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

According to my personality, if the bug is not found, there will really be a big problem, but I still passed the code name "Scotland" smoothly before destroying this thing.

Speaking of the winery, I recalled the news I saw on the second day when I returned to Mihua Town. Halsey Pharmaceutical caused an explosion due to improper operation, blowing up half of the contents. Fortunately, it was late at night, so there were no casualties.

Sure enough, this matter was to be covered up.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and went through my own action process several times before and after. I carefully swept the end of several times of changing identities and changing hotels.Even because of the baldness crisis caused by being too immersed in programmer work some time ago, I even brought a hairnet when I acted that day.

They will never find me!

After figuring this out, I felt relieved, tidied myself up a bit, and went out.

Because my nerves suddenly relaxed, I fell asleep for more than ten hours after I came back yesterday—although I didn't sleep soundly, I woke up.But it can be regarded as a rest, but my nerves are still in a state of passive tension.

There is no way, it is too deeply affected by the scenery.

After I woke up, I ordered takeout to deal with it, and then I worked for several hours.

To be honest, I didn’t even struggle like this when I was writing my thesis. It was like dreaming back to my third year in high school, which killed me.

But it's worth it.

I gave priority to sorting out the incomplete materials related to Jing Guang's body. After I finished, I immediately entered the state of a sage, just like being forced to review when there is no end of the semester. It is too painful.

For the next few parts, I have to change my plan and find a way to get myself a laborer. I will definitely, absolutely not use my own brain.

This is my own brain, not Jing Guang's.

I still have to cherish my brain cells, otherwise what if I continue to be a sage foolishly after I go back?After New Year's Day, I will have an exam soon.

Terrible.

I gave up complaining, and the information about Jing Guang is also of great value. Although the remaining part has no cause and effect, it is generally considered detailed about the process of the experiment.

The activation of Jingguang's body even involved the "silver bullet" at the core of the organization. I remember this drug was developed by the Miyano couple.

The effect is self-evident, it can regenerate the dead body.However, this drug was not considered a success, because its effect was only on the body "resurrecting the dead".

In the pile of test materials I got, there were hundreds of test subjects using the "Silver Bullet" in this branch test. It's just a number on paper, but the success rate of the "Silver Bullet" is too low. There is only one person with a detailed test report on the data.

Zhu Fu Jingguang is simply the chosen one.

His body is so far the only one in decades that has been confirmed dead and has been injected with drugs to restart the heartbeat.

Therefore, all information related to Jingguang is top secret, and no one knows the real progress of the experiment except the relevant personnel.

I guess, maybe because of this, Gin and Black Widow dealt with the third division roughly.They may not even know what specific research results are in the third division.

Otherwise, the value of Jing Guang is definitely higher than all the "undercover agents" in the experimental field.

Although I don't know the purpose of Konark and that woman, but judging from their tone, Brother Gin might be responsible?

At the same time, it was obvious that the two of them were not aware of the progress of the experiment involving Jing Guang, otherwise there would be no need to search for information late at night.

I even wonder if they know that Jing Guang is the core of the success of the experiment.

Speaking of the report, although Jing Guang was the only one who succeeded, some cases that were close to success were also included in the detailed report.

In these near-successful cases, some of the heartbeats were restored, but stopped soon, and some even had serious side effects.

The disorder of biological signals on the body, some even lead to a reaction similar to that of zombies - don't get me wrong, there is no process of cannibalism, and the resurrected body does not have the right function of "eating", but the disorder of biological signals leads to the disorder of muscle signals, which makes them It's a bit like the process of zombies moving around.

It is worth mentioning that the reason why this is classified as a brain experiment is because the "silver bullet" only has the function of resurrecting the human body, and the brain function is not included in this rank.

Brain resurrection is the second phase of the experiment.

Just like physical death and brain death are two different concepts.

This is also the reason why it is judged that the characteristics of resurrection come from the heart instead of breathing. The resurrected body cannot receive the signal from the brain—or the brain does not send signals at all, so there is no ability to breathe on its own, and it needs to be put on a ventilator.

It can also be understood that those whose biological signals are disordered, because their muscles are twitching and their bodies are constantly moving, it is very difficult to intubate and breathe, and naturally they cannot last for a long time.

As for the complicated principles of those explanations, I can’t understand them on the one hand, and on the other hand, they are full of scientific knowledge. If I use my common sense, I will definitely not be able to explain them.

I rubbed my forehead and cleaned up the room. I dare not put these important things in the computer. Every time I use it up, I will format the contents inside. Useful information is placed in two U Disk - one for files, one for audio and video.

The content of the first two chips was also sorted out by me.

I carry a copy with me, and the backups are all put together in the same smaller chip, only half the size of a fingernail. I wrapped it with a layer of colored plastic film, and then made it into a small logo, Stick it on my powder cake aboveboard.

Of course, in order to confuse the audience, the logo I made is the original logo style of the pressed powder, it is perfect, call me a little genius!

Stretched, I really want to waste in the room.

Although I usually like nerds, the premise of nerds is to let me play at home, not study at home.

I just want to get out and see the scenery and treat myself right now.

