Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 155 0.75 America

Experience eternal life for yourself...?
Ichijo Mirai raised an eyebrow.

Belmode touched his palm, patted it gently, and said with a smile: "The first generation."

There was a very slight sound coming from downstairs. I quickly rushed to the third floor. When I reached the door, there were footsteps at a normal volume.

A middle-aged man pushed open the door and walked in. His attire was quite similar to the oil paintings in the corridor. He was wearing a white coat and a hood on his head that could wrap his hair to prevent it from falling inadvertently. There was a hood on his face. A white mask.

Only the eyes around the entire face were exposed. Those eyes belonged to a middle-aged man, and the eyelids were slightly bulging and slack.

He held a white box in his hand. He said nothing after entering the door. He knelt down in front of the coffee table next to the sofa and sat down. He reached out to open the box and bowed his head respectfully. "Please let me inject you."

The box was only the size of an adult's palm and was filled with ice. After opening it, white air-conditioning flowed out. Among the ice were a medicine tube and a syringe the size of a little finger.

The medicine tube contains a transparent unknown medicine liquid, which is denser than water and somewhat turbid.

When looking at the past in Ichijo's future, an analysis symbol shattered and an introduction flashed out:

[Item name: ＊＊＊(unable to be cracked)]

[Item effect (positive): Unlock some genetic locks, improve brain development, increase physical acuity and toughness, halve the healing time of small and medium wounds, reduce the healing time of major wounds by two-thirds, accelerate metabolism, and extend youth. 】

[Item effect (negative): reduced immunity, reduced resistance, reduced coagulation function, moderately increased pain perception. 】

[Item introduction: No one can resist the charm of unlocking all permissions, even if it comes with a certain burden. 】

[Note: Benefits always go hand in hand with risks. The mortality rate is 99%. This is not an unacceptable probability, is it? 】

This potion...

Putting aside some shortcomings, such as faster wound healing but weakened blood coagulation ability, is it really related to 'immortality'? !
Mirai Ichijo looked at the potion steadily, his red eyes motionless.

He slowly asked the system, "At the end of the twentieth century, holographic game cabins appeared. I won't get to the bottom of it."

After all, it was his fault. The game cabin was actually just a disguise. What really mattered was the game itself, the 'past'.

But, "Now, isn't it a bit too much?"

...In an era when everyone has a brick machine, is it really normal for this kind of medicine to appear? !
It’s not common sense at all! ! !

Mirai Ichijo blurted out, "This is too unreasonable!"

Before he finished speaking, he frowned subconsciously and paused for two or three seconds, "This is too scientific. You can tell that I am mocking, right?"

"Is there something wrong with the science in this world? Even if it is partial science, it has to be very reluctant to explain this medicine."

He quickly figured out one of the possibilities of the emergence of this magical potion despite backwardness in all aspects of technology, "Old and new civilizations?"

Could it be that, as in many science fiction novels, on Earth in this world, the current civilization has discovered the remains of an advanced civilization hundreds of millions of years ago?

The system is very apologetic: [I can’t say. 】

[If you reveal too much, part of the relevant memory in the system will be automatically deleted, and I will enter a state of amnesia just like you,] it added, [In fact, even if I say it, you will only remember it briefly. After a second or two, it will be forgotten, just as when you think about something, you will subconsciously avoid some directions. 】

The shelves that have been sold no longer belong to the store owner.

Even if the shelves are still in the store, the shopkeeper can only pick them up briefly and take a look at them before putting them down with regret.

Mirai Ichijo frowned, "OK."

He paused for a few seconds and finally said, "I knew this was a somewhat mysterious world."

Otherwise, how could you create a 'game' yourself?

Because Ichijo Miku didn't say anything for a long time, Belmode smiled and said, "Looks very ordinary, right?"

"It's like a tube of sugar water. It's so ordinary, but after it is injected into the human body, it will exert incredible magic and completely transform a person in a very short period of time."

"Extremely lucky people, after surviving, will look no different from ordinary people in appearance, but in some aspects, they will be superior to ordinary people and become the most advanced beings in the human category."

"Of course, side effects are inevitable. Depending on the individual's physique, some people will have IQ defects while their bodies are strong and can easily hold the sniper bullets fired at them. Some people are smart and sharp and can catch them in a second. While working on all kinds of details to make a living, your body will be extremely fragile.”

Her tone was a little careless, "Sometimes, I can't help but wonder, are the people who survived really still human beings? Or are they just monsters in human skin?"

"This is a very lucky man."

"There are more unfortunate people, then..."

Belmod paused for a few seconds before laughing again, "I heard Gin say that you ordered Calvados to investigate a 'medical incident'?"

"When you leave, Gin will give you all the information you ordered."

She spoke with skill, 'listening to Gin' rather than 'listening to Calvados'.

