Conan: I'm really not the mastermind behind the scenes

The other two people present had no idea how Zhu Fu Jingguang felt at the moment.

Mark Spencer maintained a cold expression, and after a few seconds, he turned his eyes away from Zhu Fujingguang.

"I'm not sure. I was managing tens of thousands of soldiers at the time, so it's impossible for me to remember all their friendships. Maybe you can ask his instructor. I remember that guy is also in Japan now."

This answer was within Zhu Fu Jingguang's expectations. After all, the higher up one is, the more subordinates one has. It was good enough that he still remembered Hunter.

The two most critical questions were answered. Zhu Fu Jingguang had no other questions for the time being. He looked at Qing Liu Bingguang beside him, and saw the FBI agent stand up.

"I don't have a problem anymore."

Aoyagi Hikari's smile disappeared from his face since he put down his teacup. He turned to Zhufu Jingguang and said, "Zhufu, do you have any questions?"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly stood up and said, "I don't have any more either."

"Dong dong."

Just as the two were about to leave, there was a knock on the door.

Mark Spencer looked at Aoyagi Akimitsu and Morobushi Kagemitsu and shouted to the outside: "Come in."

The door was quickly opened, and a tall and strong Asian man stood at the door with the car keys in his hand.

He noticed three people standing in the room and was visibly stunned.

Seeing that he seemed to be hesitant to speak, Mark Spencer frowned again in displeasure: "What happened?"

Zhu Fujingguang thought to himself that this was not a good thing. If they were going to report their internal affairs, it would be very awkward for him, a Japanese public security officer, to stay here.

He was about to say goodbye, at least he had to leave this room with too much beauty, but the tall man who was suspected to be the driver reported directly: "Mr. Spencer, there was a public protest in the nearby park, and the media also came and wanted to interview you."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned for a moment.

"Humph, those people come here every few days. They can't break into the base anyway, so just ignore them." Mark Spencer said in a cold tone.

"That's not good?"

Aoyagi Binguang suddenly spoke.

His words attracted the attention of the others present, and he met their gazes and added calmly:

"Many of the victims in this series of cases were American soldiers who had committed crimes. The wanted warrant for Hunter will be issued sooner or later. As a military advisor who once managed them, you should at least accept an interview with the local media to appease people and express friendship, right?"

The atmosphere on the scene became subtle.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was the first to come back to his senses. He looked at Qingliu Bingguang with a complicated look.

He knew what Aoyagi Binkou meant by saying this.

No matter how dissatisfied and disgusted most Japanese people are with the US military, the upper echelons absolutely do not want to tear their faces apart. Even if those soldiers commit crimes locally, they have to endure it, and sometimes even take the initiative to help conceal it.

But this time the situation is special, the suspect is an American, the victims are mostly Americans (only two dead and one injured are Japanese), including a senior diplomat. It is reasonable and reasonable to express an attitude when such a big fuss is made on the territory of another country.

...Even if many senior American officials do not take Japan seriously, they should step forward in order not to disappoint other allies.

Mark Spencer seemed to be thinking of the same thing, and his face looked grim.

The driver on the side looked at him cautiously, his eyes silently asking "Are you going out for an interview?" He came back to his senses after receiving this look, coughed lightly, and raised his hand to straighten his patterned tie.

However, although he immediately tidied his appearance, he did not agree right away.

"Once the case is over, I will accept an interview with the Japanese media."

While he was drawing big pictures, he stared at Aoyagi Binguang, his expression returned to its previous seriousness, and his tone still contained the disciplinary tone that only elders could use to younger people, or superiors to inferiors.

"I will do my job well, and you should also remember your current identity, Binguang. Don't be willful anymore. Today is the last time."

Aoyagi Binguang blinked, and a smile appeared on his handsome face again.

"I know." He said softly, "I promise you, it won't happen again."

"........."

Zhu Fu Jingguang watched them silently without interrupting them. Although he knew that they were talking about matters involving relations between the two countries, which were theoretically within the scope of public security work, the subtle atmosphere at the scene made him choose to remain silent.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's gaze shifted slightly. He no longer looked at the three Americans beside him, nor did he look at the bookshelf, but looked at the desk not far away.

He sat down as soon as he came in just now and didn't see clearly. Now, with the advantage of standing up, he finally saw what was on the table.

It was a Go board with black and white pieces on it.

……

After finishing the questioning, the two left the office and entered the elevator.

Watching Qingliu Bingguang press the elevator button and the car slowly descending, Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly wanted to talk to him.

The FBI agent in front of him was a diplomat, not one of those troublesome senior officials. Neither his status nor his age made people feel too restrained, especially since his attitude was quite friendly.

"Do you have something to ask me?"

Aoyagi Binkou noticed his expression and spoke in advance.

"You were..." Zhu Fujingguang noticed Qing Liu Bingguang's expression and asked tentatively, "You were going to military school?"

“Almost.”

Aoyagi Binguang's tone and expression were natural. He was not offended by the question and took the initiative to add: "It's just that I don't like those troublesome regulations, so I didn't go."

"Troublesome rules?"

Zhu Fujingguang thought about the school rules of several famous military academies in the United States. From his point of view, they were all normal and there was nothing unacceptable.

"Yeah." Qing Liu Bingguang casually pointed at his hair. "Male - I mean male freshmen have to shave their heads and are not allowed to have long hair, so I don't want to go."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

He actually doesn’t want to go to military school just because of his hairstyle... What the consultant just said is right, this is indeed a bit willful.

"You have such long hair and you don't tie it up, won't it cause trouble at work?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked curiously.

This question is a bit personal, but it really bothered him for a long time.

Not to mention women, most men, especially those who work in dangerous jobs (police, soldiers, gangsters, etc.) and often have to engage in high-intensity physical activities, have neat short hair.

It was not until he entered the organization that he realized that some men also had such inconvenient hair.

One is Lei, and the other is...

As soon as a dangerous code name came to his mind, Zhu Fu Jingguang saw Qing Liu Bingguang smiling at him.

——Suddenly, a strange feeling swept through Zhu Fu Jingguang's heart again.

"It was very troublesome at first. When it first grew long, I wanted to cut it off more than once."

Qing Liu Bingguang smiled lightly: "But over time, this long hair has become my symbol, and I am reluctant to touch it."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was just immersed in that indistinguishable strange feeling. Before he could figure it out, he heard Qing Liu Bingguang's next words.

The FBI agent had a smile on his face as he spoke, and his tone became gentle, as if he was immersed in some distant memory.

At this time, the elevator arrived at the first floor, and Zhu Fu Jingguang followed Qing Liu Bingguang to leave the building.

As soon as they went out, they saw a truck parked next to the building that they had not seen before they came. Zhu Fu Jingguang thought of yesterday's case and suddenly became alert.

Aoyagi Binkou, who was walking in front of him, walked past him as if he didn't see anything.

"It's fine."

Seeing that he was hesitant, Qing Liubinguang turned around and explained to him, "These are the things that Mark will use for his personal banquet in a few days. His bodyguard just came down to check. The bodyguard used to be a battlefield bomb disposal soldier, so there will be no mistake."

As a Japanese public security officer, Zhu Fushiki Jingguang would not ask too many questions or interfere in what an American military adviser bought, what activities he held, or who was around him, even if the answers were posted right in front of him.

He nodded silently and stopped talking. (End of this chapter)