Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 160 Salary
Tokyo University is a somewhat familiar name.

Ichijo Miku thought about it for a moment, and recalled his several experiences of going back. He took a few more glances at the dean's introduction and found that he didn't have much impression.

But it seems that the dean in [Police Academy Rookies] is indeed this one.

He responded, "Oh."

Then he said slowly: "Did Calvados compile this information?"

And he said to himself, "If it was compiled by Calvados, I will check it in detail again to make sure there are no obvious loopholes before handing it over to the police."

"If it was compiled by other organization members, such as Rum..."

Forget it, just take a look, why not go to the police station for a few rounds and invite a few Inuo police officers to discuss how to give a reasonable 'truth'.

Renya Karasuma: "You have a big problem with rum."

"Of course," Ichijo Miku admitted frankly, "if you spend half an hour cooking, only to find that your partner is slowly entertaining himself and cooking for more than ten hours, it will not only delay his Time has also caused trouble for you, so you will also have objections."

Waste, okay.

Waste enemies, yes.

A waste partner is absolutely not allowed.

"If he is 100% incompetent and really needs to spend more than ten hours cooking, although it is frowned upon, it can be accepted reluctantly," Mirai Ichichi continued, "But he is jovial and does not speak human words. He can obviously be a few I finished cooking in an hour, but it took me more than ten hours.”

"This is intolerable."

If Rum hadn't spoken politely, how could he have killed his dear mission target with one shot?
That was a rare fatal shot!

Undoubtedly, the single hair draws out the golden light, do you understand the gold content!
But because of the abominable taciturn Rum, he could only read the file sadly, without any sense of touch.

"..." Karasuma Renye said, "I understand."

He paused, watching Ichigo Mirai checking the information casually, and suddenly added: "Over the years, the police and Souyi have more than one unsolved unsolved case."

"There are many major cases among them, cases that have not been labeled as homicides."

"Do you need information?"

Do you want to help the police find out one by one?Or pick some typical cases, or cases related to 'Police Officer Ichijo'?

Mirai Ichijo glanced at the red light camera strangely, "It's so strange that you actually want to help the police solve the case."

"No."

"I don't get paid by the police now. How can I solve any case?"

This question is actually an indirect inquiry: Why should we investigate this case and compile evidence that can be given to the police?
Asked once directly and once indirectly, it can be seen that Renye Karasuma does care about this issue. Mirai Ichijo answered: "Some people think I care."

In [Police Academy Rookie], all the police officers who know Ichijo's true identity in the future think that he will care about it, that he will be obsessed with the unresolved case of his parents' death, and want to investigate it thoroughly.

Therefore, Matsumoto Kiyonaga promised to investigate the outstanding case.

Mirai Ichijo actually doesn't care.

But when everyone thinks he cares, his lack of care will appear to be premeditated. Some high-ranking police officers will panic and continue to test because they cannot see a future, and will try to find a way. The real purpose of the future' and 'weakness'.

Too much trouble.

It's better to admit it directly: Ah, yes, I care very much, not only about the unresolved case of my parents' death, but also about all cases related to my parents.

Given an obvious weakness, those superior police officers will breathe a sigh of relief and continue to be arrogant in their complacency.

The undercover incident has not happened yet.Although after three terrorist attacks, the organization definitely had the idea of ​​"How about I send this great god away", after all, it has not happened yet. Ichimi Mirai only briefly explained the general meaning.

He flipped through the documents and confirmed that there were no loopholes in the information that could be discovered just by reading the text. Then he packed them up and reinstalled them. He then went to sort out the thick document and reinstall it.

There are a few photos peeking out from the layers of information.

Mirai Ichijo pulled it out and took a look.

This is probably a photo of a new couple. It shows two police officers, one of whom is dressed very gentlemanly and gracefully. One is wearing a good-quality black suit, and the other is wearing a white mermaid skirt.

The background is a cliff with a newborn sun. The black suit is looking at the fishtail skirt attentively. The fishtail skirt is a little careless. It seems that her mind is not on the photo, but she is smiling and staring at the sun.

The sun shone warmly on them, and fluorescent blue writing flowed out.

The field of vision was almost entirely filled with dense fluorescent writings. In just a short moment, Yi Yifu had learned to automatically block irrelevant and unimportant reminders, and the photo prompts were not very important reminders.

He ignored it and only looked at the photo itself, judging that Mr. Ichijo liked his wife very much, but Mrs. Ichijo didn't necessarily like her husband.

The remaining photos are mostly daily photos. It was a rare occasion when they had free time together, and they went out on a date for a romantic candlelight dinner. Under the candlelight, both faces looked a little haggard. It looked like they were either seriously ill, or they looked like doctors, police officers, and programmers. A profession that loves working overtime.

The photos were all taken by Mr. Ichijo, and the focus was always on Mrs. Ichijo, who always had a friendly smile.

After a few photos, a twist occurred. For the first time, Mrs. Ichijo didn't show a polite smile. She was half-lying on the desk, looking up information drowsily, and couldn't even react immediately when the flash light came on.

There is a line of small words written on the back of this photo: [One month].

Huh?
Mirai Ichijo scrolled down again and soon discovered the reason for the note: Mrs. Ichijo was pregnant.

The second photo with notes soon appeared. The notes were composed of English, Japanese, numbers and heart patterns. A heart was drawn at the top behind the photo. The heart was filled with several slashes, and next to it was bold. English【love】.

The next line is a more detailed time: [Six months].

In the photo, Mrs. Ichijo's belly is already very obvious, and it almost looks like she is about to give birth. She is supporting her lower back with one hand, and she is smiling. It is not a friendly smile, but a smile pretending to be angry. It looks like She was complaining that her husband still wanted to take pictures at such a time, which was really too much.

Mirai Ichijo looked at it and judged: 'Six months' is not the time when Mrs. Ichijo becomes pregnant, but the time when they truly fall in love.

She fell in love with her husband when Police Officer Ichijo was about to give birth.

There are several photos later. There is no longer only one or two people in the photos, but a child begins to appear.

There was a lady sitting on the hospital bed, looking a little depressed at the photo of the baby in her arms. There was a photo of her wearing a police uniform, holding a child of about three or four years old, and she was still frowning slightly.

Probably because of the organization and the abnormality of my child.

Ichijo Mirai looked at it a few more times and rubbed the photo with his fingers, "Copied."

This photo is not plasticized.

"Most of them are originals," Karasuma Renye said, "and some are photocopies."

Including writing [six months], two photos of a child and a somewhat depressed police officer, none of which are originals.

"The original copies of these photos are in the police archives."

Mirai Ichijo: "Oh."

He quickly lost interest and sorted out the information without much care. He smiled at the red light camera and said, "You are so kind to me. I'm so touched."

"Let's talk about my salary, Mr. Chief."

　These photos will be used later.

　　I finally got to the misleading photo. I’m almost halfway through. I’m so touched!
　　...How come it’s almost two hundred chapters and I’m not even halfway through it yet? How could this happen?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)