Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 145 The master is so kind

After half a month, the FBI interrogation room once again welcomed a dog tail.

"Name."

"Inutail."

"……what?"

The roadblocking dog tail reacted a few times, and quickly reported his temporarily lost real name, "James."

He only glanced at the interrogator at the beginning, and then kept his head lowered, avoiding the dazzling incandescent light and the serious eyes of the interrogator.

This time, Judy was among the interrogators, but she was not the chief interrogator, but was responsible for recording the confessions.

She faithfully wrote down the brief change of words she just made, and her eyes swept across the one-way viewing wall on the side as if by accident, guessing that Shuichi Akai should be outside now.

The chief interrogator was Judy's supervisor.

He stared sternly at the blocking dog's tail, and did not speak immediately, but used silence to put pressure on him.

But the blocking dog's tail didn't respond. He still sat with his head lowered in fear, neither dissatisfied with the handcuffs nor more frightened by the silence.

…This criminal looks like he has experienced excessive fear from others and is now immune to low-level psychological intimidation tactics.

The boss judged that he and Judy looked at each other and planned to confirm their identities first, "Okay, Mr. James, you and our FBI are old acquaintances. If I remember correctly, you were not like this not long ago."

He made no secret of his suspicion and asked: "When we met last time, what was the greeting you asked the surviving survivor to relay to us?"

"Dog ＊＊," the dog tail who blocked the road repeated, obviously he was swearing, but he still cowered like begging for mercy, "＊＊＊."

"＊＊."

All can automatically silence shielding sentences.

The boss's cheeks twitched a few times and said, "...These are not curse words."

"Forget it, it's basically consistent with part of what the FBI has received," he said slowly, looking at the injuries on the dog's tail face. "It stands to reason that we finally caught you, so we should first confirm and review your previous crimes. case,"

"But don't worry. If you answer some questions carefully, those cases can still be discussed."

Judy's writing pen paused.

She glanced at her boss and understood the obvious: as long as the roadblocker answered the following questions properly, a few cases could be removed and the sentence would be reduced.

The boss looked back and indicated with his eyes: It's okay, remember.

Anyway, there is a buffer between recording and submitting the confession, and appropriately considered language modifications can be made.

Hearing the clear instructions, the blocking dog didn't react much. He nodded, "You can ask, I will tell you everything."

"I," he hesitated for a moment, clasped his fingers, and the handcuffs made a sharp collision sound with the table, "since I am already here, I will definitely say it."

"This is an order."

It's not a direct order, it's an order conveyed silently.

The boss quickly understood what the roadblock wanted to say: Logically speaking, the roadblock would not be arrested by the FBI, and the way he was arrested was really...

It was really a bit of a rabbit hitting a tree stump.

He took the initiative to bump into the hands of the FBI investigator, but he followed the orders of another person and came to deliver coffee to the FBI.

When he was subdued, he didn't resist much. He only subconsciously struggled and resisted a few times when the coffee fell on the snow. He quickly muttered 'FBI' and stopped all resistance.

No matter how you look at it, roadblocks are people who have been abandoned, given up by their owners, and handed over to the FBI.

Since the other party did not directly silence him, everything he said in the interrogation room was information that the other party could accept, or exactly wanted the FBI to obtain.

The boss asked: "Well, please introduce him to us first."

"Start from your first meeting."

It was on a sunny afternoon that the dog tail saw a future.

An old car drove up on the highway, and sitting in the passenger seat was a young man with white hair who looked very good-tempered.

At a glance, he saw the tail of the roadblock pretending to be broken down. He smiled and asked the driver to stop, got out of the car and kindly helped, saying that he had a friend who was good at repairing cars.Very enthusiastic.

What's even more enthusiastic is that the white-haired young man didn't just say nice things, but actually got started and repaired the car with great interest, not even paying much attention to the black oil on his body.

The roadblocker had no choice but to repair the car as he wished. While they were repairing the car, he chatted. During this period, he once had a subtle thought: Wouldn't the driver get out of the car?
The somewhat dilapidated car was parked next to it, and the driver never got out of the car.

As if aware of the doubts that were blocking the road, the good-tempered white-haired young man took the initiative to explain that the driver had been working in the studio recently and had not interacted with humans for a while, so he was a little shy.

They also said that the car they were driving was actually bought by the driver many years ago. It had not been driven for several years after the incident, so it looked a bit old and dusty. They were about to repair the car.

He laughed again as he spoke, and casually said a few nonsense words with a very knowledgeable look, saying that there was a shortcut nearby, how to drive so that he could reach the car repair shop in half an hour, and he asked thoughtfully if he wanted to stop the dog tail. Pull the cart, they can help pull the cart.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the old car rushed out.

The driver stepped on the accelerator with a ferocious expression, and sprinted as the white-haired young man had just done.

And crashed into the river.

Witnessing the sudden rush of the car, I heard the huge roar of the tail of the blocking dog in the distance: "..."

He didn't respond.

The white-haired young man didn't seem to have reacted. He still smiled and said he was very sorry that he had misremembered, but he just happened to be able to change his car. Thank you very much.

Then, the white-haired young man continued to sit in the passenger seat.

The driver turned into a roadblock.

Judy: "..."

Judy’s boss: “…”

He was shocked by the tone and content of the retelling, which was calm and weak, as if he was saying, 'I don't have enough money, why don't you sell me a car for 100 yuan?'

"That is to say," he stroked and pulled out the thread of truth, "when you first met him, he was with a criminal."

"He wasn't satisfied."

"So let the criminal crash the car and replace the driver with you...?"

Another thing came to mind, "Wait, was it thirteen days ago?!"

Judy also remembered, and her expression changed slightly, "The criminal who killed a whole family and escaped until he was discovered in a car accident thirteen days ago?"

"Could it be?"

Roadblock nodded calmly and numbly, explaining, "He's a little prickly."

He also explained, "The master just happened to remember it wrong. He was dissatisfied and took the opportunity to run away. It was right for him to get into a car accident."

This explanation didn't even believe the roadblocker, but after he finished speaking, he nodded seriously, "Well, it's all because of that guy's bad luck."

"I had bad luck a few times, but I didn't die."

"Thanks to the master for saving me."

"Once, I stumbled with my left foot and fell with my right foot. I was in the middle of the road at the time. I was almost hit by a car. Fortunately, my owner saved me."

“Once, I found a stronghold, but I didn’t have time to notify the owner. Fortunately, he cared about me and found me without notifying me. He just happened to find me who accidentally fell and hit the corner of the table, and he gave me stitches. "

"——To show that it didn't hurt, he gave himself a stitch."

"It really doesn't hurt."

"...It really doesn't hurt. It's quick and heals instantly."

"I always fall and my legs are not very good. There may be something wrong with it, but I am a criminal and cannot go to the hospital. The owner helped me treat it. He searched for treatment methods and let me choose."

"I chose it myself."

"The master is so kind."

(End of this chapter)