.

After confirming the true meaning of the above English, Toru Amuro made an expression that he didn't know how to pronounce: "Hyper... eh?"

"...Ah, it's Hyperthymesia, which means hypermemory." Zhu Fukongliang seemed to have just realized it, slowed down his speech and read it, and explained gently: "The probable symptom is photographic memory, right? "

Seeing Toru Amuro's deliberate and unobtrusive doubts, the black-haired police officer put down the front of the document and said with a smile: "It's my brother's research topic, he knows I'm interested in these, so he sent me a share."

"It's surprising, Mr. Sora Ryo is very interested in these?" Toru Amuro asked curiously.

"Actually, I minored in psychology when I was in college, and now I have connections with past professors." Zhu Fukongliang explained.

Japanese police academies enroll in the police, and the assessment before entering the school is the civil service examination.Zhu Fukongliang entered the police academy after graduating from a normal university, passing both the exam and the interview, and then graduated from the police academy to become a policeman—this is such a process.

So in ordinary universities, it is natural not to teach police related knowledge.It is normal for Zhu Fukongliang to have other minors besides his own major.

"Before I graduated, the professor mentioned related topics about the psychological problems that patients with hyperamnesia will suffer from, whether they will feel pain because of unforgettable memories."

Speaking of this, Zhu Fukongliang paused for a moment, and continued: "The disease of hypermemory is relatively rare, so the class at that time was mainly based on guesswork. If you are facing a hypermemory patient, as a psychiatrist, How should we treat each other, and so on.”

The black-haired young man had a normal attitude, and he continued with a smile: "Probably because I mentioned it a lot at home at that time, so my younger brother remembered it and made a special copy for me."

Amuro Toru had a stunned expression: "So that's how it is."

"About this, I seem to have heard of it somewhere... But what is so special about it, I actually don't quite understand."

"After all, such patients are really rare. Even this disease was first proposed in 2006, and naturally not many people know about it." Zhu Fukongliang bent his eyes: "I also came to the hospital because of the research topic. Will pay a little more attention than others."

"Let's not talk about this, Mr. Amuro, are you really not going to take a break?"

The black-haired police officer said: "Just now I just had a good chat with myself... If you don't mind, then I will drive you back?"

If it was really just driving people back, Zhu Fukongliang wouldn't be able to take people to the fifth floor, just go to the parking lot and drive.

And saying such words, Zhu Fukongliang didn't have the slightest thought of getting up, this detail alone was enough for Toru Amuro to analyze that Zhu Fukongliang's mouth was wrong, obviously there was still something to say.

Sure enough, Zhu Fukong stared at the blond policeman in front of him, and his tone was more or less tough: "I know Mr. Amuro, you are very busy, whether it is Poirot's work or the usual private detective investigation... but Humans always have to rest."

"I will talk about it at other times, but since they are all sick, I should pay attention to my body anyway."

"I'm almost sure that if I really send you back later, Mr. Amuro will insist on doing other things until he can't take it anymore."

Toru Amuro was a little surprised by this sentence—whether it was Zhu Fukongliang's understanding of himself, or the tone of the other party at the moment.

The smile on the black-haired police officer's face disappeared, and the corners of his mouth curled down. His demeanor was not so cold, but more like a childish complaint: "...Mr. Amuro said we were friends first, right?"

Perhaps it was really the high fever that brought too strong a negative buff. At this moment, Amuro Toru's superb words were all forgotten, and he didn't even know what to say to answer at this moment.

"Quick answer, what's the first thing Mr. Anshi will do when he gets home?" Zhu Fukongliang asked suddenly.

"Work—ahem, no, uh..." Looking at the black-haired police officer's eyes that almost immediately became fierce, Toru Amuro felt somewhat guilty for no reason.

And this emotion, the individual named Jiang Gu Ling, has not felt it for a long, long time.

Jiang Guling has always been tough when dealing with his subordinates, and he needs to be always vigilant and prepared when dealing with members of the organization.But with Edogawa Conan, there are mutual temptations back and forth, and a peaceful attitude towards ordinary people.

And the emotion similar to guilty conscience, Jiang Guling has always only been felt by relatives and friends in the past.

For example, in order to meet someone when I was young, I deliberately hurt myself, causing that person to show a disapproving expression.Or when fighting with others, when you feel worried and angry and blame yourself for your superior afterwards - this emotion belongs to the young Jiang Guling who will make these impulsive behaviors.

Whether it's Toru Amuro or Bourbon...and now Rei Furutani, he has always been alone. He needs to be vigilant and guard against everything around him. He maintains his disguise in front of anyone and never exposes himself.Not to mention this kind of guilty conscience that realizes that I have done "bad things" and will cause dissatisfaction with others.

But seeing that face similar to Yoshinran, and even the reason for his dissatisfaction, Toru Amuro seemed to have returned to the police academy 7 years ago, or even his childhood when he was younger.

At that time, Jiang Gu Ling had friends, people who cared, and would be cared about, so Jiang Gu Ling still needed to feed back the same emotion.

Surveillance is everywhere here, and the policeman named Jiang Gu Ling dare not reveal his true emotions.Regardless of whether the monitoring is installed by the person in front of him or other people are monitoring the other party, it represents danger.

Even in the face of Zhu Fukongliang's face similar to that of You Xunran, he still maintained the precautions he should have. The words he uttered, even if he was in a high fever, immediately restrained the truth that was about to be revealed, bringing With a disguised mask, he said warmly: "...Don't worry, I will take a good rest when I go back."

"Mr. Amuro."

"Ok?"

"You have no credit value with me." Zhu Fukongliang said calmly.

The black-haired police officer stretched out two fingers: "Now I give you two choices, sleep on the sofa in my house today, or I will tidy up the guest room now, and you can go to rest in it."

Amuro was stunned: "...Huh?"

Starting from this sentence, the subsequent progress suddenly accelerated a lot—probably because he was really confused. By the time the blond policeman realized it, he had been pushed by Zhu Fukongliang to the same empty guest room.

And Zhu Fukongliang also has the tone of an enthusiastic host who invites others to be guests: "Mr. Anshi, you are about the same height as me, so just wear my clothes."

Feeling that he had skipped hundreds of episodes, Toru Amuro looked blank for a moment: "I..."

"Mr. Amuro has no option to refuse." The black-haired young man who was holding a set of pajamas bent his cat eyes, which were full of self-willedness.

It was also at this time that Amuro Toru remembered that although his young and tame younger brother was very gentle most of the time, he was actually a tough and cold character—in all the details of the previous relationship, and the previous The relevant investigation information has exposed this point.

"I also put the medicine by the bedside, Mr. Amuro, please remember to take it, that's it, good night."

Amuro looked out the window at the sky where the sun had not yet set, and slowly tilted his head: "...good night?"

After the dizzy brain really realized what happened before, Toru Amuro covered half of his face, showing a look of dumbfounding.With the debuff caused by illness, Toru Amuro made a phone call when Poirot was about to get off work, and spoke to Azusa Enomoto who was probably still waiting for him in the coffee shop.

After briefly explaining the reason, Azusa Enomoto expressed his understanding very gently, and asked Toru Amuro to rest.

The work of the police is on the notebook at home, and there is no recent task of the organization. In fact, he has recently been investigating the Maori Detective Agency-about the investigation of Kudo Shinichi.

Café Poirot was out of reach, and this was one of Amuro's rare "nothing to do, almost really just sleep" times.

But even if you sleep...

This place is full of surveillance, it is impossible for him to fall asleep!Amuro sighed helplessly in his heart.

The author has something to say: Kong Liang: Ah, I forgot that I am the only one who is used to monitoring.