People are in Conan, but the Shura field

Chen Nuo walked into his own dojo carrying a carton of milk and a package of bombs.

After pushing open the door, everything that appeared before him gave him a very familiar feeling.

The old refrigerator with peeling paint, the green fabric sofa with pilling cushions, and the half-eaten bag of potato chips on the coffee table...

Chen Nuo felt like he had really lived here for a long time.

I guess it’s the influence of this body.

Just like when he signed just now, he didn't hesitate much when writing down Goro Daimon's name.

However, he found that the effect was gradually weakening with the passage of time, and he still couldn't remember any other memories.

Chen Nuo first put the things next to the entrance, and then started searching the room.

He wanted to look for a diary or something.

This might help him imitate the original owner's lifestyle and avoid being noticed.

But after searching for a long time, he couldn't find any useful information, and Chen Nuo also found that there were very few signs that he had ever lived in the entire house.

These obvious signs of processing made him feel vaguely uneasy.

Was it a routine precaution taken by the organization against external members? Or was it that the original owner noticed something and took action secretly?

Chen Nuo opened the refrigerator door. Inside the refrigerator were a half-eaten sandwich, a pack of instant pasta, some not-so-fresh vegetables, and several iced drinks.

He casually flipped through the refrigerator and found a box of injection medicine in the interlayer.

The light pink liquid was contained in a small bottle similar to oral liquid, and a skull logo was drawn on the bottle with a red pen.

The medicine box can hold a total of ten bottles of medicine, but now there is only one bottle left.

Probably some kind of poison.

It seems that in addition to helping the Black Organization transport weapons, he may sometimes also complete tasks such as killing people and silencing them.

Putting the medicine back in its place, Chen Nuo took out a can of iced barley tea from the refrigerator, sat on the sofa and fell into deep thought.

I didn't find any useful information. It seems I can only play it by ear for now. I hope Gin, the hardworking and taciturn worker in the brewery, will just get the things and leave.

Chen Nuo drank the barley tea in his hand in one breath, crushed the can and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

Just then, the sound of the alarm clock suddenly came from the bedroom.

Chen Nuo looked up and saw that the clock on the wall pointed to 4pm.

After hearing this voice, he suddenly felt a strong urge to go to the dojo in the backyard to take a look.

Is this the usual practice time? That's why I have this habitual reaction?

Driven by this inexplicable force, Chen Nuo walked through the corridor towards the dojo.

As he walked, he thought that even if he couldn't find any useful information, going to the dojo and holding a bamboo sword in his hand would at least give him a sense of security.

Goro Daimon's dojo is divided into two areas.

The front is the living area, which is similar to the layout of a single-family house, and the back is the dojo with a larger area.

Between the dojo and the living area, there is a fairly spacious courtyard, but it has become overgrown with weeds due to not being taken care of for a long time, and a strong sense of dilapidation envelopes the entire dojo.

Open the door of the dojo.

The pungent smell of dust hit me in the face.

The dojo in front of him was empty. The bamboo sword rack near the door was neatly stacked with bamboo swords. There was a light layer of dust on the floor. Calligraphy and paintings with phrases such as "no thoughts, no imagination" and "wind, forest, fire and volcano" were hung on the walls around him.

Chen Nuo walked to the knife rack, pulled out a bamboo sword and held it in his hand.

With the knife in his hand, he felt a lot more at ease.

Then Chen Nuo held the bamboo sword and began to visit his own dojo.

After walking around, Chen Nuo found that he seemed particularly familiar with the painting of "Wind, Fire, Mountain and Forest" on the wall opposite the entrance of the dojo.

In addition, the floor beneath the calligraphy and painting was more worn than other places. Chen Nuo guessed that the original owner must have often stood here to meditate.

Chen Nuo walked to the front of the calligraphy and painting. Since it was hung quite high, he just looked up and observed it.

It should be just an ordinary painting and calligraphy, the words used are also quite common, and it doesn't look like anything special.

He bent down and tapped the floor gently a few times. It was solid, with no secret compartments or anything like that.

Chen Nuo raised his arm unwillingly, wanting to take the painting down and examine it more closely.

But as soon as he opened it a little, he froze in place.

Because the back of the calligraphy and painting is not blank, but is filled with densely packed characters written in black pen.

Chen Nuo was secretly delighted, thinking that there was indeed a problem here.

He carefully lifted a corner of the calligraphy and painting, but did not take it off. Instead, he read the words on the back of the calligraphy and painting in the sunlight coming in through the window of the dojo.

【Don't take the medicine that woman gave you. 】

[She is so cute. If she were to speak, I would be happy even if I died, right?]

【Don't take the medicine that woman gave you. 】

[You will die. Don't take the medicine that woman gave you. ]

[My health is getting worse and worse, and I don’t know how long I can live. ]

[She said the wedding would be held in a church on the top of a mountain. That's great. I also like that kind of environment.]

[I went to try on a wedding dress today. I seem to have eaten too much recently. I will start losing weight from tomorrow. ]

[Before I die, I should at least drag her down to hell. ]

【I really don’t want to part with her. 】

[She said she wanted to eat some desserts from the Japanese confectionery shop in front of the station. Let's buy some when we go to the art museum tomorrow.]