"Those cancer patients who unfortunately died in 'medical accidents' are unfortunate people. When they died, they died in extreme pain. The corpses are terrible, like mushrooms and mushrooms growing on wooden piles after the rain. Like the fungus, it is covered with large and small tumors, which makes any human being feel horrified from the bottom of his heart when he sees it."

"I'm afraid only ruthless monsters can feel nothing."

Who said that? An instructor said, "Police officer Ichijo inspected the body without changing his expression."

Mirai Ichijo glanced at the computer and said noncommittally, "Oh."

Belmode was silent for a moment.

Before she spoke, Mirai Ichijo asked again, "You said, only some extremely lucky people."

"What if I'm not an extremely lucky person?"

"That's a good question," Belmode laughed, "I don't think you are."

She carefully considered her tone and said slowly: "We don't need to hide each other, we can say it frankly... Yes, your investigation is correct. Your mother defected from the organization."

"The organization's research on 'immortality' began many years ago and launched countless projects. Some of them achieved certain results and were temporarily retained. Some of them did not receive any feedback and were temporarily cold-sealed. Only in the field of medicine , there are more than a dozen research directions and different laboratories, but very few have achieved results."

"Your mother is one of the results."

Wow, I actually brought it up.

Mirai Ichijo raised his eyebrows and repeated the last words, "One of the results?"

"It's 'one of the results,'" Belmod affirmed. "She's not the only result, just one of them."

She was actually not sure where the future investigation would go, so she started from the beginning, using some language skills appropriately, "There is actually not much information about her in the organization. She is an ordinary person with no sense of existence. I was able to join the organization entirely because my parents were members of the organization, and the only information left behind was regular training physical examinations and photos."

"Until she failed a mission and leaked the organization's information, according to the organization's rules, the leaker and the insider must be dealt with together. The organization's way of dealing with her was to test drugs."

In fact, there is nothing to say about this. He is just an ordinary member who feels that the organization has not paid any attention to him. He does not even have a code name. What is worth paying attention to is: "She is dead."

"In other words, the organization thought she was dead."

"Different physiques lead to different ways of death. When she died, she seemed to have a splitting headache. She kept covering her head and screaming. Like the people who took the medicine in the same batch, she stopped within 10 minutes and lost her breath. It will be handled by dedicated personnel.”

"It's fake death."

One future repeat: "Fake your own death?"

In social situations, repeating the last sentence is a very useful trick when you want the other person to talk endlessly and enjoy themselves.

"Yes, it was a fake death," Bellmode said. "The organization didn't notice it at first. It was after they found out she was still alive that they checked the death video and found that she had her eyes closed, as if she was lingering for breath and stopped screaming. For a few seconds, my eyes were moving rapidly.”

"When the specialized personnel carried the body and put her on the cart, her eyelids moved again."

It means he is not dead.

"She is a very smart person," she praised lightly. "She knew that the procedure for disposing of a body is to keep it cold in the icehouse for a period of time, so she took the opportunity to escape during the transportation."

"The organization has been looking for her for a long time, but they have never found her because the people who were looking for traces were specifically looking for some gray areas. They never thought that instead of hiding in the sewers to hide themselves, she would appear in the sunshine openly. Down."

First, he forged a legal identity, which was the first level of identity protection, but it was a bit reluctant, so he kept it ordinary, quickly married, changed his surname as a matter of course, and had a second level of identity, no longer trying to restrain himself. Become a well-known elite police officer, covered with a layer of protective color of light.

It is very difficult to deal with this extremely cunning mouse, and it is difficult to capture her and study her current physical condition.

But soon, her value was no longer limited to her body, but had a value that the organization cared about: a future.

her child.

"Even extremely lucky people will actually die within a few years. This is one of the reasons why the project was eventually stopped," Bellmode said. "Some of the lucky people have extremely active brains after taking drugs, which is very... Smart enough to learn a language in just a few days.”

"Her child is very cute and very smart. He is so smart that when he follows the police officer mother to the crime scene, he can find out who the murderer is by just glancing at the crime scene and the people present."

A future: "." "To a certain extent, an organization is like a machine that operates in an orderly manner. When facing partners, we need to make friends, when facing enemies, we need to deal with them, and when facing organizational members who fail to perform tasks, they will follow the rules. punish."

For example, treat Ichijo's future mother.

There is no way to defend this point, except to bite off part of the hatred value that will be generated in the future.

Belmod said: "Facing you, the organization wants to get you."

"Even if it's coaxing, even if it's robbery."

Ichijo Mirai again: "."

The truth is clear to everyone in the future.

The wording was actually not wrong.

But he wanted to sigh: It’s really neon...

Even the serious matter of "the organization has taken a liking to a talent and decided to take action" can be said to be a little bit bishop-like, and it is also "taking by force", which is quite Hiroshima.

