Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

The archives room of the organization is very quiet. Today, only Imaguchi is standing here searching for information.

Looking at the shelves in the room and the piles of file bags on the shelves, Imaguchi took a deep breath and began to search bit by bit.

Fanning the dust in front of his eyes with his hand, Imaguchi gently ran his fingers through the portfolios on the shelf, but unfortunately none of them were what he was looking for.

There was a trace of disappointment in his eyes. Looking at the shelves behind him, Imaguchi cheered up again and began to continue searching.

Time passed minute by second, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on Imguchi's forehead. He wiped the sweat on his face casually, and Imguchi continued to search.

Hard work paid off. Among the pile of files on the ground, Imaguchi found the information he wanted. He carefully picked up the file bag on the ground and patted the dust on the file bag.

Putting the portfolio on the table, Imaguchi sat down and flipped through the information page by page.

In fact, this information is very ordinary, there is nothing important on it, it is just a simple signature book.

It is a register of laboratory staff organized 17 years ago. Everyone who enters the laboratory to work needs to sign the register, even if it is only as an assistant or as a cleaning staff.

Imaguchi once thought that this information had disappeared with the fire, and he would definitely not be able to find this information. However, he did not expect that there was still a copy in the archives.

This is really an unexpected surprise. Even though this book is very ordinary, it actually has very important value. After all, he can only judge who has entered and left the laboratory based on the registration in the book.

After sorting out all the names on the register, Imaguchi crossed out those who had died, and those who were left should be the survivors.

Looking at the list of survivors in his hand, Imaguchi couldn't help but smile.

欢伯

Daiquiri

蒂塔

Isaac

亚伦

兰登

……

Looking at the people on the list, Imaguchi took out the computer beside him and started checking them one by one.

There is no need to check Huan Bo. The organization wants core researchers, who are currently the leaders of the experimental team.

Dai Qili, a 45-year-old researcher of the organization, is Huan Bo's assistant. He is responsible for a certain research in his own name. He is the oldest among the organization's research members. 17 years ago, I was a research assistant of the organization and participated in APTX research...

Tita, an intelligence officer of the organization, is 38 years old. He is the leader of the intelligence department, the leader of a certain group, and a second-generation member of the organization. 17 years ago, the person who organized the research base was responsible for taking care of and training the children. On the day of the fire, he went to the laboratory to get medicine. But because I went early and left early, I was not affected.

Isaac, a 32-year-old researcher for the organization, died ten years ago from a gunshot wound. 17 years ago, he was one of the researchers in the laboratory.

Aaron…

Looking at the finally compiled list, Imaguchi let out a sigh of relief. After memorizing the list in his mind, Imaguchi suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and subconsciously tucked the list into a book beside him.

"There's someone there!" The person who pushed in the door was shocked to see Imaguchi sitting at the table, looking directly at him.

After patting his chest, he didn't say anything. He just walked into the room and started looking for the information he needed.

Seeing someone coming, Imaguchi didn't stay any longer. After packing his things, he picked up his backpack and walked out of the archives room.

In the bar, Imaguchi held a glass of wine in his hand, tasting it slowly, thinking about the information he had found before.

Suddenly someone sat next to him, and Imaguchi frowned subconsciously. There were so many places in the bar, why did he sit here?

Turning around, just as he was about to say something, he saw Uncle Huan sitting aside, smiling and saying hello to him.

"Why are you drinking alone here?"

"There are a lot of things I can't figure out. I'm going to take a rest here. Why are you here, uncle? Didn't you do any experiments today?" Imaguchi asked doubtfully.

"Fortunately, all the experiments failed, so I came out to take a rest." Huan Bo said helplessly.

"It's such a misfortune that everything failed?" Imaguchi asked with a smile, "Are you cultivating bacteria?"

"It's not bacteria. Although bacteria are difficult to cultivate, you can still grow them if you cast more nets.

The experiment I did was to study drugs, but the theory was obviously correct, but no matter what I did, it couldn't be done. "Huan Bo spread his hands. He had done this experiment thousands of times this month. He was about to vomit.

"It's really miserable, but if you work hard slowly, you might succeed!" Jinguchi patted Uncle Huan's shoulder heartily.

"Then let me lend you some good words!" Uncle Huan touched the cup to Imaguchi's heart, then lowered his head and took a sip of the wine.

"Uncle, wasn't that person over there your assistant yesterday? Why is he standing there but not coming over? Doesn't he know how to drink?" Looking at Daiquiri standing at the door of the bar, Imaguchi asked in confusion.

"How is it possible? Everyone in the organization except children can drink. He just doesn't want to drink. Don't worry about him. Let's drink!" Uncle Huan glanced at Dai Qili who was standing at the door, turned around and said with a smile. .

"Okay." Although Imaguchi felt a little confused, he still nodded, picked up the wine in the glass and drank it in one gulp.

"So generous?" Uncle Huan supported his head with his hands and looked at Imaguchi's heart with a smile.

"Of course you are bold. Do you believe that I can get you drunk today?" Imaguchi smiled and shook his cup. The alcohol content in his cup was probably lower than that of beer. It was a completely alcoholic drink. That’s all.

Uncle Huan glanced at the clear wine in his cup and understood.

"Then I can't drink you."

The two of them just drank one cup at a time and talked about interesting things about their childhood while drinking. The two of them couldn't help laughing.

As time passed, Uncle Huan drank a little too much, his cheeks were stained pink, and he looked very hazy.

Daiquiri, who was sitting at the door, came over, nodded heartily to Imaguchi, and patted Uncle Huan on the shoulder.

Uncle Huan glanced sharply at Daiquiri's face. After seeing that it was him, he closed his eyes, half-drunk and said goodbye to Imaguchi heartily, and then lay down on Daiquiri's body.

Daiquiri grabbed Huan Bo's waist and took him out of the bar, half hugging and half caressing him.

Imaguchi looked at the scene in front of him with a trace of surprise on his face, but he quickly reacted and a smile appeared on his face.

I really hadn't noticed this before. It seems that Uncle Huanbo has been living quite well these past few years.