I’ve been here for so long, and I want to say where to go for food——

Sure enough, I still had to go to Poirot.

Delicious and eye-catching.

Maybe I can still find a chance to make progress. Is there any possibility of pulling An Sir over to be a coolie translator for me?

With this purpose in mind, I stepped into Café Poirot.

Now is not the peak season, there are not many people in the store.As soon as I walked in, I saw the Maori family sitting by the window, and I wanted to turn around and leave.

Now that I am still in the afterglow of a sage, I don't want to be involved in a murder case at all. At that time, do I have to choose one of the three?

But it was precisely because of the lack of people that after I opened the door, I was stopped by Xiaolan before I could turn around and leave.

"Mr. Jiang Gu, what a coincidence."

been seen.

I could only walk forward with a smile on my face while keeping lasagna tears in my heart, and stood in front of their table, "Mr. Maori, Ms. Maori and Conan-kun, are there no cases calling for a detective today?"

Because I met a few times before and became a little familiar, I changed my greeting in a relatively friendly tone and joked.

"It's not like any case can work for my detective Mori Kogoro." Uncle Mori took a bite of the sandwich and put down the newspaper from his hand.

"Obviously the client made an appointment for a while, so we came here to eat something first." Xiaolan replied, and invited me to sit down together.

I looked at Conan's vigilant eyes, and this time I even omitted the process of greeting him pretending to be tender.

If I sit down, I must not...

When I think of this, my joy overcomes my fear of death—of course, the main reason is that in the current store, besides Mr. Ann, Ms. Enomoto, the Mori family, and me, there is only one uncle who is eating a sandwich next to us up.

There is no element of a homicide case at all.

Even if I were to be counted, that number would not be enough.

Don't be afraid, if a large number of people come in for something important, I'll pack up and leave right away, never staying.

I looked up and glanced at Sir An, who was preparing ingredients with his back to me, and suddenly came up with a logical idea——

The working emperor, whoever you work for is not a part-time job, and it is not the same if you work for me.

When I looked back, I saw something, and at this moment, I suddenly realized what day it was today.

Of course, I can't remember the complete works of Conan, but because of the annual theater version check-in, and the recent nightmare of being prompted to drink gin, watching the neighbor eating a sandwich while peeping at Sir Ann's uncle, I immediately reacted .

The dark shadow approaching Amuro——this is the uncle who wants the secret sandwich recipe.

No homicides today!

So I naturally relaxed and squatted in front of the tense Conan, "What's the matter, Conan-kun, you don't look well."

While talking, I patted his head, "Is it too late for fun?"

"Hmm... the new game is so fun." Conan had to pick up my words next to Xiaolan.

"No, Conan-kun." At this point, I leaned forward and approached Conan, and lowered my voice for the second half of the sentence, almost only he could hear, "Some "small toys" are too much for Conan-kun." It's early. "

After saying this, I smiled and stood up.

"I think you are almost finished eating. Since Mr. Maori has something to do next, I won't bother you. I haven't eaten anything in the morning, so I'm still hungry."

After finishing speaking, I changed to the seat at the front bar to sit.

Only Conan's scrutinizing gaze fell on my back.

The aftertaste of the sage state made my five senses less sensitive, and I sat down relaxed, "Long time no see, Tou-jun."

"It's true that I haven't seen Mr. Ling for several days, is there something wrong?" Sir An helped me get a menu.

I saw a lot of new products on it, all of which were not there when I came last time.And the one I tried last time is also on the menu.

An sir, you are really serious about working here.

I looked because of the choice barrier - especially when looking at the menu, I usually just go straight for the sign.

But this time, I have already eaten the signature and want to try something different.

"Mr. Tou, please help me. I'm very hungry right now. Just bring me something to satisfy my hunger." I put the menu on the table, "I was really busy the past few days, and I didn't sleep well for several days."

"Really, you have to take good care of your body even if it's work." I saw that Sir An made me a cup of coffee first, and then started to cook.

I do feel exhausted, the most exhausted I've ever been in the world in every sense of the word.

And what's even more difficult is that I actually can't sleep well by myself.

Because of Jing Guang Kezi’s passive vigilance—maybe because he was in an extremely tense state before his death, so my sleep would be interrupted as long as I heard the slightest movement.

Although I can fall back to sleep soon, but this kind of light sleep feeling throughout the whole process, even if I lie on the bed for more than ten hours and close my eyes intermittently, there is no way for me to really rest well.

Jing Guang's body can support it, but my brain will not be able to.

Coupled with the status of a sage... I am about to be abolished.

Now I am secretly grateful. Fortunately, I have the blessing of a brainstorm, otherwise I would not be able to bear it long ago, and I would directly enter the state of autism for a long time.

What does it mean to have no desires and no desires, I will perform directly on the spot.

However, I suddenly thought, if there is someone who can relax Jing Guang's physical judgment, wouldn't I be able to rest very relaxed?

I looked up at Sir An, is it possible to invite him to hang out with him later, and then live in a standard room as a matter of course?

I propped my forehead with one hand, watched the non-stop movements of Sir An's hands, and unconsciously closed my eyes while thinking this way, my consciousness fluttered, and I fell asleep.