Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 15
Only two people knew about the bomb in the car, one was vodka and the other was gin.

There should also be people who installed bombs among the people who knew about it, but the mission was important, so Gin immediately silenced them.

The remaining personnel only know the two pieces of information: the car and the bomb, such as the citizen who lost the vehicle, the police personnel who received the alarm notification, and the organizational logistics personnel who took out the quantitative bombs from the warehouse.

They only know individual information, which cannot be aggregated into 'there is a bomb in the car'.

So the question is, how do the newcomers know?
Under Gin's cold gaze, the newcomer seemed not to be aware of the cold gaze, or maybe he was so accustomed to Changshu that he turned a blind eye and was still studying his phone carefully.

"This mobile phone is specially made, so it can't send messages to other people?" He made a new discovery, "Can it only send messages to the numbers in the address book? It's you, why didn't you put your name in the note? "

"I'll give it a try, ah, it was sent successfully."

Gin's phone vibrated.

He took out his phone and saw the cold white and black text on the screen: [Good morning. 】

"As expected, it's you, I made a note for you," the newcomer pressed the keys repeatedly without raising his head, "It's early in the morning, and 'good morning' is a bit strange. Let me think about neon words for greeting. "

Gin's phone vibrated again, and a very solemn and formal message appeared: [Please give me more advice. 】

It is not a phrase that can be used in everyday casual situations, but "Please give me your advice" that is used very formally when facing an important boss.

It's respectful.

But compared with the respect of this message and the casual attitude of the newcomer, it seems very strange.

Gin stared at the cold-lit phone screen and slowly raised his eyes.

The newcomer smiled at him in a good mood, as if he had solved some problem, "You just don't like to laugh by nature."

He just said with some intention of passing the blame, "It's not my fault that you don't smile, it's your fault. You don't like to smile by nature."

After making up his mind, he was in a better mood and reluctantly answered the question Gin dared to ask, "Why do you know there is a bomb in the car? Isn't it something you can tell at a glance."

'Condescension' and 'daring' are the feelings of Gin.

Gin: "..."

"Why are you even more angry? I didn't intend to detonate the bomb," the newcomer looked at him a few more times, thought about it, and kindly reminded, "You'd better stay away from the car before detonating the bomb. You should be five meters away from the car. .”

He was really kind, "This way, when the car explodes, you can take the ambulance to the hospital."

After saying that, the newcomer paused, looked at Gin for a moment, and then changed his words: "I'm just kindly reminding you that the bomb on the car is somewhat inferior and unstable, and it may be beyond your expectations. If you don't want to go to the hospital, you can stand Detonate a bomb at the entrance of the alley."

"Of course, this requires marksmanship."

Gin said coldly: "I have the remote control."

There is no need to detonate it at close range, and there is no need to be killed or injured.

…And for some reason, Gin really didn’t want to get too close to the car, and planned to detonate the bomb far away from the car.

He quickly walked out of the alley, glanced back, "Follow me."

Newcomers followed.

The nearby alleys and streets extend in all directions. It is early in the morning, and even the street lights are dim. As long as you pay attention to avoiding the noisy police officers, you can listen to your own footsteps and take a relaxing walk in the middle of the night.

"You are in a state of excitement." Gin listened to the footsteps and heard that the newcomer had deliberately hidden his footsteps. He overlapped the footsteps with his, turning the movement of two people into the movement of one person. He did not look back and spoke in a calm tone, " Is it because of killing?"

Something is wrong with the newcomer.

Tonight, Ginjiu met this newcomer for the first time, but he met twice, one was to release the task, and the other was to settle the task.

When the mission was released, the newcomer said almost nothing from beginning to end. He only looked at Gin silently. When he received the mission, he became even more silent and just followed the traces and left.

but now.

Every word of the newcomer seemed to be a mockery and provocation from the ultimate move. Every word, every word, unswervingly pulled Gin's hatred value tightly.

A bit courting death.

Gin was provoked.This is inconsistent with the state at the beginning. The newcomer is obviously in a special state.

"Is it because of killing?" the newcomer repeated. He did not answer immediately, but looked at Gin steadily. Seeing that Gin was aware of the sight behind him without turning around, he smiled and said, "Yes."

He took three steps and two steps at a time, walked to the front of Gin, examined it for a few seconds, and stopped for a moment.

The next second, he laughed again, "So you meant killing Yamano Taro, I almost misunderstood."

The newcomer is really polite. For example, now, he politely asked: "Can you be more clear next time?"

"It's really troublesome to interrogate you."

Gin: "..."

Just looking at each other, is this an 'interrogation'?
This guy is really...

It seemed that he finally noticed his unhappiness. As if he had just remembered it, the newcomer stiffly explained the point that he was quite concerned about, "By the way, I know that there is a bomb in the car because I have been in the car and the car has been modified." It will leave traces, and those bombs are so inferior that there is a smell in the air."

Well explained, but not as good as no explanation at all.

Isn’t this special explanation meant to show that I have always known that Gin was suspicious of Gin, but I just pretended not to know?

"The 'excited state' you mentioned is not quite right," the newcomer added, "I just feel a little more relaxed, and, yes..."

Players always treat NPCs that they have carelessly killed without doing anything wrong, just like when playing a game, when their cat comes over and rubs its belly, and caresses its fur gently. Normal things.

A future was left unsaid.

His intuition told him that Gin, who didn't like to laugh by nature, would probably feel slighted and would become even more unlucky by nature.

Forget it.

"You can think whatever you want," Mirai Ichijo gave up explaining and was particularly tolerant of the novice instructors who had health bars. "Is there a mission?"

Gin stopped.

He parked next to the car on the side of the road and opened the door with the key, "Not yet."

"In the next two days, someone from the organization will contact you for a physical examination, including a psychological examination. When the results are available, I will arrange for you to carry out the task."

This car looks much better than the cars in the alley, but it's still clumsy, like a black bear.

"I've already answered you, but you haven't answered me yet," Mirai Ichijo raised his hand and leaned against the car window, "What year is this year?"

Inside the car window, Gin glanced over coldly, "Nineteen eighty-four."

"You can find a temporary residence for these two days. It can be anywhere. When I want to find you, I will know where you are."

"If you were smart," he pressed the accelerator, "you would know not to try to contact the police."

The car sped away.

Mirai Ichijo stopped his hand in time and stood up straight, frowning and waving the car exhaust, "There's no need to restore reality at this point, right?"

"It would be a bit difficult to live temporarily..."

He raised his head and looked around.

The intersection in the early morning was completely silent, and the high-rise buildings were still brightly lit, but the nearby residences were almost all dim, and even the street lights were listless.

Only a few houses had lights on.

"This is a game with a lot of freedom," Mirai Ichijo repeated thoughtfully, staring at the nearest house with lights on. "You can shoot, you can kill, and even car exhaust is there."

Repeatedly, his eyes slowly lit up and he smiled: "The problem of temporary residence is actually easy to solve."

　"The Good Man on the Red Side"

　　I’ve already said it’s blood red x
　　
　
(End of this chapter)