Chapter 1094 A Neat Day

four years ago.

This timing is too coincidental.

At that time, Mr. and Mrs. Miyano had already passed away, and Mezcal had not yet landed. It stands to reason that Silver Bullet should be on hiatus. What makes a suspended research project continue clinical trials?

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

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

[Curaçao]

That person actually participated in Silver Bullet research as a test subject?

If so, there may be something seriously wrong with Curaçao's memory.

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

Michichi Suda, Costin Fowler, Amber Valentine, Scotland, Natsuki Aida...

etc!

Nobuhiro quickly turned back to the previous page.

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

Scotch, Scotland, is a very common word. In most cases, it is used to refer to those who come from the political entity of the empire on the other side of the ocean. In addition to describing the Scots, it is also the name for Scotch whiskey and is even popular among some brands.

It's quite strange to have Scotland as a name, at least Nobuhiro didn't think he would encounter a second one.

It's a bit ironic. Just now he was lamenting about Curacao, but now he should be worried about himself.

When did he take the drug, who was in charge of the project at the time, and what was their purpose? Why was the list haphazardly dumped here, why wasn't it discovered when he took over the Silver Bullet, and why is it there now? Is it a coincidence, or did someone do it deliberately?

Many questions flooded into Nobuhiro's mind at once, making him overwhelmed for a moment. But in contrast, his mind was extremely clear.

Nobushige took photos of the list one by one, and then put it back intact. Even a piece of unglued label paper in the form was inserted in its original position.

Nobuhiro carefully picked up the hair that he accidentally dropped, and used a micro vacuum cleaner to clean away the traces of dander and dust on the documents, and finally sprinkled a handful of fine dust.

He thought he had found the reason for his unstable memory.

No matter what drug is used in the Silver Bullet clinical trial, it should be closely related to the Dark Baron.

Change memory, or... transfer thinking?

Perhaps from seventeen years ago to now, the organization's goals have never changed. These experimental projects that have been conducted or are ongoing all have a common purpose.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night for Xinfan.

In fact, by the time he rushed home from the research base, it was already dark.

Nobushige met Haibara Ai who was making coffee in the restaurant. The moment the two pairs of eyes with thick dark circles looked at each other, they knew that the other person, like themselves, was a night owl who stayed up all night.

"Don't work too hard." Nobuhiro advised, "You have to go to class today, so go back and lie down for another hour."

Hui Yuan Ai said with a complicated expression: "I think you need sleep more."

"For a freelancer like me, it's okay to take a break while working. If you desert in class, you will be scolded by the teacher."

Haiyuan said silently: "...The problem is that I have today off, Saturday."

"..."

Xinfan rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "I'm getting more and more confused as time goes by."

At the Kudo's house, which is just across the courtyard from Asano's house, Conan is lying on the bed and fast asleep, snoring lightly from time to time. The thin blanket covering him has long since disappeared.

With his parents covering his head, Kudo Shinichi could still sleep peacefully despite provoking a behemoth like the organization.

Suddenly, Conan sneezed loudly in his sleep!

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

Really, it's winter, why is he still wearing such a thin blanket? Mom, too, needs to take out the thick quilt quickly!

…

Xinfan hurriedly took two bites of breakfast, put on his windbreaker and left home.

Before opening the door, he habitually glanced at the calendar hanging beside the door.

Well, fine, February 5th. As for the following days... February 6th, February 7th, February 8th...

Nobushige's eyes stayed on a certain date for a moment longer.

Hui Yuan Ai asked doubtfully: "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

"No, I just feel that my days have been too tidy recently."

"Is it neat?" Haiyuan Ai came over and looked at it carefully for a long time, "It seems like it has always been like this."

"After February 8th, it will be August 19th. It's good, it's normal again." Nobuhiro nodded with satisfaction and decided to go back to the bedroom to change into winter clothes immediately.

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

Sure enough, when Nobushige went out today, he discovered that the branches of the street trees on the streets of Tokyo that were still green yesterday had become bare at some point, and even green shoots had sprouted.

Lufeng Music Classroom——

Azusa Enomoto was cleaning the frost that had condensed on the glass. When she saw Nobutushige, she greeted her very warmly: "Good morning Mr. Asano! Mr. Amuro brought oyster wakame miso soup today and put it on the table. He asked me to remind him You drink it while it’s hot.”

"Where is Amuro-kun?" Nobushige asked as he stepped into the door of the music classroom.

"Mr. Amuro just took a call and left. There might be something urgent.

"By the way." Azusa Enomoto said, "Officer Megure 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 will have to trouble you."

Nobuhiro was a little surprised: "I didn't expect that Officer Megure would be free to come to class."

Although Officer Memu believes that the music appreciation class at Lufeng Music Classroom can effectively relieve work stress, the nature and intensity of the work of a criminal police officer dooms him to be unable to spare time for rest.

"You don't know, brother Asano." It really means that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived. As soon as Nobumangi finished his words, Officer Megure's familiar voice immediately sounded, "We have been quite leisurely recently. Director Matsumoto was still there during the meeting yesterday. He said that we should regard this month as the legal publicity month and do a good job in popularizing the law."

Nobuhiro asked curiously: "Are there no cases that need to be investigated recently?"

"No." When he mentioned this, Officer Megure smiled so happily that the wrinkles on his face gathered together. "Tokyo has been very peaceful during this period, and the crime rate has dropped a lot!"

Xinfan thought for a moment and suddenly realized: "That's right. Conan has gone home and won't have much chance to wander around with Mr. Mori and the young detective team."

"What?" Officer Megure was confused, "Are you talking about Conan?"

"Ah, no. What I said was, 'This is fine.'" Nobuhiro showed the most sincere smile.