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

As night fell, I groped out of my guest house room in the dark, not a planned action.Sir An and the others have only arrived in Nagano not long ago, and it will take a certain amount of time to deploy and act.

This is my own action.

The message I received during the day really made me a little concerned. Since it all points to number 130, it doesn't matter if I just go there.

Take it as a reminder to familiarize yourself with the environment.

The bar at night is different from the informant's bar I went to in the United States last time. As soon as I entered, I just felt that it was very lively.

Even a little too lively.

Men and women of various colors, as if they belonged to different countries, wore various clothes, and walked in front of me, but they didn't seem to see me.

Such a noisy environment seems to be out of tune with me.

——It’s not that I’m out of tune with the environment, it’s that the environment is out of tune with me.

There is always an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in my heart.

But I don't even know whose anxiety this anxiety is from—Jing Guang's?Or brainwashed?

Speaking of which, since the last time I realized that this brain might not belong to me, it took me a long time to digest this information.

What did I come through, a consciousness?

It can't be that small eye, can it?

Good drop san.

Then when I go back, don't I have to get rid of everything except the eye?After all, both Jing Guang's body and brain are the connection between me and the world.

Isn't this the same as asking me to kill someone?

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Then how do I go back, it is really bald.

I walked through the crowd, the loud music gave me a headache, I randomly found a quiet booth, I picked up the wine glass from the table, the colored liquid was stored in the glass, I drank it all , the taste was strangely smooth, but it made me a little nauseous, and I threw the cup aside.

Leaning on the back of the chair, my head is tilted back, and the reflected crowd is writhing on the dance floor. This somewhat awkward and hypoxic posture is handy for me, and I am not affected at all.

Suddenly, I vaguely felt that the sofa seat on the right was sinking, as if someone sat next to me.

But my eyes were full of brilliance, and the dazzling lights shone directly into my pupils, but they didn't seem to be stimulating at all, and I was deeply attracted by them.

I tilted my head and glanced at the person next to me. I don’t know if it was because I looked directly at the light for a long time. I could only feel a white light when I looked at it, and I couldn’t see his face clearly. I could only vaguely see a navy blue suit. , as if seen somewhere.

This little brother, I seem to have seen it somewhere.

I didn't pay attention to these small details, and turned my eyes back. These dazzling lights seemed to have a hypnotic effect, watching it made me sleepy like I was dreaming.

Just looking at it makes me want to—

fall asleep.

When you sleep, you become paralyzed and high——!

I suddenly jumped up from the sofa as if weightless.

The moment I sat up, I found myself lying on the bed, got up and looked around - isn't this a guest house?

But I clearly remember——

I fell asleep?

Or am I dreaming?

Do you think about it every day and dream about it at night?

It's strange, because of the vigilance of Jing Guang's body around the clock, I haven't had a good rest for a long time, but today I feel a sense of comfort after a good night's sleep.

I looked at the time, it was only six o'clock, but I couldn't sleep anymore, so I lifted the quilt and got up.Take a quick shower and change out of your pajamas.

Looking for clothes to wear from the suitcase, I ironed the navy blue suit I bought before and changed into it.

Looking in the mirror, I brushed my bangs back with one hand, revealing a face without any makeup. The seam on the top of my head looked a bit abrupt, as if it could be pulled apart at once...

I can't help but reach out and touch the sutures - but this is an operation injury, and the skull should be lifted?

Why didn't I discover my subtle temperament in the second class before.

Got it right.

The breakfast in the guest house is fixed between seven o'clock and nine o'clock, and I packed it up quickly. Looking at the set of cosmetics in front of the mirror, I yawned and threw them all into the cosmetic bag.

Halfway through the meal in the restaurant, other people came in one after another.

I beckoned, Conan quickly saw this place, and sat down after eating.

Compared with him, Kogoro Mori took a bit longer. Adults who pay attention to their own image need to tidy up their clothes and tie. Conan will come first after washing and putting on his clothes.

"Good morning, Conan-kun."

"Good morning, Jianggu...brother?"

I froze for a moment when I heard the name, and took a bite of fried dumplings before realizing that it was calling me right.

But why are you so hesitant.

"Brother Jianggu didn't--" Conan looked at me, pointed to his own face while saying this, "Is it okay?"

Oh—you mean makeup, right?

No problem at all, anyway, it won't be...

Why do you feel so tired?

It's like constipation, it's just such a chance that I'm going to lose a lot of money - what a disgusting metaphor, how could I think of such a metaphor?

And still while eating.

I frowned in disgust.

"Brother Jianggu?" Conan watched my emotions change within a few seconds, and slowly typed a question mark.

"It's okay." I took out my phone and fiddled with it, opened it and glanced at the message box - there were a few conversations with Kogoro Mori, a few conversations with Mao Lilan, and a few retained messages from previous work .

And one or two with Conan...

Why is there no one from the strange number yesterday?

I was stupid, did I really dream yesterday?

