Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 144

There are unclean places in all walks of life. The FBI is so dirty that everyone knows that it is very reasonable to have some criminal consultants who are not public.

Make a crime first and then become an FBI, a crime consultant.

If you do the FBI first and then commit the crime, then you are a serious FBI agent.

Of course, the premise is that you haven't committed anything too big, you have a backing, and you haven't offended anyone with a bigger backing.

When there is speculation that "there is a guy who is suspected of being a fugitive and seems to be a dirty criminal consultant", it means that the case that has not been filed at all has come to an end.

The reason given by the top FBI officials is very strong: before the case of six consecutive deaths is over, all personnel must be responsible for the name of the FBI. Everything is based on solving the case. Other minor and insignificant cases can be put aside for the time being. .

So things changed.

This is the first time FBI investigators have had an impression of a future.

A lively and joyful night is enough to cover up any unpleasant Halloween.

The second time I left an impression was on Thanksgiving Day.

Thanksgiving is a day to reunite with her family, which has nothing to do with Judy. She went to work calmly as usual, and received a call from the investigator at two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Hey, Miss Judy," the investigator's voice was low, "I saw the 'criminal consultant' who showed up at the apartment."

"He's on Fifth Avenue!"

"With, with a wanted criminal."

"Looks like,"

Judy could tell that the investigator was trying hard to describe the scene in a calm tone, but he couldn't quite calm down, so he spoke a little stutteringly, "Shopping?"

"Well, it sounds like an April Fool's Day lie, but I swear, it's absolutely true. The 'criminal consultant' is picking out clothes, and the wanted criminal is following behind, taking the clothes diligently."

"Actually, I don't quite recognize him," the investigator said in a whisper, sincerely, "That one seems to be a wanted criminal, it seems to be James."

"—Yes, that's the highway robber James."

"The bastard who stole money and killed people randomly. He has been wanted for more than three months and there is no trace of him yet. He occasionally shows up to block roads and rob someone!"

He was still young. He had just joined the FBI and had not yet learned how to disguise his emotions. His voice was a little more angry and louder. After he reacted, he immediately lowered it, "But, uh, but he...his face turned out to be... It’s not hurt, right?”

"At least when the victim of the last robbery described it, his face was uninjured, right?"

"Right now, he has a slight injury on his head. One of his eyes is swollen. I don't know if he is blind or just unable to open it temporarily. It is red, purple, blue and black. There is a scratch on the right side of his face. The wound is very large, and it doesn't look like a dagger. It's scratched, like it was cut on the corner of a table or something like that."

"But it's sewn up."

"...It seems to be ordinary needlework."

"...It should be just ordinary needlework. He used the bag to cover his face, but when he responded to the 'criminal consultant', he would bring the bag and show a flattering smile."

The more carefully he looked at the description, the more staggered and confused the investigator became, "His leg seemed to be injured, and he was limping when he walked quickly."

"Uh, I don't know how to put it, it's just, well, when I first saw it, I felt that guy was a bastard who escaped from our hands. Now,"

"Now,"

He was silent.

Judy: "..."

This investigator was involved in the interrogation of the blond Inuichi and was responsible for recording the confession. He also had contact with Shuichi Akai during his work, so he was deeply impressed.

After a brief silence, she corrected first, "Not a 'criminal consultant.'"

Not officially certified.

Recently, Judy heard that her boss had several quarrels with people from other departments, both at work and after work, but she just couldn't find out any information about this 'criminal consultant''s background and personality. .

I only found out that no important criminals from any prison have escaped recently.The tone is really tight.

Sometimes the calls would be recorded and monitored by someone, so Judy could only maintain a tight tone, insisting whether she believed it or not that the other party was definitely not a criminal consultant.

However, "You described it in great detail, I heard it."

The next words were: "Run!"

The description is so detailed, you must have been observing carefully?
The guy being observed is not a fool! ! !
The investigator reacted for a moment, realizing the importance of the question and the extent of his own stupidity, and his voice became urgent, "Okay!"

The next second, his urgent voice changed, "They are gone?!"

He immediately started the vehicle and said hurriedly: "I'm going to..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the rear compartment.

There were a few dull knocking sounds, followed by the sound of knocking on the rear window and the sound of stepping on snow at close range.

The sound passed through the mobile phone and reached Judy's ears. Her expression changed. She immediately dialed the phone on the desk to find out where the investigator was staying today. She also muted the sound on her side to prevent her voice from being transmitted. .

She heard a knock on the front window, and a male voice that didn't have the high-spiritedness of a road robbery, only a timid, vague and hesitant voice, "Hello,"

"Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

It was the voice of the highway robbery and murderer James. Some time ago, due to the bad nature of the case, a large part of the FBI knew his reputation and the general history of the case. Some FBI personnel involved in the investigation had even seen the car video and surveillance video and heard it. his voice.

Judy is one of them.

She remembered the arrogant criminal's condescending tone when he was unruly and contemptuous of the FBI, and she also heard his meek voice that could be called cowardly now, "Today is Thanksgiving, brother, it's snowing so heavily outside, why don't you go in?" You must be waiting for your wife in the car, right?"

"Haha, me too, I understand everything. It's too difficult to serve."

It sounded like he was trying to sound teasing and tacitly complaining.

But it was very stiff when I said it.

James seemed unaware and persisted: "It must be very cold with such heavy snow. Let's have a cup of coffee."

investigator:"……"

With a sullen face, Judy quickly explained over the phone the specific situation in which an FBI investigator was targeted by a criminal. At the same time, she heard the investigator take a deep breath and try to pretend that he did not recognize the criminal's answer.

"It's better not to," he said. "My wife doesn't like me drinking coffee."

The window wasn't even rolled down.

This attitude was really wary, but James understood. He stiffened his face and softened his tone, even pleading, "I know I look scary, and it's normal to be wary, but, uh,"

"But my master thinks you are working really hard and would like to buy you a cup of hot coffee. Please."

"You just need to open the car window a crack and I'll hand it in, or I can put it in front of the car and you can get out of the car and get it when I'm gone?"

"Really, please, 'knock first on the back compartment, then on the rear window, and finally on the front window, with a smile on your face, and gently hand a cup of coffee to the gentleman who worked hard on a snowy Thanksgiving Day', I will definitely have it done."

He smiled, but it didn't really sound like a smile at all. Instead, it looked like he was crying. Because of the bruises on his face and the big wounds, it was a bit scary.

"I will die. If you don't agree to my death, please," James begged, repeating the safety policy, "I'll take a sip and put the coffee in front of the car. You can take it after I'm far away. Okay." ?"

"Please, please save me. I really don't want to die. I don't want to experience something worse than death."

He moved his body and hesitated before kneeling down, "Sir!"

FBI investigator: "..."

　……

　　Inexplicably, I think of humans waking up and finding a mouse lying on the bed as a gift from a cat: "What bad intentions can a cat have? It just wants to catch mice and feed them to you."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)