"The organization has tried to contact you privately," Belmod added, "but it didn't achieve much effect."

She paused, "You didn't respond."

There is really no response.

Whether it's 'Children, your family's express delivery has arrived, please open the door and sign for it', or 'Hello, is there anyone at home?Census survey', or 'I heard that you are a very powerful little detective, please help me investigate the case! ’, no matter the adults or children who struck up a conversation, they didn’t get a single response.

They only received a quiet gaze from the young Ichimi Mirai.

It was a very subtle gaze, it was...

The look in the eyes of a silly dog.jpg
The organization only tried to contact them a few times and gave up quickly. Belmod was not sure whether Ichijo Mirai discovered the existence of the organization at that time.

These are not the main point. The main point is: "The organization originally planned to take action in a more subtle way, and to stay put for now, leaving only the follow-up personnel to confirm the situation regularly. But not long after, they heard the news of the death of your parents."

Bellmode said: "This has nothing to do with the organization."

This hatred value cannot be increased at all.

As long as Ichijo cares a little bit about his parents in the future, the organization must not get involved in any blood feud with the characteristic of never ending.

"The tracking personnel reported to the organization as soon as they heard the gunfire. The organization personnel arrived quickly, but nearly half an hour had passed and you were no longer at the scene." She paused for a few seconds and spoke as usual. "But you took the initiative to find the organization."

"The organization has been curious for a long time, how did you find the code member?"

This question is beyond the scope of the textbook, but one can answer it in the future.

He replied sincerely: "Maybe that codename member is too useless."

They've all been found, can they not be thrown away?
Belmod: "..."

"You left without saying goodbye," she said without saying a word for a few seconds, then asked, "Why?"

This question is the same as the previous one.

Mirai Ichijo thought carefully and became more sincere, "Maybe, I think the organization is too useless."

Just thinking about Rum raises questions about the overall capabilities of the organization.

Belmode again: "..."

She smiled good-naturedly, "Really?"

"This kind of medicine is better used by younger people. The organization originally planned to explain it first and let you decide whether to use it, but unfortunately, you left before it was explained."

"The organization originally built a training base specifically for you."

Not a 'laboratory'.

This shows that the organization wants to cultivate you as an important member, not to study you.

Ichijo Mirai lacked interest, "Base?"

But after thinking about it, he became more interested, "This base is built in..."

"Florida?"

"Florida."

His voice overlapped with Belmod's.

Belmode was a little surprised, "You know?"

Mirai Ichijo: "Ah, I guessed it."

Express delivery to the dessert shop, the shipping address is Florida...

"The organization didn't expose any information that could reveal this address at the time, right?" Belmod asked, and added, "It's a good place, far away from Tokyo, suitable for you to absorb and regain control of your body as soon as possible. "

"As for why I am sure you will succeed,"

She smiled, "Whether it's a person who is lucky enough to survive for a period of time, or someone who unfortunately dies directly, the cause of death is actually the same: the drug is too powerful."

"The effect of the drug is too strong and exceeds the limit that the human body can absorb and utilize. However, the organization tried to reduce various ingredients and found that no matter which ingredient was used, as long as it was reduced a little, the drug would have no effect."

"But your body can handle it."

Mirai Ichijo is very smart, so smart that ordinary people cannot understand it.

And his mother lived for quite a long time, unlike other people who took the drug.

The organization speculates that this is because a portion of the incompletely digested medicine was absorbed from the mother's body.

"you can."

Well, either by injecting yourself with dangerous drugs or by being confident.

If Belmod wanted to inject the medicine, Mirai Ichijo would say in a more confident tone, "You can definitely do it," and would also add some disgusting words appropriately, such as destiny. Know these words.

He glanced at the potion that exuded white cold air, "I have a question."

Belmod concentrated, "What's the problem?"

"The leader of the organization," asked a future question, "how long has it been since there was a change?"

It's a very smart question. Belmode couldn't help laughing, "It's never been replaced."

"OK," Ichijo Mirai nodded, "I have one more question."

He asked very solemnly: "Master Chief, how many years older than America?"

"..." Belmod's smile froze, "What?"

"It's been more than 200 years since the founding of America," Mirai Ichichi was still very solemn, "How much older is he than America?"

"Just tell me, I can bear it."

Let’s talk, was it the [-]th century when the research on ‘eternal life’ began, or the [-]th century, or the [-]th century.

Looking back in history, this magical potion may be related to some equally magical historical events in history.

Such as the witch hunts of the fifteenth century.

Ichijo Mirai is fully prepared: "It's so unscientific. Even if the leader is a historical celebrity from BC, I can accept it."

Even more acceptable.

"Please speak."

Belmod: "..."

Sorry, the leader is only less than 0.75 America's size.

　Two in one
　　Something happened on the 16th, will update on the 17th

　　
　
(End of this chapter)