...God has such a great memory, it’s because he doesn’t have those memories at all.

Zuo Ye curled his lips inwardly and said casually: "It's just that I got up too early, and there have been a lot of things lately, so it's inevitable that I'll be a little confused."

"This is no longer the level of confusion."

Haihara Ai spoke up again: "Doctor, maybe you can ask him more details to see how much his memory has been affected."

Gee, why is this damn girl talking so secretly?

Sano smacked his tongue, but Futo Kyosuke obviously agreed with Haibara Ai's statement. He turned around and took out another watch and gave it to Sano.

"Let's first write down everything that happened in the past few days."

Sano took the form and felt a little more relaxed after hearing Futo Kyousuke's request. Fortunately, he didn't continue to ask about the original person's related experiences.

Then the problem shouldn't be too big.

After a while of busy work, Sano wrote down all his life experiences in the past week.

Of course, most of them were fabricated, especially those related to the organization, which Sano replaced by "sleeping at home".

Anyway, no one else knew when Sano was performing organizational tasks. This statement is simple and crude. Even if he is questioned carefully, there will be nothing wrong.

After all, Futo Kyosuke didn’t know much about Sano’s daily life, so he handed the form to the medical team to see if there was anything wrong.

Then Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko hesitantly asked a question.

"Senior, there seems to be something wrong with you..."

"What?"

Sano didn't expect that the problem would be pointed out, so he looked over it with some surprise - if there was really a problem with this table, it would be the part of the organizational tasks that had been replaced.

But this is also a place that is absolutely impossible to point out.

Mao Lilan turned the form, faced Sano, pointed to the "make-up exam" in Thursday's column and said: "We were in class the day before yesterday, how could it be a make-up exam?"

Sano frowned, took the form and read it.

The first column of the form is naturally today, which is Saturday, and yesterday was Friday. Sano wrote that he was helping Conan deal with the counterfeit money gang, and the day before yesterday was a sniper mission. Apart from making up the exam, of course he just wrote that he would sleep at home.

...is there any problem with this?

Today, yesterday and the day before yesterday, isn't that what happened in these three days? What's wrong...

Sano's expression suddenly froze, and he silently turned over the calendar on the table.

Today is November 3rd, Saturday, and yesterday was November 2nd, Friday. All of this is fine, but the day before yesterday was... June 8th, Saturday.

...I'm crazy.

Sano seemed to have found the problem.

The chronological order of this table is actually arranged according to normal rules!

How could this coincide with the development of Ke Xue's timeline?

Before Sano could come up with an excuse, Fudo Kyosuke suddenly took the calendar out of his hand and asked seriously: "Sano, answer me a question."

"The day before yesterday, that is, the day before your make-up exam, what is the date of the month and what day of the week is it?"
Chapter completed!