……

……

The rows of densely written words on the back of the calligraphy and painting made Chen Nuo feel uneasy.

All the content praising "her" was crossed out with a pen.

If I'm not mistaken, this must have been written here by classmate Goro Daimon before, and the reason why the alarm was set at this time might be that he set it to remind himself.

As for the above content...

No way?

Is there something wrong with my girlfriend?!

Chen Nuo suddenly felt that he must have accidentally chosen the hell difficulty level when he restarted this time.

"What are you doing here?"

A cold voice came from behind.

Chen Nuo was startled. He immediately turned around and raised the bamboo sword in front of him, ready to fight the enemy.

But when I looked closely, I found a tall girl standing in front of me.

The girl has short, slightly curly brown hair and delicate, deep facial features, and looks a bit European and American.

She was wearing a calf-length white coat and a red turtleneck sweater underneath. Her two dazzlingly white, slender legs were exposed before his eyes without any protection.

Her breathing was a little rapid, as if she had run here without even having time to put on her slippers.

The white bare feet stepped on the wooden floor of the kendo practice field. There was a shallow indentation on the crystal-like instep, which should have been left by wearing high heels.

But the girl's expression was very calm, and her ice-blue eyes showed the look of someone observing a little white mouse in a laboratory.

Faced with her questioning, Chen Nuo didn't know how to answer for a moment.

On the one hand, he was worried that the other party would see the content of the calligraphy and painting, and on the other hand, Chen Nuo recognized the identity of the girl in the white coat in front of him at a glance.

Miyano Shiho, is actually my girlfriend?!

"Didn't I tell you that milk should be kept in the refrigerator?" While Chen Nuo was stunned, Miyano Shiho complained with her arms crossed over her chest.

Her figure, wrapped in a red sweater, protested fiercely under the pressure of the arms.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Chen Nuo quickly pretended to be confused, but his heart was already in turmoil.

If his girlfriend was an ordinary person, Chen Nuo might still have the confidence to fool her.

But the "girlfriend" in front of him is Shirley, a genius scientist with a top-notch mind in the Black Organization.

What's more, based on the contents of the diary I just saw, it is still unclear whether their relationship is that of lovers.

"Can't remember again?" Miyano Shiho frowned, "Have you taken your medicine today?"

Can't remember?

correct!

Judging from the repeated words in the diary just now, the original owner seemed to be in a state of memory confusion before. Then he could just pretend to have lost his memory and get away with it.

"I've already eaten." Chen Nuo tried his best to keep his tone calm.

Miyano Shiho sighed, her expression suddenly softened, and she walked over to help Chen Nuo straighten the collar of his clothes.

"You lied again. There's clearly still a dose of medicine left in the refrigerator." Miyano Shiho lowered her head and sniffed gently near his collar. "It stinks. Go take a shower quickly. I brought new medicine today. It should be much more effective than before."

In the refrigerator?

Chen Nuo suddenly thought of the light pink potion with a scary skull painted on the bottle in the refrigerator compartment.

Isn't that poison?

Does he eat that stuff every day?

What kind of good person would drink a strange liquid with a skull and crossbones logo on the bottle for no reason?

No wonder the original owner wrote a diary that clearly showed he was in a bad mental state and left this world early.

Just as he was thinking about it, Miyano Shiho had already pushed him to the entrance of the dojo.

Her hands are so soft, and she has a unique fragrance that makes people addicted to it.

It's like a cool perfume, but not entirely. It seems to be mixed with the pungent smell of chemicals in the laboratory.

This slight pungent smell not only did not destroy her beauty, but instead added a touch of mystery to her.

But no matter how charming you are, I can't drink that weird stuff.

While Chen Nuo was wondering how he could "accidentally" knock over the potion, he quickened his pace towards the living room.

Miyano Shiho followed closely behind.

As her slender fingertips rested on the edge of the wooden sliding door, she was about to close it.

A gust of wind blew into the dojo from the corridor.

The wind blew her white coat backwards, ruffling her soft brown hair, and also blew the calligraphy and paintings on the wall opposite the door over, exposing the secret diary in front of her.

Miyano Shiho stopped closing the door.

She walked to the front of the painting, stood on tiptoe, and skillfully put the painting back in its original place.

Then she walked towards the living room with a sweet smile on her face.

Chapter 3 Shirley's loving cooking is a Shura field

Chen Nuo thought a lot on the way back to the living room.

He thought about how he could accidentally spill the medicine, how he could secretly take it and then spit it out, and whether he would be hunted down by the Black Organization as a traitor if he just ran away.

He even thought, if he killed Shirley, would his broken refrigerator be able to fit her body into it?

But when Chen Nuo returned to the living room, his previous idea instantly vanished.

Because it's at the entrance.

There were two tall men in black standing there.

The leading man in black was thin, with long silver hair hanging down to his waist under a black hat. He had a gloomy expression on his face, and seemed a little impatient.