Conan: About the fact that I have a black brother

It will be sunny today, then cloudy, with north wind of level 5 to 6 and gusts of level 7.

A port somewhere.

The breeze gently caressed the sea, sparkling and rippling. In the sky, the sun was gradually covered by clouds, and the originally sunny weather began to become gloomy. On the sea, only a few cargo ships were quietly moored on the shore, swaying gently with the waves. These cargo ships seemed particularly small, as if they would be swallowed by the sea at any time. The waves beat against the reefs on the shore, making bursts of roaring sounds.

There seemed to be a storm brewing at sea.

Lin Xiaochen was wearing a solemn black coat, standing by the stone wall with his hands in his pockets, quietly gazing at the sea in the distance.

He had a built-in headset in his left ear and had just received Zhu Fujingguang's order to remain alert three minutes ago.

The wind blew through his dark black hair, which moved in the wind and was blinding for a moment.

Lin Xiaochen's eyelashes fluttered uncomfortably, and he asked softly while adjusting his collar, "Are you really coming? I've been standing here for nearly half an hour, and the workers who were moving the goods have already noticed me."

"Is it at five o'clock?"

Lin Xiaochen touched his ears.

"Don't worry, they are our people." Zhu Fu Jingguang comforted, "Stay alert and follow my orders."

Lin Xiaochen put his hands back into his pockets.

He counted the time silently in his mind, and when he counted to 1283, he took a few steps along the stone wall.

"What are you going to do?" Zhu Fu Jingguang immediately asked in the headset. He saw Lin Xiaochen's unplanned actions through the sniper scope and warned him repeatedly, "Lin, follow the command."

Lin Xiaochen took a few steps forward again as if he had lost contact, then leaned against the stone wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Then, he reached into his pocket and fumbled around, as if he was eagerly searching for something important. However, not long after, his face, which had been filled with a hint of expectation, suddenly showed a trace of annoyance, and he muttered something unpleasant. Zhu Fujingguang on the other end of the headset was also confused at the moment, and had no idea what he was cursing.

"Damn, there's not even a lighter." Lin Xiaochen complained as he cast his eyes towards the workers who were busy moving goods not far away. Soon, he locked onto one of them and shouted loudly: "Hey, the one over there, yes, yes, I'm talking about you!"

The worker he called was stunned when he heard the voice, then turned around with a puzzled look on his face and looked at Lin Xiaochen who was waving at him.

However, despite being full of confusion, the worker still subconsciously walked towards the direction where Lin Xiaochen was.

When the worker approached, Lin Xiaochen quickly said, "Hey, buddy, do you have a lighter? I want to borrow a light."

Faced with this sudden request, the worker seemed a little overwhelmed and looked at Lin Xiaochen blankly. But perhaps out of instinct, he subconsciously reached into his pocket and began to search. After a while, he really took out a lighter.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaochen quickly took the lighter, used the flame to light a cigarette, and took out another one from his pocket and gave it to the worker: "Why is it so quiet here today? Where are the sailors?"

In order to avoid alerting the suspects, not all workers were replaced by the police. For example, Lin Xiaochen could tell that the middle-aged worker in front of him was a real worker based on the calluses on his hands and his worn pants and T-shirt.

"I don't know." The worker took the cigarette and lit it. Since he took Lin Xiaochen's things, he was willing to say a few more words. "There are not many cargo ships today. Alas, it seems that I won't make much money today."

"What a pity! Maybe it's because of the rain." Lin Xiaochen stretched out his hand and felt the air passing through his fingertips. "It's still very dangerous when it's windy."

"That's right, but the harvest is not good either." The worker sighed, "Sir, I remember you haven't been here for a long time. Why are you staying so long today? It's going to rain soon. You should go back."

Lin Xiaochen smiled and said, "I don't come often if I'm not feeling well."

"Is that so..." The worker looked Lin Xiaochen up and down for a moment, "You are a civil servant, right? You should take care of your health."

Zhu Fu Jingguang's earphones immediately sounded alarm bells ringing. After all, the police are also civil servants.

Lin Xiaochen said nonchalantly: "You really think highly of me. How can I, a socialite, be a civil servant? I can just work for a small company to make a living. There are many tourists here. Maybe it will be more profitable to develop it into a tourist area."

"Hey, the profits have nothing to do with us." The worker stamped out his cigarette, "You're the only one who comes here regularly. By the way, there's a man in a suit walking around these days. He looks well-dressed, but I don't know what he wants to do. I hope he wants to commit suicide."

Lin Xiaochen pinched out the spark with his fingers, put the cigarette butt into his pocket, and then straightened the wrinkles of his clothes again: "How could it be, did he come today?"

"I haven't seen him yet. I guess it's not time for him to show up yet." The worker scratched his head and replied, "This guy is very strange. He always shows up when I'm about to change shifts, around five or six o'clock. What's the matter? Do you know him? Or do you have something to do with him?"

Lin Xiaochen quickly shook his head and explained with a smile: "That's not true. I was just curious, so I asked casually." Then he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the worker, saying apologetically: "I'm sorry, I made you stay with me for so long, which must have delayed your work. Come, have a cigarette to relieve your fatigue."

The worker took the cigarette and waved his hand nonchalantly: "It's okay, I won't make much money today anyway - then, I'll get busy first."

"You are busy, you are busy." Lin Xiaochen turned around and walked a few more steps towards the distance.

If that person is a spy, he comes every day, firstly to eliminate his own suspicion. If he is really noticed, he can also say that it is a recent habit, but this kind of excuse generally cannot fool the public security police. Secondly, the spy does not know the specific day, only the approximate time - no, he may not even know the time. Five to six o'clock is exactly the time when the police get off work, so it is very likely that he comes to check the environment.

Zhu Fu Jingguang on the other end of the headset must have realized this problem at this time. However, it was too late to send personnel to check the itinerary at this moment. Time was tight, and every minute and every second could affect the success or failure of the mission.

Moreover, more importantly, who made the plan and who set the mission date as today? And whether the informant who sent the information is credible and whether the authenticity of the information can be confirmed.

These questions weighed on Lin Xiaochen's heart like a heavy stone.

Lin Xiaochen resisted the strong and almost suffocating feeling of being watched, as if countless invisible eyes were staring at him through the sniper scope. This feeling of being watched and targeted was terrible, like a lamb to be slaughtered, with no control over his own destiny.

All his alarm systems seemed to be on edge, ready to sound a sharp cry at any moment.

Lin Xiaochen took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his inner anxiety and tension by adjusting his breathing.

The salty sea breeze whistled in his face, filling his nasal cavity. The smell was both familiar and strange. The salty sea breeze not only irritated his nose, but also made his eyes feel dry and unbearable. Several times, he almost couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his eyes, but in the end he managed to hold back with his strong willpower. Instead, he pretended to be calm and raised his wrist to check the time.

The clock points to half past four. The days in autumn are always so short. The sun sets and the afterglow gradually fades.

The light was getting weaker and weaker, and the wind was getting more and more fierce, like a group of roaring beasts roaring in his ears. Lin Xiaochen shuddered involuntarily, feeling the chill creeping up his spine.

"Sir, can I borrow a light?"