Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 163 The smell of rust

Zhu Fu Jingguang is really a very smart person.

Ichijo Mirai stuffed a mouthful of rice into his mouth with a spoon, swallowed it with a calm expression as if he were drinking boiled water, and ate a few more times to allow his tired body to recover some blood before he said, "Well, thank you."

Topic is over.

Logically speaking, Zhu Fu Jingguang should be able to leave.

But he didn't.

Not only did he not leave, he hesitated for a moment and sat down at the door. "Future classmate, the package you mentioned..."

"It's evidence from a case," Mirai Ichijo answered directly without much concealment, "If there's anything else you want to ask, just ask."

There is no need to hide this. Even if it is perfunctory now, when Matsumoto Kiyonaga is discharged from the hospital to solve the case, Zhufu Jingguang, who heard the instructor's conversation, will guess what is in the package.

He is really a smart man.

It's a pity that he has the curiosity of a smart person, but also some shyness, and the look he looks over is always a little too soft, which is a kind of tacit understanding.

But what is the image of the player?
Mirai Ichijo is self-aware of himself and knows that he has two faces.

His face was bright and sunny, a face unique to training. He was just like a water ghost, determined not to let anyone go.

He has a face that ignores everyone. This is the normal state in non-training and non-task situations. He doesn't even raise his eyelids when passing by classmates and just ignores them.

Not to mention ordinary classmates, even some familiar NPCs, such as Morofushi Kagemitsu, Matsuda Jinpei and Onitsuka Hazo, if they need to make some choices during the mission, such as when someone must die in a sniper mission, he actually There won't be any fluctuations.

At most, a glance.

Of course, when death is not inevitable and it only takes a little more time for everyone to survive and clear the level, Ichijo will still strive to punch in and survive for everyone in the future.

But not because 'they are my companions and I cannot accept their death', but simply because 'all of them survive'.

However, if he really had to choose, between ordinary classmates and Zhu Fu Jingguang and the others, Mirai Ichijo would choose the latter without hesitation.

The latter still has a series of tasks that have not yet been completed...

Zhu Fu Jingguang was a smart man. After hearing the instructor's words, he could also notice the two faces of a future that was fraternal but ruthless in his long and obscure attention.

In this case, there will also be a tacit look similar to looking at a companion, a premonition of the future, Zhu Fu Jingguang's "unknown future" must be hiding a big secret.

"I can answer your question," he said.

But there is no guarantee that it is 100% truthful.

"But when I ask you a question, you also have to answer me."

It must be the truth.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent.

Ichijo Mirai said: "You guessed what I'm going to ask."

"Yes," Zhu Fu Jingguang said slowly, "You can guess what I really want to ask."

"What case are you talking about 'evidence from a case'?"

Mirai Ichijo raised his eyebrows, "You already know the answer, why are you still asking?" and answered easily, "'Medical malpractice' case."

"That's the medical incident you heard about."

Zhu Fu Jingguang thought for a few seconds, "I understand. What is your question?"

Hey, can I ask now?

During the weight-bearing training, Ichijo Mirai asked, and Zhufu Jingguang answered, but there was no prompt to complete the task. Now, he asked again, "Zhufu-san, why did you join the police academy?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent again.

This time, he remained silent for a particularly long time. It was so long that Mirai swallowed half of the lunch box without expression, confirmed that his body had replenished energy, and closed the lunch box, only to hear the answer: "Because... I want to The criminals need to be caught.”

His voice deepened, a little dull and blurry, as if sinking into water, "I want to catch every criminal."

Oh, what a great ambition!

Mirai Ichijo immediately became solemn, "As expected, it's one o'clock in the morning, Morofu-san, you are actually dreaming!"

The tone was too solemn. Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help it and was amused. "You really think you're dreaming, right? I also feel like I'm dreaming, but there's nothing I can do about it."

"I have to find a target that is so incredible that it seems like a dream and hold it tightly to break away from the nightmare. Otherwise, I will fall into that terrible dream again every night, every night, every night."

He took a deep breath and told the truth, "My nightmare is the death of my parents."

"...When I was seven years old, my parents died of unnatural deaths,"

After another pause, Zhu Fu Jingguang said: "He was killed."

"It was dinner time, and my parents and I were having dinner at home. Suddenly, the doorbell rang," his tone was between calm and erratic, as if he was slowly drifting away as he recounted the story, returning to that terrifying night 15 years ago. , "My father went to open the door."

"They probably knew each other and talked for a long time in the foyer, but for some reason they got into an argument. My mother was a little worried and went to check."

"She only went there for a few seconds. Before she reached the foyer, she suddenly returned. She hugged me into the closet and told me not to go out or make a sound no matter what happened."

"Then……"

Ichijo Mirai opened the lunch box again and ate for the second time. His appetite was actually very small and he had the habit of staying half full, so he slowly circled the lunch box with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth. .

The spoon rubbed against the lunch box, making tiny clanging sounds one after another.

Zhu Fu Jingguang chuckled again and calmed down, "Then, I heard the sound of my mother arguing with a man. They were arguing, but the sound suddenly stopped."

"...I smelled a very strange smell, mixed with the smell of dinner."

"I was growing up at that time. Every time my mother prepared a meal, she would prepare it extra richly. Even for breakfast, she would heat up a glass of milk and make a sandwich with eggs and bacon. Lunch and dinner would be even more sumptuous. Whenever this happens, the restaurant is filled with a warm smell.”

"Actually, the smell is different every day, and the smell can't smell the temperature, but I always have the feeling that the smell is the same warm smell every day."

His tone was still calm, but his mood was obviously not calm, "But that day, it was no longer a warm smell, but a cold smell that made me feel sick to my stomach,"

"It's like when an air conditioner that has been idle for three years is plugged in and used again, the weird smell it emits is a very strong smell of rust."

The smell of blood is the smell of rust.

(End of this chapter)