Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

"fine."

Aoyagi Bingguang smiled politely and turned to look at the tallest building in the base.

"Let's hurry up. I called him last night and told him we would visit today."

……

Ten floors.

The sun was shining brightly in the morning, shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The consultant's office had a good orientation, facing the port, and a cross-sea bridge could be seen in the distance.

As the case was quite serious, after the black tea was served, the two visitors did not exchange too many pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"Mr. Spencer, the Japanese police and the FBI have already identified the suspect. We are here today to ask you a few questions."

Zhu Fu Jingguang sat on the sofa in a proper manner, with his back straight. Since Aoyagi Akimitsu had said when he came up that this consultant was used to speaking Japanese during his time in Japan, he used his native language to communicate.

Al Qaeda consultant Mark Spencer stood in front of the French window with his hands behind his back, listening to their purpose. Without turning his head, he asked, "Since you came to me, is the suspect an American?"

"Yes."

Aoyagi Binkou took over the conversation. Compared with Zhufu Jingkou next to him, his sitting posture seemed much more casual, with one arm resting on the armrest of the sofa and his chin lazily supported.

He briefly recounted yesterday's intelligence meeting, and then added: "Timothy Hunt, a former Navy SEAL sniper. His wanted warrant should have been issued immediately after the meeting, but some people felt embarrassed and did not agree, resulting in the media and the public not knowing about it for the time being. This issue is still under negotiation."

"We want to know if you have had any contact with Hunter recently?"

Mark Spencer turned around and looked at Aoyagi Akimitsu and answered bluntly: "No."

Zhu Fu Jingguang had already heard the problem by then.

The consultant obviously knew Hunter - if one did not know him or had no deep impression of him, the normal person's first reaction upon hearing the name would be "Who is he? What does he look like?" to confirm their memory rather than directly denying it.

Considering that it was the US Embassy that was bombed, he did not immediately doubt the other party's position, but instead asked a question in a tactful way:

"Mr. Spencer, are you familiar with Hunter's past?"

Hearing this question, Mark Spencer uttered a clear cold snort.

"He violated the rules of war and was stripped of the Silver Star for that." He spoke coldly, his voice full of contempt. "I was very optimistic about him at the time. I even applied for that medal for him. But he did that on the battlefield."

Zhu Fu Jingguang heard his unhappiness, but did not ask any further questions and fell silent for a while.

After all, this is a US military base. Even though the police can investigate and inquire at will in other places and become legal outlaws in the eyes of the citizens, they must be careful in what they say and do here.

However, Aoyagi Binkou beside him did not have such concerns.

The FBI agent who had just pointed out the delay in the wanted order picked up the milk and slowly poured it into the black tea in front of him. He also whispered to Zhu Fujingguang, and after getting permission, poured the other portion in.

Qing Liu Bingguang picked up the cup and took a sip slowly, then suddenly said:

"I heard that after Hunter was stripped of his Silver Star and returned to the Middle East battlefield from the United States, he went to you to seek justice. Is this true?"

"That's exactly what happened."

Mark Spencer looked at Qing Liu Bingguang with an obscure expression: "He even broke into my command room directly. I was receiving an important guest at the time, so I drove him away."

“…Oh? I see.”

Aoyagi Binguang suddenly put the cup back on the table, and the sound of it hitting the room was so loud. Because he only took a sip, the half-full cup of tea almost spilled out.

Zhu Fu Jingguang noticed that Qing Liu Bingguang's mood became bad, and looked at him with some confusion.

"You're still like this."

Mark Spencer obviously heard the dissatisfaction in that blow and began to lecture him:

"When talking to you normally, you always get angry for no reason. Others don't know how to provoke you. You have made no progress since you were a child... He really should have put you in a military school and let you hone your skills on the battlefield..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang listened to this lecture and saw that Qingliu Bingguang's face was visibly getting worse, so he began to smooth things over and tried to change the subject.

"Mr. Spencer, are you aware of Hunter's interpersonal relationships? For example, are there some soldiers in this base who also participated in that war and might be able to assist him?"

Mark Spencer stopped criticizing and looked at Zhu Fujingguang with a frown.

Zhu Fu Jingguang felt a sudden chill on his back.

This was the first time the consultant had looked him in the eye since they had entered the room...but for some reason, he felt as if the other person was particularly rejecting him, and that look made him very uncomfortable.

Chapter 309: Darkness and Darkness in the Bureau (Part )

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 looked at them silently without interrupting the whole time.

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, a certain 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.