Conan: I Am Surrounded By Undercover

Throughout the day, Toru Amuro attended two public classes.

The two professors had standard English pronunciation and spoke very fast, and the lectures also involved many technical terms that he could not understand at once, so he took a recording pen and recorded all the contents of the two classes.

When the second class was over, it was almost dusk. The students said goodbye to the teacher and got up to pack their things.

Toru Amuro took a beat, and seeing that the others were almost gone, he slowly put the laptop back into the backpack he was carrying.

He took out his mobile phone and looked through his mailbox. Except for the map and class schedule he received in the morning, there was no other news.

It wasn't until the penultimate student left and there was no one else in the classroom that Toru Amuro picked up his phone and walked to the blackboard to take a picture.

The professor who was in class just now wrote on the blackboard very messy. A Dissociative almost spanned the entire blackboard. He had to find several angles to photograph all the letters of the whole word.

After taking the photo, he walked out of the classroom with his backpack.

The road from the classroom to the gate of the campus is neither long nor short. MIT is usually open to the outside world. In addition to students and professors, there are many tourists like him or passers-by who come to open classes. The campus is not deserted.

Amuro slowed his pace and turned his head to look at the campus bathed in the sunset.

This is where Angstra used to live and study...

He had already sat down and listened to two classes, but it seemed that he, who knew almost nothing about Angstra's experience after joining the organization, didn't realize this until now.

……

It was already evening when Amuro returned to the hotel. Before returning to the hotel, he made a special trip to the supermarket to buy ingredients for dinner and croissants, and then went straight back to his room.

He took the key card to open the door, the room was dark, and Angstra did not come back.

Toru Amuro walked in, went to the kitchen to put down the bag, and then went inside the house to check if there was anything that shouldn't be there. After doing all this, he sat down on the sofa, and after a moment of hesitation, he took out his mobile phone and sent an email to Angstra.

[Do you need me to prepare dinner for you? ——Bourbon]

[No need, you rest early, I will go back later tonight. ——Angostura]

Amuro didn't say much, he sent a new email to his little boss:

[Come back at night and pay attention to safety. ——Bourbon]

【it is good. ——Angostura]

Amuro put away the phone, glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and touched the voice recorder in his jacket pocket.

After dinner, he wanted to slow down and listen to the afternoon lesson again, which would probably take a lot of time... Since Angstra is away, there is no need to waste time preparing dinner by himself, so he picked up the The phone next to me called the front desk of the hotel and ordered the simplest dinner.

Before the delivery man came, he took the bag back to the bedroom and started packing.

The suite has two bedrooms, and of course he lives in the smaller one—as he did last year in France. He walked to the desk, took the laptop, voice recorder, and notes out of his bag and put them on the table one by one.

I was outside all day today, and my laptop was about to run out of power, so Amuro bent over to plug in the power. When he looked up, he inadvertently swept across a book on the bedside table.

A Japanese version of The Little Prince.

Angstra bought it when he was on a mission. He brought it here this time because he was too bored on the plane and wanted to read something to relieve his boredom.

...As a result, he was on the plane with Angstra on his left and Ley on his right. Ley looked as if he was about to go to the execution ground, and his body was so terrifying that he was so disgusted that he couldn't read it at all.

Toru Amuro casually flipped through it, and if there was any linguistic difference between this book and Angstra's book, it was the illustrations.

After all, Japan is a two-dimensional country, and the illustrations in children's books are still in that beautiful and delicate style.

The page he turned to had a bookmark, and the cute little prince in the illustration on the right sat obediently in the wheat field with his hands on his knees, his cheeks pressed against his knees, and a fluffy fox kissed him affectionately. around.

The little prince's eyes seemed puzzled and helpless. He let the fox cuddle him like this, but he didn't reach out and hug it.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. Even if it is the same person, the experience of reading the same story as a child and as an adult will not be the same. Toru Amuro revisited the chapter where he met the fox before going to bed last night.

"Please tame me!" said the fox to the little prince.

"I'd love to," replied the little prince, "but I'm running out of time. I'm still looking for friends, and there's a lot to learn."

"Only what is tamed is known," said the fox. "People don't take the time to learn anything anymore. They always go to the store and buy ready-made...if you want a friend , then tame me!"

Others saw that the fox taught the little prince love and responsibility. What he saw was that the fox was willing to be domesticated, and the little prince still left it.

No matter what the fox does, the little prince always prefers being pampered and coaxing him into giving him more roses.

"Dong dong."

The knock on the door made Toru Amuro loose his fingers, and the pages of the book were completely closed with a clatter.

Toru Amuro knew that dinner was coming, and immediately left the bedroom to open the door. Instead of letting the delivery man in, he took the plate and fork and walked to the sofa again to sit down.

He turned off the headlights in the living room, and only turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa. The orange light fell on him, reminding him of the color of the dusk just now.

He was eating the dinner sandwich under the light with beef lettuce and cheese. Everything he eats now tastes the same, and he doesn't care how it tastes.

A tasteless dinner was quickly settled, Amuro went to wash the dishes, and went back to the bedroom to attend the class.

The lighting in the bedroom was a little softer, this time he thought of the wheat field in the illustration.

He put the mobile phone to adjust the previous vibration mode and put it on the table, so that as long as there is news, he can see it; he imported the content on the recorder into the computer, opened the translation software, he did not plug in the headphones, so that he could immediately Hear movement outside.

...but until he finished the course and understood it for the second time, Angstra still did not come back.

Toru Amuro stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night sky outside where there was not much light.

It was very late, his shadow was projected on the glass, and in the dim light, his blond hair was still shining, but the color of his eyes seemed to have turned into a dark blue that was heavier than purple-gray.

Anshitou was in a hurry. Before he came, he checked the security situation in the United States. He wanted to send another email to ask where Angstra was.

Just when Anshitou wanted to take out his cell phone, his cell phone suddenly vibrated, and he was overjoyed, and took out the cell phone at the speed of drawing a gun - but the moment he saw the sender clearly, there was a moment of surprise on his face. collapsed.

【How are you in Boston? I messaged Angstra and he didn't reply to me...—]

Amuro's expression turned grim, he clenched his phone tightly, trying to smash it out! !

...But in the end he didn't do it, and he didn't reply either, he just let go of his hand and let the phone slide from his hand to the ground, sitting on the lounge chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window~www.NovelMTL.com~ he knew .

Angstra's lost smile when he came back, his slightly different attitude towards them, and the way he sat in the car after they coaxed him to go out that day, and the act of not wearing his seat belt until the car drove out...

He already knew it.

The Scottish one had to hit twelve o'clock, and it was past eleven-thirty when they joined forces to trick him out.

But the target they want to coax is not the other unfeeling killers in the organization, but will take care of the seriously injured subordinates without complaint for four months, and they will come to the hospital every day to read reports and take care of their physical condition... They will even notice that they do not eat too much in front of the patients. Drink so as not to make the other party unhappy Angstra! !

He could endure it for a few months, why can't he even wait for a few days or even ten minutes?

They didn't notice, but Amuro had long thought that their plan was a failure from the very beginning.

——It wasn't Angstra's paranoia that ruined their plan, it was his concern for them.

...But they succeeded. They deceived Angstra a lot before noon.

Then there is one and only one possibility: Angstra, he is voluntary.

He already suspected that they were undercover, so he went out on purpose.

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