I felt that it was too messy, so I fiddled with and restored the historical data. A lot of junk advertising information was found before, but I still didn't have the coordinates I remembered yesterday.

But it's strange, there should be my search records in the map software - let me take a look, but I found that I didn't seem to have searched for any coordinates at all, only the place names I had manually entered.

...?

Looking through the mirror?

I'm completely confused, I can't be time-traveling, right?

So I asked Conan seriously, "Conan-kun, when did we come to Nagano?"

"...Yesterday." Conan looked at me with strange eyes.

"What number?"

"Number five."

"how did it get here?"

"Shinkansen."

"from where?"

"Tokyo."

I licked my lower lip, the time displayed on the phone is number six, it is true that I have not traveled through the timeline——

Suddenly I felt a chill on my forehead. Little Conan stood on the chair, with two hands touching my forehead and one on his own.

"I don't have a fever." He said to himself.

The little hand touched the suture on my forehead. This feeling, as if being touched to the heart, made my scalp tingle.

The place with sutures is naturally far from the feel of ordinary skin, and Conan immediately felt that there was something here.

He flicked his little hands to the side, and found this suture line with his eyes.

Such a neat scar doesn't look like an injured scar.

And there are obvious stitch marks.

"Surgery?" Conan asked.

I nodded, "Brain surgery, the kind with high risks."

Having said that, why did I have the operation, a brain tumor?Or brain cancer?

I don't have this kind of medical common sense at all—but this level can't be considered "common sense" anymore, right?

It should be called professional knowledge, and I am not a person in this major. There is an insurmountable gap between arts and sciences. I have failed several times in mathematics.

Wait, before I entered the police academy, I seemed to have a high deviation value. There should be no insurmountable gap for a proper top student?

No, no, the SAT and ACT scores were terrible before. It seems that I paid for college?

Did I go to college?

Why does it feel like my brain is so messed up, as if I have several sets of memories.

... How many sets of memories?

Could it be that I am the chosen one! ?

Do you have the same kind of memories before reincarnation?

The kind to fight against dark forces—such as those who persecuted Conan.

Suddenly, I looked at Conan, and somehow felt a sense of mission on my shoulders.As the guardian of the world, I have a heavy burden on my shoulders!

Conan watched my face change within a few seconds, put down my bangs, and said speechlessly, "Brother Jianggu, you really don't feel well, right?"

I shook my head.

Uncomfortable?

Now I only have a sense of comfort that I have never had before. After all, I am a chosen person, which is different from ordinary people like you.

For human justice, for love and peace, you understand?

I cleaned up what was left on my plate and went through today's schedule.

After Mori Kogoro had dinner, he helped him put on makeup step by step. Of course, as his daughters, Mao Lilan and Little Conan also needed it.

As two people who always observe the heroic appearance of "Sleeping Kogoro" at close range, the TV station will also send them some questions to enhance the image of Kogoro from the side.

It is said that the TV station also invited Mori Kogoro's wife at the beginning, but the other party didn't seem to want to be on TV because of this, so he didn't agree to the invitation this time.

Fei Yingli.

I seem to have heard this name before.

Sitting behind the camera, I watched the Maori family being interviewed on the screen—father, daughter, son-in-law.

Behind them is an acrylic board with the name of the talk show written on it.

Suddenly, the electricity seemed to be overloaded, and suddenly there was a "click", and the entire studio was completely dark.

In order to ensure that the light is absolutely suitable, a studio like this does not have any windows, and all light sources are artificially manufactured.

So this power outage was completely dark even though it was broad daylight.

What followed was the sound of rustling. I heard the unknown person in charge loudly telling everyone to stay where they are in order to avoid accidents. The studio has a backup power supply.

But the moment his voice fell, a scream suddenly came from behind me.

Something hit me from behind.In the darkness, I seemed to see the streaming light in my dream yesterday, and finally gathered into a beam of dazzling and shining white light, which was projected straight into the depths of my eye sockets, and even seemed to be thrown into my brain.

Got into my other pair of eyes as well.

I squinted my eyes and raised my hand to cover it. Through the gap between my fingers, I could see clearly that the person in front with the flashlight of his mobile phone shining towards this side seemed to be the person in charge.

In the backlight, I could clearly see his shrunken pupils, panic, and fear.

Are you looking at me?

The line of sight should be behind me.

I turned my head, and the moment I turned, something fell, and I subconsciously reached out to catch it. I hadn't seen the hairy ball in the dark, and then it poured down. Something poured down on me, from top to bottom, flowed in front of my eyes, making me a little bit blindfolded.

Even if I couldn't see it, I made a judgment immediately.

Viscous, fishy, ​​blood.

I wiped off what was stuck on my eyelids with one hand, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was indeed a head.

You don't need to look to know that there is a person falling on top of your head right now.

With my head chopped off and my main artery severed, this amount of bleeding was poured directly on me——

Disgusting, I just changed into new clothes this morning.

I took a step back to the side, thinking a little indifferently, I might have to work overtime again now.