Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

"You have such long hair and you don't tie it up, won't it cause trouble at work?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked curiously.

This question is a bit personal, but it really bothered him for a long time.

Not to mention women, most men, especially those who work in dangerous jobs (police, soldiers, gangsters, etc.) and often have to engage in high-intensity physical activities, have neat short hair.

It was not until he entered the organization that he realized that some men also had such inconvenient hair.

One is Lei, and the other is...

As soon as a dangerous code name came to his mind, Zhu Fu Jingguang saw Qing Liu Bingguang smiling at him.

——Suddenly, a strange feeling swept through Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart again.

"It was very troublesome at first. When it first grew long, I wanted to cut it off more than once."

Qing Liu Bingguang smiled lightly: "But over time, this long hair has become my symbol, and I am reluctant to touch it."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was just immersed in that indistinguishable strange feeling. Before he could figure it out, he heard Qing Liu Bingguang's next words.

The FBI agent had a smile on his face as he spoke, and his tone became gentle, as if he was immersed in some distant memory.

At this time, the elevator arrived at the first floor, and Zhu Fu Jingguang followed Qing Liu Bingguang to leave the building.

As soon as they went out, they saw a truck parked next to the building that they had not seen before they came. Zhu Fu Jingguang thought of yesterday's case and suddenly became alert.

Aoyagi Binkou, who was walking in front of him, walked past him as if he didn't see anything.

"It's fine."

Seeing that he was hesitant, Qing Liubinguang turned around and explained to him, "These are the things that Mark will use for his personal banquet in a few days. His bodyguard just came down to check. The bodyguard used to be a battlefield bomb disposal soldier, so there will be no mistake."

As a Japanese public security officer, Zhu Fushiki Jingguang would not ask too many questions or interfere in what an American military adviser bought, what activities he held, or who was around him, even if the answers were posted right in front of him.

He nodded silently and said no more.

Chapter 310: Red and Black in the Bureau (I)

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Thank you very much for your assistance."

In another office building, the young public security police bowed to the chief of staff who was cooperating with their questioning, then left the room, gently closing the door when leaving.

He and the FBI agent who was traveling with him returned the same way, looked at the closed elevator door, and sighed in his heart.

They didn't get any important information this time. They only learned from the chief of staff the causes and consequences of Hunter being shot by his comrades.

The battle was nearing its end and Bill Murphy got separated from his companions. He killed a lone enemy soldier and after walking around the area, he found someone squatting on the ground not far away, searching for the body.

It was a dusty day with low visibility. He thought it was a comrade-in-arms and wanted to go up to say hello and join in the fun, but the man just squatted there for several minutes without moving. He suddenly realized something was wrong.

If you want to check whether the person is dead or not, you can just look at the wound or feel the pulse. There is no need to stay that long.

So Bill Murphy suspected that it was his comrade-in-arms who was squatting beside him, trying to find some commemorative items (such as photos of relatives and friends) from him, so he shot him.

When the person fell to the ground and other people rushed over nearby, he was shocked to realize that the person he had hit was one of his own. He immediately sent the person to the field hospital and went to apologize to the chief of staff and the commander.

"..."

As the police recalled these new clues, their doubts grew instead of diminishing.

He had never been to the battlefield, but according to intelligence provided by the FBI, Hunter had participated in many battles before he was injured. Although he could not be called a veteran, he was also an experienced soldier. Why would he do such a thing on a battlefield that had not yet ended?

What did he check?

And Bill Murphy, the scopes used in the US's official military operations are not smuggled goods. It's just that in dusty weather, we can't see clearly the clothes on our comrades, right?

Did he really shoot accidentally?

In addition, yesterday the FBI mentioned two other possible targets of Hunter's attack. As a result, after the meeting, an explosion occurred in Nerima District, and the fiancé who abandoned Hunter's sister was the only Japanese who died in the explosion.

His death not only further increased Hunter's suspicion, but also prompted the police to decide to increase their efforts to protect the last remaining person - Jack Waltz, who reported Hunter that year.

Yesterday they called to remind him, but Waltz didn't take it seriously and directly refused; today they came to Yokosuka Base, and the Metropolitan Police Department would directly send people to Beika Town for protection. Even if the other party was unwilling, the police would have to guard nearby...

The police kept thinking.

This was what his respected senior Zhu Fu taught him. Not only did he have to collect clues, but he also had to learn to think about the doubts in the clues and the corresponding arrangements for the follow-up. That was the key to investigation.

But perhaps because he didn't get enough rest last night, coupled with the nervousness of entering the military base, he felt his brain begin to throb and ache.

So he had to stop thinking temporarily, raised his hand to press his temple, and turned to look at the other person next to him.

The elevator car was quiet. The FBI agent named Akai Shuichi who came with him stood in front of the button with his hands in his pockets, his posture straight, and his long black hair draped behind him.

There was a mirror in the car, and at this moment, the face was clearly reflected on the clean mirror surface.

Seeing the two identical faces so close to him, and the pair of dark and cold green eyes, the young policeman's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Is there something on my face?"

Akai Shuichi outside the mirror suddenly spoke.

He turned his head to look at him, and as he twisted his neck, the same face in the mirror disappeared.

The palpitations in the young policeman's heart also disappeared. He scratched his cheek: "No, uh... why do you ask?"

"You've seen me several times." Akai Shuichi said calmly, "I just arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department yesterday, after the meeting was temporarily over, and now."

