Jing Baiye left Shimizu Reiko her C-card mobile phone number and almost ran away from her home.
He didn't know whether it was the influence of the [Bad Woman's Outfit] or the experience pressure exerted on her by Bellmode, but he always felt that the look in Reiko Shimizu's eyes when she looked at him was more fanatical than Cognac or FBI Hoover who had committed suicide.
He left the apartment, used his skills to remove the traces he left, and returned to his true form to find Belmod.
"Going to Ekoda Town next?"
Jing Baiye sat in the passenger seat and asked Belmode, who had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Well, before leaving in the morning, I made an appointment with Chikage to meet at 12:30 and take you and Kaito to the shopping street to buy clothes. She is going to the United States the day after tomorrow and wants to buy something for Kaito before departure."
Jing Baiye glanced at the electronic clock and saw that it was less than an hour before the appointed time.
"I heard from Qianying that you gave their family a robot?" Belmod suddenly changed the subject.
Jing Baiye did not deny it: "I gave it to them a few weeks ago. Their home was broken into by unknown persons."
Originally, he called for surveillance, but it turned out that there was no street surveillance near Kuroba's house. Without electronic equipment that could be hacked, no matter how powerful the hacking skills were, it would be useless.
"Kaito will be living alone soon. He is only twelve years old and has no strength, and I can't be around to take care of him. If someone from the zoo organization or other thieves and robbers want to attack him, that robot can protect him.
"
Hearing this, Belmod narrowed his eyes.
Jing Baiye was very familiar with her actions, which meant that she was suspicious of something. Sure enough, he heard her say——
"She told me the date. I remember that time..." She looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze: "The Scotch whiskey is in Ekoda Town?"
"He was there investigating xyz cocktails - the undercover agent of the zoo organization."
Jing Baiye heard the implication of her words and tried to dispel her doubts about him.
"Oh?" Belmode blinked, and his tone was pretending to be sad: "Angstra, are you worried that I will find trouble with him? You will abandon me after you have a new guardian?"
Jing Baiye was stunned for a moment. He knew clearly that Bermod was acting, but his conscience still ached.
Among the three non-undercover men who stayed with him, Scotland was the first to come to him, and he was also the one who treated him best before Amuro Tohru was injured. He liked the kind of meticulous and gentle care.
Therefore, he did not want any conflict between Belmode and Scotland to cause him to be caught in the middle.
In particular, Belmode's attacks were more severe. Although she was careful not to hit them in the face, she left other serious physical and mental trauma.
"I'm not Ginjiu, so I don't want to be suspicious." Jing Baiye said softly.
Blind doubt will affect feelings. Once a crack occurs, no matter how hard you try, it will never be restored.
Belmod looked at him, suddenly sighed, stretched out his hand and placed it on his head.
"I know that you are a good and affectionate child who will cherish the people around you."
She stroked his head again and again as she did when she first brought him into the organization: "But the organization is not like the outside world. It's not that you can't give your feelings. It's that you need to be more careful and careful when giving, otherwise you will be hurt.
"
"...You don't want Pan Nuo's incident to happen again, right?"
Upon hearing that code name, Jing Baiye's hands curled up uncontrollably.
Belmode saw his reaction in her eyes and asked gently: "Angstra, answer me honestly..."
"Do you regret killing him?"
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In the hospital, Fuudo Kyosuke examined Rei Fukoutani again.
From the time Jiang Gulii was hospitalized, he would do physical examinations for him every day and ask about his situation very seriously and carefully.
This made the two undercover police officers feel very complicated. This doctor from the organization was actually more patient and responsible than many doctors in the police hospital, and he also had a very good temper.
Except for the organizational and spiritual issues of Jiang Guling, he did not ask any questions about other aspects.
"There's no problem, keep practicing well."
After finishing the inspection, Fuudo Kyosuke asked the nurse behind him for a board, wrote down a few points on the nursing records and reminders on it, and gave it to Morofushi Kagemitsu.
"Mr. Amuro is physically strong and will recover faster than ordinary people. According to my prediction, he will be able to try to go to the ground alone after 2 months and regain basic mobility after 3 months."
Zhu Fu Jingguang took the board and nodded: "Thank you, doctor."
"You're welcome, this is what I should do."
Futo Kyosuke stood up with a smile and left with the nurse.
The door of the ward closed, and the room became quiet. Zhu Fu Jingguang sat down again, handed the board to Jiang Guling, and asked him to read the nursing records on it.
"The doctor's advice is to rehabilitate for more than one month... If everything goes well, you can be discharged from the hospital in October."
Zhufu Jingguang did not doubt Futo Kyousuke's judgment. As an undercover agent, he himself also had a certain knowledge of rehabilitation medicine.
These days, he has seen nurses giving Jianggu zero-use medicines. Many of them are very expensive imported medicines. Some of them are not currently available in the Japanese market. They may be smuggled into the country by organized organizations.
Fang Gu Ling looked at the record, which recorded his situation in the past few days item by item.
He knew how badly he was injured, and what concerned him most was his external injuries.
——His trauma is almost healed.
Jiang Guling was very surprised by the result, and even felt a little scared.
The explosion was very powerful, as can be seen from his multiple fractures and organ damage. Moreover, when a person faces the explosion, the most serious trauma is the trauma. Large area burns on the skin can easily cause post-injury infection. With the current medical level,
No matter how good his physique is, nothing can be saved.
But the examination results showed that his trauma was almost healed.
He thought that Zhu Fu Jingguang had said that Angstra had given him medicine to treat trauma, and that it might have been a medicine developed within the organization.
If I had known better, I would have asked Hiro to draw a tube of his blood the day after I woke up and secretly sent it to the police for testing. Maybe some ingredients could be found...
Jianggu Ling feels a little regretful.
Being able to be discharged from the hospital in October is much better than he expected, and he will have nearly 2 months to complete the code assessment.
Zhu Fu Jingguang was about to pick up the textbook Angstra gave him and read it when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jiang Gu Ling frowning slightly.
"Don't think so much and have a good rest." He advised.
Fang Gu Ling looked at him, because there were only two of them in the ward, so he didn't have to work so hard to pretend: "But just lying like this is boring."
"Then I'll turn on the TV for you?"
"No, just read your book and leave me alone."
Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his head again, his eyes falling on the textbook in his hand.
The way he looked now reminded him of his carefree student days. Once when Zero was sick, he went to his house to take care of the homework assigned by the teacher, and stayed by his bed to read quietly.
Angstra says this is just the basics.
Maybe his mind is at a different level from that of the child prodigy who was admitted to MIT at the age of 9. He had good academic performance back then, but I really don't think his foundation is there.
Zhu Fu Jingguang sighed when he thought of his junior boss patting him on the shoulder and saying he could send an email to ask if he didn't understand.
He believed that if he asked, Angstra would indeed answer patiently; he himself was not pedantic and would refuse to ask questions to someone so much younger than him, but...
As long as he thought of the difficulty Angstra described at that time - a child learning to count by breaking his fingers - he couldn't speak...