Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 149 I'm going to kill him
At four o'clock in the morning in Tokyo, a transnational police call was made.

"Beep, beep, beep, click."

At two o'clock in the afternoon in New York, the operator of the police station answered the call. His tone was calm and methodical, and he skillfully opened the call, "Hello, New York Police Department. Is there anything urgent?"

The person who called the police did not speak at the first moment. He remained silent and only the sound of breathing could be heard.

The operator frowned, but did not take it lightly. Instead, he became cautious and immediately lowered his voice and repeated, "Hello, what happened?"

The reason is simple: the caller was breathing rapidly.

It is the rapid breathing that anyone can tell upon hearing indicates that the person breathing is in a state of extreme fear or anger, like a heavy snoring lion.

In the long silence and rapid breathing, the policeman finally spoke, "This, this is Tokyo."

Judging from the voice, it was a man about 30 years old. His voice was very trembling and his intonation was weird, as if it was squeezed out of his throat. He spoke intermittently and sounded a little incoherent.

Human beings are creatures that can empathize, but anyone with normal empathy will be struck by a tone that sounds like 'an innocent citizen has met a murderer, and the murderer is still standing behind the citizen with a smile and a gun pressed against his back.' infected.

This allows people to quickly determine the state of the caller: extremely frightened.

The NYPD operator paused and said softly: "OK, sir, are you traveling to Tokyo? Did you encounter any emergency?"

She asked, "Do you need me to transfer the call to the Tokyo Police Station for you?"

"No, no, no, no," the caller shouted almost instantly, in an even weirder tone, "I'm an FBI."

"...The New York FBI sent a team of investigators to Tokyo to follow up on the terrorist attack. I am one of the FBI investigators and a survivor."

He seemed to be talking in a dream, and said tremblingly: "They are all dead, they are all dead, right in the embassy!"

"Please, help me. I don't want to die. I really don't want to die. My daughter is just three years old. She just called me daddy in a daze. Please, help me!"

The caller burst into tears, sobbing emotionally, but his voice remained low.

The operator was stunned for a moment by the content of the alarm, "What?"

"Please calm down and describe the incident and current situation in detail," she said urgently and clearly. "Are you in hiding? Please control your emotions and be careful to hide yourself."

"I'll transfer the call to the FBI now!"

"My name is Logan," the caller calmed down a little and reported his information with fear so that others could check it. "I am 31 years old. I graduated from Georgetown University. I became an FBI agent five years ago. I arrived in Tokyo an hour and a half ago, ahead of the agreed time, and went straight into the embassy to start the meeting.”

"In the middle of the meeting, we took a half-hour break,"

He almost moaned in pain, "I, I went to rest outside and looked through the photo album on my phone. There were videos of my wife and daughter in it. This is my usual method of relaxing. My daughter is only three years old and she just woke up. Yes. Looking at the screen of the mobile phone with a vague smile, so cute...I'm sorry, I, I shouldn't say this, but I,"

"It's okay," the operator knew that the caller was in a state of collapse, so he could only reassure and guide calmly, "What happens after you hang up the phone?"

"After hanging up the phone, I returned to the conference room and found, only to find,"

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, and even his rapid breathing disappeared.

The call fell silent for a moment, so the footsteps became obvious.

There were heavy footsteps coming from far and near. The owner of the footsteps seemed to have some difficulty with his legs and feet. The footsteps of one foot were a little heavier when walking.

In the silence, the footsteps were getting closer and closer to the phone.

The operator held his breath.

She heard the footsteps pause, and there was once again cold silence on the other end of the phone.

But soon, a few seconds later, the footsteps sounded again, some walking away lightly and heavily.

The operator couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and the caller also breathed a sigh of relief. He started sobbing again, "He, me, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, everyone is dead, and I'm going to die too,"

"Please, you guys, help..."

Suddenly, he stopped again.

This time it stopped abruptly, as if he had seen something.

A third person's voice appeared on the phone. It was a rough voice processed by a voice changer, "Ah, you are here." The voice was very close, almost half a meter above the phone. It was also very soft, as if saying It was like whispering, a little relaxed.

But very creepy.

The emergency call was hung up.

It was a terrifying phone call.

Every minute and every second of the phone call, whether it was everything the caller named 'Logan' revealed, or the way he hung up in the end, was not beautiful or impressive.

The FBI quickly verified that there was indeed such an FBI in the FBI and the Tokyo dispatch team.

After identification by his wife, it was indeed him who called the police.

And the embassy...

The phone went dead.

So, at five o'clock in the morning in Tokyo, Gin quietly listened to this distress call.

No one has seen the sun at five o'clock in the morning in Tokyo, not even gin, because there is no sun at five o'clock in the morning in Tokyo, only the urge to die.

Of course, wanting others to die.

After listening once, Gin listened patiently a second time. After listening twice, Gin patiently listened a third time. After listening three times, Gin had walked three times and calmed down completely.

He said calmly: "It's acceptable."

"Don't tell me that you don't understand the nature of that crazy guy," he said in a mocking tone, "Belmod."

"It's just that the embassy was destroyed. Is there any need to make a fuss? You don't feel the same grief as the rabbit dying and the fox dying, right?"

"We just destroyed the FBI in the embassy, ​​not the entire New York or Tokyo."

"Only part of the FBI has not touched the entire embassy. Tokyo is still very quiet."

"It's nothing, the Tokyo police haven't taken action yet."

"It's a good thing there's no urgent news."

"The movement is very small, quite rare."

"It's not about destroying the entire embassy."

"kill him."

Gin said: "I want to kill him."

Belmod: "..."

Mental state is worrying.

She advised with some sympathy: "I just killed some FBI. Isn't it the usual style of 'Satan' to destroy them all?"

"You should have been prepared."

"Now it's just an extra FBI team from the embassy." At three o'clock in the afternoon in New York, Bellmode sat on the balcony, raised his black tea cup to the warm sun, took a sip, and slowly transformed into a judge. The verdict was made, "Who told those bugs to go to the embassy as soon as they arrived in Tokyo? It's their fault."

"However, this phone call..."

She turned the tea cup and squinted her eyes at the sparkling water of the black tea. "It's very strange. It's not Satan's style."

"He wouldn't give the survivors a chance to call for help, and he didn't have the habit of sloping his feet. The footsteps were too heavy. Could it be that he was injured?"

"There seems to be something fishy about this."

Belmode thought for a while, put down the tea cup, and suggested, "You call and ask about the real situation?"

Gin said one word at a time: "I want to kill him."

(End of this chapter)