The young police officer was stunned for a moment, then showed an embarrassed expression: "Actually, I..." He paused, and said in a natural tone: "Did you know Senior Zhu Fu, who was in charge of taking care of me, in the past?"

Akai Shuichi raised an eyebrow, he looked at the young public security policeman, and then replied: "I have worked with him in the past missions, he is a good person."

He answered the question but didn't reveal any details. He looked at the dark circles under the young policeman's eyes and the fatigue on his face. "I saw you covering your head just now. Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no, this is an old problem of mine." The police officer replied awkwardly.

It is said to be an old problem, but in fact it is more like a sequelae.

Thirteen years ago, he encountered a serious accident in which his mother died, and he lost part of his memory due to the great shock.

It was also because of this that when he decided to join the Public Security Bureau, his father arranged for Zhu Fu Jingguang to be his predecessor, because this predecessor had a similar experience to him...

However, these were internal information of the public security department, and he certainly would not reveal them to the FBI agent in front of him, even if this agent knew Senior Zhu Fu or was even familiar with him.

Akai Shuichi glanced at him and didn't ask any further questions.

The elevator reached the first floor. When leaving the office building and returning to the parking lot, the young public security officer only saw Aoyagi Binguang leaning against a black Chevrolet smoking.

This FBI agent also had long black hair, but his eyes were not venomous green, but a soft and warm light brown.

The young public security officer, Daizo Eto, subconsciously wanted to ask where his predecessor had gone, but when he turned his sight, he saw that his predecessor was already sitting in the car.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was sitting in the driver's seat with a cell phone in his hand. He was not wearing a seat belt and seemed to be talking to someone on the phone. When he saw Eto Daizo looking at him, he nodded slightly to him.

Shuichi Akai also noticed that Keimitsu Morobushi was on the phone, but he didn't go up to disturb him. Instead, he walked over to Aoyagi Akimitsu and saw that he was smoking, so he took out one himself.

"Borrow a fire."

Qing Liu Bingguang leaned there with a relaxed expression, a thin cigarette between his fingers. He reached into his pocket, took out a golden lighter, and handed it over.

Shuichi Akai took it and turned it on. At this moment, he felt a faint layer of raised patterns on the outer shell of the lighter.

He spread his palms and looked down.

Separated by an invisible line, the two faces were flipped left and right like a mirror, and they looked exactly the same.

……

inside the car.

"…Humph, they are the ones who committed the crime, but it is Japan that is getting the spotlight and the pressure."

A dissatisfied male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled helplessly, and said in a slightly teasing tone: "You can't say that. The FBI is also working hard to investigate... By the way, Lei, I mean FBI agent Akai, he is here this time too, do you want to meet him? You two knew each other very well in the organization in the past."

The other side, Furuya Rei, was speechless for a second: "Hiro, you should know that I hate that guy."

Zhu Fu Jingguang saw the person outside the window, stopped teasing his childhood sweetheart, and went straight to the point.

"Has the source of the bug been found?"

Chapter 311: Red and Black in the Bureau (Part )

Hearing Morobushi Keimitsu's question, Furugaya Rei, who was staying in the National Police Agency's office, looked at the bug in the evidence bag beside the table.

This bug was in the shape of a cufflink. If you didn't look closely, you couldn't tell it was a bug. He had tested it and found that its reception range was even farther than those used by the public security department.

If such a device was found on a high-ranking police officer, Furutani Rei would probably be unable to sleep all night, but it was found on an ordinary detective in the First Investigation Division.

Moreover, he had not worn it for long, and probably only listened to the meeting on the embassy bombing.

Through the questions that Kokunran asked the detective and the surveillance footage he watched himself, Furukaya Rei had some guesses in his mind.

"There are suspects, but we are not sure. We need to investigate further."

After Fūya Rei finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that Morifushi Kagemitsu had brought a junior with a special identity this time, so he turned the topic back to the case.

"How's Eto?"

"It's not a big problem, just a little nervous. I asked him to go with Akai to question the chief of staff, and now they have just returned."

Zhu Fushiki Kagemitsu paused. He had a feeling that Furuya Rei would be dissatisfied with this name again, so he quickly added: "This time it's an American agent and a Japanese police officer. Aoyagi and I will be in charge of questioning the former commander."

Furiya Rei naturally knew this mode of investigation. He did not continue to attack Akai, but continued to ask, "What did the consultant say?"

"His attitude is very cold, and he seems to hate Hunter quite a lot." Zhu Fujingguang said his first impression, "So I think the possibility of him helping the other party is very low."

"...It's good this way. At least the most troublesome person is not the murderer or accomplice."

Furiya Rei sighed, as if he was helpless, but also as if he was relieved.

The three most likely assistants are an ordinary soldier, an ordinary instructor, and a former commander who is now an advisor. If there really is something wrong with the former commander, they have no right to intervene.

The two of them exchanged a few brief words, and Fūya Rei knew that Morobushi Kagemitsu was still at the base, so he quickly hung up the phone.

He put down his phone, counted the piles of documents next to his computer, pressed his brows with a headache, and got up to make himself a cup of espresso.

The aroma of coffee gradually filled the office. Fōtani Rei took a sip and then placed the cup on a small table next to him to prevent himself from accidentally knocking over and dirtying the documents.

He closed the fingerprint comparison results on the desktop and clicked on another folder labeled [Photography].