Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 137 Thank you, my dear friend
The platinum blonde hair is very conspicuous, it is silver white, it doesn't show that the hair is long, but it makes the hair look messy.

Mirai Ichijo frowned, then changed back to red. After looking at it carefully for a moment, he still felt that it was a bit slender visually. At a glance, it looked like a woman.

He frowned, tugged at the ends of his hair, and pondered, "Can I just pull it out?"

And really tried to pick it up.

There is no way. Without scissors and daggers, if you want to modify the length of your hair, you can only try to cut it out.

But it hurts a little.

In this new point in time, Mirai Ichijo has yet to take his painkillers. He reluctantly gives up and returns his hair to platinum blonde. "Okay."

Just be white, it's obviously a male.

After confirming his hair, he uncomfortably rubbed his white fluffy hair, reached out to brush away the broken hair on his right forehead, checked briefly for a few seconds, and nodded solemnly, "Okay, there is no circular logo on the android." thing."

"Actually, I wanted to complain when I first entered the game, but I just had to pretend that I didn't notice anything strange, so I kept putting up with it."

Mirai Ichijo complained: "This game is really awesome."

system:[……]
It displays this string of ellipses.

Mirai Ichijo pretended not to see it. He tried to comb his somewhat long hair, but soon gave up decisively when he found that the longer he combed his wolf tail hair, the longer he combed it. Instead, he went to explore his own situation.

He is now wearing a baseball uniform. The sportswear is very good. There are many pockets all over the body. Each pocket can hold a lot of things, but there is a problem: the pockets are clean and there is nothing.

No cash, no identification, no guns and ammunition, not even a nail clipper, so clean that you could be called a Sanhao citizen.

The phone was also clean, except for a police liaison officer who had just sent a text message. Other than that, even the Internet access records were clean. The sticky note software was blank, and no card numbers or passwords were recorded.

"...OK."

Mirai Ichijo didn't think about it for the time being, whether the Neon Police was really not a thing, or whether cash and other materials would disappear automatically after staying on him for more than 5 minutes.

He directly identified it as the former.

And immediately opened the system's enemy interface to check, intending to hold a grudge.

It's a pity that no new member has been added to the enemy interface, but the enemy's status has been updated.

[Gin | Health | Very happy mood | Three stars].

[Rum | Health | Very happy mood | Three stars].

'In a very happy mood'.

When Mirai Ichijo was in the [Police Academy], Gin was still in a 'good mood', but now he was in a 'very' mood.

why?
He smiled and took a few more glances, remembering it deeply before opening the friends interface and found that Calvados, who was not on the enemy list, had also updated his status:
[Calvados | Health | Upset | Three stars].

Huh, 'upset'?
"This lady who is stuck with too many words really loves me," Ichijo Mirai was deeply moved, "I left Tokyo and I couldn't harm her in the short term. She was not in a very happy mood like Gin, but terribly upset."

"You must be missing me, right?"

Moving!

"As expected, he is indeed an Inubi. He is just different from the cold and heartless guy who doesn't like to smile by nature."

And look down again.

Almost all the status of the friend list has been refreshed, including of course some classmates from the police academy. However, unlike Gin's obvious excitement and joy, their status is a bit strange:
[Zhu Fu Jingguang | Tired | Overthinking | Four stars].

[Hagihara Kenji｜Sub-health｜Loseness｜Three stars]
[Jianggu Zero｜The injury has not healed｜Upset｜Three stars].

[Idahang｜Sub-health｜Depressed mood｜Three stars].

Although the above is a bit strange, it is still understandable, and there are also some that are incomprehensible:

[Matsuda Jinpei｜Minor injury｜Depressed mood｜Four stars].

This is just the state for one second. The next second, the state is refreshed and changed: [suffocating the heart].

The next second: [sullen].

The next second: [On the verge of despair].

The next second: [Faith collapse].

The status continued here for a few minutes before refreshing again: [Confused].

Mirai Ichijo: "???" He stared at Matsuda Jinpei's state, a little confused, "Matsuda-san... is there something on your mind?"

It’s so weird. If you look at it again, it’s still weird. If you look at it again, it’s even weirder.

Forget it, the serious police officer who is about to go to the Metropolitan Police Department is not someone he can look at more.

Ichijo Mirai was worried that if he looked at it a few more times, he would follow the sad human nature of "If I have a hard time, you must have an even worse life." He immediately sent a message to the contact person, launched a military campaign, and dragged people into the water one by one by the God of Death.

He pretended that he didn't see the irrelevant friend prompt, and rubbed his hair uncomfortably, and touched his forehead with his fingers, "Well, it doesn't really look like it. At least I don't have the bionic symbol on my forehead. thing."

Although there is an almost red mole-like mark on the back of my neck.

"I am different from the androids. I have an excessive amount of kindness, a high sense of morality, a charisma that makes people trust me at first sight, and a valuable spirit that never gives up on my companions."

While talking nonsense, Ichijo Mirai picked up his phone, left the white bathroom, and discovered that there was an airport outside.

There were people coming and going at the airport. As soon as he glanced at it, he was still talking nonsense, "It's never illegal."

And he continued, "I have to find a way to make friends."

You have to find a way to find a place to stay and a cute wallet to solve the most instinctive needs of human beings.

Then solve the task of having in-depth contact with the FBI and even becoming an FBI investigator.

Bad news: The police want him to deal with the pesky FBI.

Good news: The police don't ask for any specific traffic laws.

hey.

"I will be very polite," Ichimi Mirai explained in advance. He looked around the airport and his eyes flickered, "There are a lot of staff."

Gray hair is significantly attractive.

The most obvious thing is that as long as the surrounding staff notice a future, they will continue to look at it vaguely for the next time.

The same goes for passers-by.

There were too many people paying attention to their hair. Mirai Ichijo frowned, "You can't do it at the airport."

Otherwise it will be discovered in a very short time.

A future with enough experience can even estimate the time roughly: 5 minutes.

He pondered for a moment and regretted giving up, "Well, we can only use the old method."

"I spent some time in New York before, and although this city has all kinds of things that make ordinary citizens dissatisfied, I'm quite satisfied."

"What I am most satisfied with is the 'buffet'."

The so-called buffet is: "Let me organize the children's words. Yes, from now on, I will be the child who made an appointment with a friend I have known online for a long time. I rushed here with full expectations, but found that my friend failed to make the appointment." ."

A future adds a key message, "Seven years old."

He quickly edited a message that looked like a child opening a three-no account and complained morosely, posted it online, and waited patiently.

Not long after, the phone vibrated.

One person posted something along the lines of 'wow you are so pathetic, are you in xxx?It just so happens that I'm nearby too. Do you want us to get acquainted?Your friend doesn’t want to see you, but I am willing to see you. From now on, we are friends! 'comment of.

The other party told him his age: ten years old.

Ichigo Mirai glanced at the messages he posted and received responses from, "Half an hour."

He rolled his neck casually, "Okay, as expected, it's still the New York I love. Due to historical reasons, I can never refuse children. There are often buffets that are fooled."

He responded cordially and asked the other party to pick him up at the airport.

after an hour.

Ichimirai hugged a blond Mr. Inuo in his 30s intimately and skillfully pushed him into the car, "Okay, I found my car."

"Take me back to my safe house."

"Thank you," he said politely, "my dear friend."

(End of this chapter)