Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 153: When I’m not nervous, I’m pretty calm.

Theme of the meeting: An organization that is generous, charitable, considerate, caring about the people and the FBI, and discusses salary issues with new members of the organization.

Meeting time: [-]pm.

Meeting location: remote villa.

Participants: A future.

How to participate: drive.

When Ichijo Mirai arrived at his destination, he saw Gin from a distance. He waved hello in surprise and asked, "Are you the interviewer for my third interview?"

"You are a kind person. It seems that I can negotiate a better salary package."

Gin: "..."

He was very accustomed to being calm and corrected, "These three actions are not interviews."

It is a unilateral torture, bullying and terrorist attack on the organization and Tokyo in the future.

As for why it is still the 'third interview'...

If Ichijo is not satisfied today, the third bloody operation will not end, and the fourth batch of FBI will be killed.

Of course, the FBI are not fools and will be hesitant to send more people in the short term, but the terrorist attack is so sensational that they will send the fourth batch even if they are forced by public opinion.

So the question is, the FBI really resisted the pressure and gritted its teeth and did not send the fourth batch of FBI over. Will Ichijou stop in the future?
Gin suspected that this madman would kill and go to New York.

He didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he looked directly at the vehicle he was riding in, and frowned again, "Did you come by taxi?"

It was a black private car, which seemed to be in line with the organization's style, but it was not the organization's car, and the driver was not a member of the organization, but a middle-aged man with a low eyebrow and a pleasant look.

Mirai Ichijo turned around when he heard the sound and replied casually, "Oh, I don't know the way, so I just asked a kind person to take me there."

"Don't worry, my own."

He walked towards the villa and said, "Don't worry about him. I have tried it myself and he is very sensible."

It was already evening, and the sky was getting dark, but the lights were not turned on in the villa, and some candlelight was quietly reflected on some windows.

Mirai Ichijo opened the door and saw candles standing in the darkness.

The candlelight spread towards the stairs, then rotated upwards, finally stopping on the third floor and entering a room, as if guiding the way.

The guidance is already clear, a future that treads the candlelit path without hesitation.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and asked, "Aren't you coming in?"

Gin shook his head and said calmly: "I am responsible for maintaining order nearby."

"Okay," Mirai Ichijou nodded excitedly without too much entanglement, "Thank you, Mr. Knight, who doesn't like to smile by nature."

He ignored Gin's twitching forehead and followed the candle casually.

There are many oil paintings hanging in the villa. In the dim candlelight with extremely low visibility, each portrait oil painting is somewhat dim, as if they are watching the visitor together.

They are men and women, old and young, with various hairstyles and skin colors. They are people from different countries, but have one thing in common: their clothing.

The people in the oil painting are all wearing white clothes, and there is some distant brightness in the darkness. They look like devils disguised as angels with malicious intentions.

There is a small line of text marked in the lower right corner of each oil painting, which seems to be a name, but most of them are not very clear, and only a few are illuminated by candlelight.

One of the oil paintings shows a blond woman with blue eyes. She is sitting on a chair. She looks sideways. She wears glasses on her fair cheeks. Her smile is gentle and plain. The white clothes on her body are very dim.

The text in the lower right corner is: [Elena Miyano].

Mirai glanced casually, walked a few more steps, passed by several oil paintings, and saw an oil painting of a woman again.

She had black hair and red eyes, and was sitting upright. Her appearance was a bit blurry, but her expression could be seen to be cold. There was splattered blood on her cheeks, and her white clothes were stained with blood. It looked like she had killed someone not long ago.

The candle did not come close to her and did not light the lower right corner.

The moment his eyes swept over, the footsteps of Future One paused for a moment, and he said thoughtfully: "The artist's painting skills are very good, the paint used is not real blood, right?" The system did not make a sound until Future One walked When he reached the door at the end of the candle, he slowly said:

[You have obtained a [mysterious message that cannot be deciphered for the time being], and your understanding of the organization has increased slightly. 】

The room at the end is slightly open and can be pushed open with a slight push. Inside is a study room. Finally, there is no longer only candles, but there is light.

Computer light.

Mirai Ichijo glanced at the prompt, walked into the study, and closed the door behind him.

Except for him, there was no one in the study. The computer was on the desk. He couldn't see what was displayed on the screen. He could only see the light that illuminated part of the darkness flickering and changing.

A soft female voice suddenly said, "Hello, Mr. Mirai Ichijo."

She spoke English with a New York accent, her words were clear and her tone was gentle, as if she was chatting with a friend, and she chuckled, "Or, dear Messiah."

"I have long admired the name."

"'Messiah' is a title that suits you very well."

A future: "..."

He was in awe: What a guy who tells lies without changing his face!
"There is a sofa to your right, please sit down," the woman added. "The tea is still hot."

And introduced himself, "My code name is Belmod."

"Hello," Mirai Ichijo took his seat, "Miss Belmode, who is very eloquent."

"Although I have never heard your code name, from now on, I will remember you deeply."

Because he can talk nonsense seriously and has a thick skin.

Hear, 'Messiah is a title that suits you well', hear!

Mirai Ichijo shook his head after hearing this!

Belmod seemed to hear the implication and chuckled, "It's such an honor."

Suddenly, a cat meowing sounded.

This meow is different from the soft and meowing 'meow~' that cats always give to humans. It is a somewhat sad 'meow! ', sounds like a low-pitched meow and a similar demonstration.

A future: "?"

He frowned briefly and heard Belmod's voice calmly coaxing the cat, "Good boy."

Then there was a slight movement, and it sounded like the cat was parkouring and giving Belmode Bonbon a few punches.

Ichijo Mirai: "...?"

"I'm so sorry," Belmode apologized with a smile, "This child is a cute cow cat."

"Very cute, but a little nervous."

She smiled and sighed, "He's also very good at holding grudges."

"But when I'm not nervous, I'm pretty calm."

The banging sound continued, and it sounded like the cow cat flew out and parkour twice more, jumped on Belmod's body, and banged again.

A future: "..."

This member of the organization is really...

"Messiah," Belmode said calmly, "before meeting the leader, you need to listen to me tell a story about the past."

"A past event related to the organization."

She said softly: "Many people are unable to glimpse the true face of the organization throughout their lives, but the organization is willing to lift the veil of mystery for you."

(End of this chapter)