Conan’s Toast Does Not Eat Fine Wine

four years ago.

This point in time is too coincidental.

At that time, the Miyano and his wife had already passed away, and Mezcal had not yet airborne. It stands to reason that SilverBullet should be in a state of suspension. What makes a suspended research project continue clinical trials?

Xinfan couldn't stay in the data room for too long. He flipped through the list quickly, mainly to find valuable clues related to the experiment-such as what the drugs produced in the SilverBullet project were.

In the process of searching, a name suddenly crossed his eyes.

[Curaçao]

That person actually participated in the research of SilverBullet as an experimental subject?

If so, there may be a serious problem with Curaçao's memory.

Xinfan's gaze stayed on Curacao's name for a few seconds, and then quickly moved to the next one.

Suda Michiji, Costine Fowler, Amber Valentine, Scotland, Aida Natsuki...

and many more!

Xinfan quickly turned back to the previous page.

I saw a familiar name written on the last line--.

, Scotland, this term is very common, in most cases it is used to refer to those from the political entities of the empire on the other side of the ocean that the sun never sets. In addition to expressing the Scots, it is also a synonym for Scotch whisky, and is even favored by certain brands.

It is strange to use Scotland as the name, at least Xinfan thinks that he shouldn't meet the second one.

Ironically, he was still sighing for Curaçao just now, and he should worry about himself in an instant.

When did he take the medicine, who was in charge of the project at the time, and what was their purpose? Why was the list randomly discarded here, why did he not find it when he took over SilverBullet, and why does it appear now? Is it a coincidence, or is it a deliberate act?

Many questions poured into Xinfan's brain at once, making him unable to resist for a while. But in contrast, his mind is extremely clear.

Xinfan took photos of the list one by one, and then put it back intact, even a piece of degummed label in the form was inserted in its original position.

Xinfan carefully picked up the hair he had accidentally dropped, and used a mini vacuum cleaner to clean up the traces of dander and dust on the documents, and finally sprinkled a fine dust on it.

He thinks he has found the reason for his unstable memory.

No matter what medicine is used in the SilverBullet clinical trial, it should be closely related to the Dark Baron.

Change your memory, or... shift your mind?

Perhaps from 17 years ago to the present, the goal of the organization has never changed. These experimental projects that have been carried out or are in progress have a common purpose.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for Xinfan.

In fact, when he hurried home from the research base, the sky was already bright.

Xinfan encountered Hui Yuanwei making coffee in the restaurant. The moment the two pairs of eyes with thick dark circles looked at each other, they knew that each other, like themselves, was a night owl who hadn't slept all night.

"Don't try too hard." Xinfan persuaded, "You have to go to class today. Go back and lie down for another hour."

Aihara Hui said with a complicated expression: "I think you need sleep more by comparison."

"I am a freelancer, and it’s okay to take a break when I go to work. You will be reprimanded by the teacher when you take a break in class."

Huihara mourned: "...The problem is that I am off today, Saturday."

"..."

Xin Fan rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, "I'm really getting more and more confused."

At the Kudo house separated from the Asano House, Conan was lying on the bed snoring and snoring from time to time. The thin blanket covering his body has long been missing.

With parents covering their heads, even though Shinichi Kudo provokes a behemoth like the organization, he can still sleep at ease.

Suddenly, Conan sneezed in his sleep!

He was awakened by himself, and suddenly felt a little cold the moment he opened his eyes.

Really, it's winter, why does he still cover such a thin blanket? Mom, too, take out the thick quilt quickly!

...

Xin Fancao took two bites of breakfast, put on a trench coat and left home.

Before pushing the door, he habitually glanced at the calendar hanging by the door.

Well, very good, February 4th, and one more 1 will be Valentine's Day. As for the days that follow... February 5, February 6, February 7, February 8...

Xinfan's sight stayed for a while on a certain date.

Huiyuan said in a bewildered voice: "What's the matter, is there any problem?"

"No, I just feel that the recent days are too tidy."

"Is it neat?" Hui Yuan Ai came over and looked at it carefully for a long time, "It seems to be like this all the time."

"February 8th is August 19th. It's good, it's normal again." Xinfan nodded in satisfaction, and decided to go back to the bedroom to change winter clothes immediately.

As we all know, Japan is very cold in February.

Sure enough, when Xinfan went out today, he discovered that the branches of the street trees on the streets of Tokyo that were still green yesterday, their branches have become bald without knowing when, and even new green buds have emerged.

Lu Feng Music Classroom——

Enomoto Azusa was clearing the frost that had condensed on the glass. When she saw Nobuhana, she greeted very enthusiastically, "Mr. Asano! Good morning! Mr. Amuro brought oyster wakame miso soup today and put it on the table. He asked me to remind me. You drink it while it's hot."

"Where's Amuro-kun?" Shin Fan asked as he stepped into the door of the music classroom.

"Mr. Amuro just answered the phone and left, maybe there is something urgent.

"That's right." Enomoto Azusa said, "Officer Megome made an appointment for today's music appreciation class last night, and the time is set at nine o'clock. If Mr. Amuro is too late, I have to trouble you."

Xinfan was a little surprised: "Unexpectedly, Officer Mumu would have time to come to class~www.readwn.com~ Although Officer Mumu believes that the music appreciation class in Lufeng’s music classroom can effectively alleviate work pressure, the nature and intensity of the work of the Interpol doomed him Can't make time to rest.

"You don't know, brother Asano." It is true that Cao Cao arrived. As soon as the letter fell, the familiar voice of Officer Mumu immediately rang out. Said that this month should be regarded as the month of publicity on the legal system, and we should do a good job in spreading the law."

Xinfan asked curiously, "Is there no case that needs to be investigated recently?"

"No." At the mention of this, Officer Mumu smiled into a sunflower with joy, the folds on his face piled up, "Tokyo is very peaceful during this period, and the crime rate has dropped a lot!"

Xinfan thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "That's right, Conan has gone home, and I don't have many chances to wander around with Mr. Mori and the Junior Detectives."

"What?" Officer Megome was confused, "Did you say Conan?"

"Ah, no. What I said was ‘this is good too’." Xinfan smiled most sincerely.