At the bottom of the police academy, I conquered the first place in the police academy group

When seeing this bug.

The first thing that Sang Yue thought about was when the bug was placed.

Bugs have nuclear magnetic effects, so they cannot pass the security check and must be held with a special diaphragm.

So this thing could only stick to the sole of Sang Yue's shoe after getting on the plane.

There are not many people with this motivation, and Vodka can't do this kind of thing, and he doesn't need it.

After all, the identities of Xi Geer and Gin are here, and Gin has no objection to her, let alone Vodka.

If so, Sang Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

At least the conversation with Jing Guang was not overheard before going through the security check, and the two guys Bourbon and Ley belonged to me. The conversation I had with Vodka just now was basically related to "Moitres". It doesn't matter.

Sang Yue held the monitor in her hand and played with it. She was not as irritable as Gin and directly crushed the monitor. She had to keep it and hand it over to Jing Guang, who asked him to find out what brand it belonged to and which organization it used frequently.

So what to do with this listener now?

Are you pretending you didn't notice it?Or put it away to prevent the other party from monitoring what you are saying?

The more Sang Yue thought about it, the more wrong it became. Holding this small particle felt like holding a bomb.

Is there a possibility that this monitor may just happen to be stepped on by Sang Yue.

No matter from Ley's point of view or Bourbon's point of view, anyone who puts this monitor on anyone, as long as he removes himself and puts it on the other three people can hear a little bit of information.

In other words.

Both of these guys refused to admit it and blamed each other for installing the monitor, which is fine.

Well, from this point of view, this operation seems familiar.

Putting up monitors, hearing what you want to hear and throwing it at the FBi kills two birds with one stone... Mr. Bourbon can definitely do it.

but……

Sang Yue quickly reviewed in her mind the series of events that happened between boarding the plane and sitting here.During this period, all the people and things I saw were recalled in my mind.

In every "page" traced back in the "memory library", no one was seen secretly throwing a monitor on the ground.

Sang Yue recalled only the memories she could see, maybe that guy was very careful to put the monitor under his feet when she didn't see it.

In the narrow area of ​​the Japanese-style carved design, the original warm orange top light becomes like a ghostly fire in the dark night, as if there are a pair of eyes peeping at Sangyue in the dark.

After thinking about it, there is currently no evidence to prove who it is.

Sang Yue did not dare to act rashly, she got up and prepared to go to the dining room of the cabin to borrow a piece of tinfoil to wrap this thing up and monopolize the signal receiving source.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw that Mr. FBI was leaning against the corner of the cabin, wearing a flashing green fluorescent Bluetooth headset on his ear, and holding a disposable paper cup in his hand, with a little heat rising from the surface of the cup .

There was a bitter smell of hand-ground coffee in the air.

In the process of meeting Lai's eyes, Sang Yue watched the depth of his dark green pupils gradually spread out into a careless range.

well.

Had a face-to-face meeting.

If Ley had put the monitors on, she wouldn't have to worry so much.

However, Sang Yue has not obtained permission from the Police Agency yet, and Sang Yue cannot take the initiative to reveal her identity.

Besides, even if she confessed her identity to Ley, how could he believe that a person who has lived with Gin for ten years is a Japanese police officer.

Even if Ley doesn't believe her, the relationship still needs to be handled harmoniously.

Sang Yue took the initiative to say hello: "Drinking coffee so late, don't you plan to sleep?"

"After all, there is business in Russia." His answer was concise and to the point.

Sang Yue looked at his forehead with curly hair covering his slanted eyebrows and eyes, the brilliance in his eyes was indifferent, like a dark forest without warmth.

She walked over, took a disposable paper cup from the coffee machine next to it, and said, "That makes sense, then I'll have a cup too."

Ley raised his head slightly, weighing the most controversial female member in this organization, and always felt that it was different from what was said in the rumors.

Is it another way of hiding?

The coffee machine in the deluxe cabin contains ground coffee beans, with fresh milk and sugar cubes next to it, as well as a variety of very thoughtful coffee preparation methods, which can be prepared directly according to your preferences.

Sang Yue poured herself a little bit of pure coffee juice, and added a bunch of fresh milk and sugar-free flavoring to it.He took a tentative sip until the rich black coffee turned milky brown.

After putting more than half a cup of fresh milk and sugar, it was still very bitter. The bitter Sangyue couldn't even open her brows. She turned her head and glanced at the cup of black coffee that was almost pure coffee with nothing added in Lai's hand.

Is it because this person has stayed in the United States and his taste buds are different from those of Asians.

How do you drink it without milk or sugar?

"Are you a sniper?" Sang Yue calmed down and asked.

"Ah."

"Then your dynamic vision must be very good?" Sang Yue asked again.

"The image stays in the retina for about 0.01 second." His tone was neither salty nor light, and he couldn't hear any emotional changes.

The less time the image remains in the retina, the better the person's dynamic vision will be.

Under normal circumstances, the retinal residence time of ordinary people is only 0.1 seconds.

"That's not bad. Your dynamic vision is ten times that of ordinary people, so you should also be very good at fighting, right?"

