Chapter 1109 It’s Not Easy to Be a Broker

Late at night, the moonlight shines through the window and quietly shines on the bed.

The girl was trapped in a soft pink duvet, with only her little head exposed.

Under the moonlight, the girl's fine eyelashes suddenly moved, and then she opened her big, clear eyes.

"Hiroki." Haihara Ai called to the empty room, "Is my brother asleep?"

The screen of her mobile phone on the bedside table lit up, and Hiroki's voice came: "Judging from the fluctuations in the brain signal, brother Jingguang has fallen asleep, and he is still asleep."

"That's good." Hui Yuarai breathed a sigh of relief and quickly lifted the quilt and got up.

Under the quilt, Haihara Ai was wearing a black night suit, which was very cool.

She took Hiroki and quietly left the bedroom and walked downstairs.

Every time she walked, she would stop and listen carefully to what was going on in her brother's room, making sure that she was not discovered before she dared to continue.

Because he was too cautious, it took Hui Yuan Ai twenty minutes to escape home successfully.

At the door of Asano's house, Haihara Ai sighed heavily: "It's okay, okay, but my brother should wake up easily. He always sleeps very lightly."

"Of course. As an agent, if you are not careful, you will die without knowing it."

Haihara Ai said seriously: "That's why I said that I would add sleeping pills to his dinner. I am a professional and can control the dosage so that it will not cause damage to his body."

Hong Shumo: "..."

Drugged public security police officer Zhu Fu Jingguang and organization leader Mescal?

Sister, are you really serious? Are you really serious?

Haibara Ai took Hiroki into a taxi. Her destination was a biological research institute on the outskirts of Tokyo - of course, it was abandoned.

As the former chief researcher of the Organization Research Group, Haibara Ai is already familiar with the layout here.

The institute was abandoned shortly after she escaped from the organization, but she was certain that the organization would not be able to transfer all the data.

"By the way, how many research institutes have you abandoned?" Hiroki couldn't help complaining, "It's such a waste, it's simply a waste of money!"

Haihara Ai corrected him seriously: "Please don't use 'you' to refer to the organization. I am no longer a member of the organization, and I am qualitatively different from them."

Hongshu was helpless: "Hey, whatever you say is what it is. But Xiao Ai, have you ever considered a question? What if, I mean what if, what if our actions tonight are discovered by your brother, he will How to do it?"

Hui Yuan Ai froze, paralyzing himself and saying, "It won't be discovered."

"You are his sister, so there will probably be no problem. But what about me?" Hiroki was about to burst into tears, "Will I be directly obliterated by him?"

"How could it be?" Hui Yuan Ai comforted him, "You are my brother's assistant, and he still needs your help to do many things."

"I've watched a lot of movies about artificial intelligence recently when I'm free, and those AIs basically don't have a happy ending." Hiroki trembled, trying to persuade Haihara Ai to give up, "How about we go back? Can we still explain it when we go back now? Say you can’t sleep at night and go shopping.”

"No!" Hui Yuan Ai denied without hesitation.

Hiroki suddenly felt bitter.

Haihara Ai said seriously: "I can't let my brother know that I want to use myself for experiments. He will never agree, so I can only find ways to obtain this information myself."

"But……"

"Shh." Haiyuan Ai interrupted him, "We have entered the management scope of the research institute, be careful."

…

Nobushige never imagined that Haibara Ai would be so bold, just like he never imagined that Hiroki would let such behavior go unchecked or even become an accomplice.

The next day, when he saw Haibara Ai who had obviously not slept all night, Nobuhiro thought she had stayed up all night doing experiments again.

Mori Detective Agency——

Nobuhiro was sitting on the sofa with a laptop in front of him, and the information of two people was displayed on the screen. Mouri Kogoro was watching TV and reading the newspaper. In short, the only two migrant workers in the office are unemployed.

"What!" Mouri Kogoro said angrily, "This No. 9 is too bad. He can't even make it into the top three. He even dared to say something to confuse us before the game!"

Nobuhiro's eyes fell on a name and he fell into deep thought.

Hagiwara Chisuke, might she know something?

"Hey! Asano!" Mouri Kogoro suddenly appeared behind Nobushige, "What are you looking at?"

He looked at Nobuhiro's computer and found that there was only one file on it, which recorded the latest commission information.

Seeing this, Mouri Kogoro was immediately discouraged: "What? You're so fascinated by the commission information. I thought you were looking at pictures of beautiful women."

After Mouri Kogoro left, Nobushige switched the interface to the information of Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei.

"Did you lose again in your horse betting?" Nobuhiro asked.

Mouri Kogoro's face froze: "How can you say 'again'? I only lost this time this week!"

"But today is Monday." Nobuhiro said expressionlessly.

"..."

The well-dressed anchor on the TV is reporting: "Next week will usher in the annual Suzuki Express train departure ceremony. This station is fortunate to interview the Suzuki Consortium..."

Mouri Kogoro's attention was immediately attracted to the beautiful anchor in the news.

"Ah, the Suzuki Express train is about to leave again." Mouri Kogoro daydreamed happily, "I heard that the train completely imitates the style of the last century, and is similar to the Western Express."

"It's Orient Express, "Murder on the Orient Express" by Agatha Christie." Nobushige corrected helplessly, "As a detective, you should at least get to know the master of mystery literature a little bit, right?"

Mouri Kogoro said indifferently: "Anyway, I don't rely on detective novels for reasoning, so it doesn't matter."

Nobushige nodded in agreement.

Also, Uncle Maori has always relied on plug-ins to reason, and his plug-in is also a loyal fan of Conan Doyle.

"Alas." The uncle sighed, "I wish I could take the Suzuki express train once. The decoration on it must be very gorgeous."

When he said that, his eyes kept drifting towards Xinfan.

Nobushige knew what he meant, but he pretended not to understand: "Ask Miss Sonoko. She is the second lady of the Suzuki Consortium. She should be able to buy internal tickets."

"It's not good to bother her all the time..."

"Anyway, the firm has no money recently." Nobutushige placed the account book in front of Mori Kogoro, "Because you did not receive the commission this month, the firm has already experienced a deficit. If this continues, we will probably declare bankruptcy soon. "

"Wait a minute, don't you have other industries?"

"You mean the music classroom?" Nobuhiro asked with a smile.

Mouri Kogoro thought of his neighbor downstairs who was in poor business, and silently took back what he was about to say.

Forget it, it's not easy for him as an agent.