Sang Yue's words made Lai turn his attention to her: "It's not bad."

You are so humble.

Sang Yue thought to herself, reached out to hold the coffee cup and took another sip, her face full of disgust: "The concentration of caffeine is too high." In Japanese, caffeine and bug are homophonic.

Sang Yue bit the three words coffee, coffee, and cause a little harder.

Lay leaned against the wall of the corridor, leaned back slightly, took a sip of the pure coffee with white powder still floating in his hand, and looked at Sang Yue as if he was looking at an idiot: "Coffee? Coffee? Because it comes from tea leaves. and alkaloids purified from coffee beans."

Not a filler in coffee.

"Uh..." Sang Yue, I'm fucking reminding you!

Ley thought that Miss Shiggle was going to tell him something very important, so she put on a posture where she was making coffee and putting toffee, as if she wanted to talk about the dawn with herself, but she finished speaking by herself. After saying this, he turned around and left with his coffee.

"Huh?" Ley asked.

Just as Sang Yue left, she swallowed all the coffee in one gulp and threw the paper cup into the trash can.

Looking at Ley's expression just now, it seems that he doesn't know the monitor at all.

Of course.

It is not ruled out that Ley is acting.

Just two steps away, a stewardess saw her wandering around, and hurriedly surrounded her and asked her if she needed anything.

Sang Yue looked at a prettier stewardess, rubbed her belly and said, "I'm a little hungry."

Folding their hands in front of them, they introduced various western food to Sang Yue. Sang Yue finally ordered a seafood hot and velvet cream cake.

Both will be wrapped in tinfoil, just enough to wrap around the monitor.

After explaining some of her tastes to the stewardess, Sang Yue stretched her waist and was about to go back to the room. When she turned her head, she saw Toru Amuro standing at the other end of the corridor walking towards her.

There is also a wire-controlled earphone hanging around his neck, and the black earphone wire hangs from his shoulder.Just like two sweater drawstrings, it has the texture of sports youth.

Sang Yue's gaze shifted from the wire-controlled earphones hanging on Tou Amuro's chest to the pockets of the black sportswear jacket where the thread ends were hidden.

His blond hair was docile on the side of his honey-colored face, and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing his muscular and well-defined wrists.

Toru Amuro has always maintained the youthful feeling he once had in the police academy.But because of the change of identity, his eyebrows and eyes are a little more arrogant.

This is the only corridor in the entire airport, and the two must meet face to face.

Sang Yue's vision was level and did not meet his gaze, and he ignored Sang Yue, the two seemed to be in a state of complete ignorance.

When the two rubbed shoulders, Sang Yue's body was slightly tilted, and her arm hooked the wired earphone in his arms.

The headphone cable brought out an MP3, and when the cable fell off, a melodious Japanese song was playing in the MP3, the singing was soft and low, echoing in Sang Yue's somewhat embarrassed gaze.

"Huh?" Toru Amuro asked.

Sang Yue spread her hands: "Sorry, I was not careful."

She really didn't mean to.

My feet were a little weak just now, but I controlled them a bit and stopped.

Toru Amuro narrowed his eyes to look at Sang Yue, his docile blond hair covered his straight nose and purple-gray eyes, reflecting Sang Yue's pale face.

He watched Sang Yue walk forward with her head bowed, her pace was fine but her head seemed to be heavy.

Every time she drank and the next day after drinking, she would show that pale face, as if her blood had been drained from her whole body.

But when he passed by her just now, he didn't smell any alcohol.

Sang Yue didn't know what was wrong with her, so she went back and pushed open the door of her "seat", threw herself on the recliner and started to have a headache.

There seemed to be a needle in her head that was stirring every nerve in her, making those nerve threads start to hurt like an electric shock. This feeling was very similar to the feeling after being drunk, but she had no consciousness of drowsiness at all.

The pain woke her up.

Sang Yue curled up on the bed with her head in her arms. This pain was different from before. Before, she drank too much and fell asleep without knowing anything, but felt uncomfortable for a while the next day.But now there is always a sober pain.

The sharp soreness made her body sweat, and the left sliding door in Sang Yue's room was suddenly pulled open.

Toru Amuro came in through the door with a cup of hot milk and a stack of bananas in his hand.

"You, how did you come in..." Sang Yue sat up from the recliner, rubbing her sore and swollen temples with her hands, and couldn't even maintain a basic expression.

Toru Amuro looked at Sang Yue with a disgusted look that had no sense of security at all, and turned to Sang Yue's inner door with his mouth shut: "You don't even know you opened it?"

"Uh..." Sang Yue.

He took the hot milk and handed it to Sang Yue: "Drink some."

Sang Yue has no appetite to drink milk at all, and her whole head is as if it has been crushed by a giant tank.

Just as she was about to wave her hand to reject Amuro Toru, Fang An was already sitting next to her, holding her back to help her sit still.

Her purple eyes are like the sea, and her voice is gentle.

"Your special physique doesn't dare to give you medicine casually, but hot milk can help restore nerve stability, so you won't feel so uncomfortable."