Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 165 Boredom
He asked, "Do you trust us?"

This problem is really...

Ichijo Mirai tilted his head and looked at the white wall. He knew where Zhu Fu Jingguang was sitting, "What kind of 'trust' are you referring to?"

There are many types of trust.

"Trust in our companions," Zhu Fu Jingguang said without hesitation, almost blurting out, "We are friends,"

He paused uncertainly, added a premise, and then his tone became firmer, "In my opinion, we are friends."

"I have trust in you and my companions. Many times, even though I don't know your thoughts, I don't understand why you made a decision, or why you did a certain move at a certain moment,"

For example, they often talk nonsense without changing their expression.

For example, he controls the entire scene as if he is predicting the future, as if he has an almost coldly rational observation of everyone's actions, and makes speculations and predictions without any personal emotions.

Another example is those people who enthusiastically help Miku Ichijo.

"But if you don't want to tell me, I won't ask."

Zhu Fu Jingguang often has questions.

For some doubts, as time goes by, he will suddenly understand a decision in Ichijo's future, but for some doubts, as time goes by, he will become more and more intense.

Based on trust, he will appropriately suppress the human instinct for knowledge. Even if he feels a little uneasy because he seems to be in a fog filled with white air-conditioning, he will quietly follow the instructions of a future.

This is overcoming instinctive trust and trust in companions.

However, does Ichijo Mirai trust them, or does he trust him?

If it were any ordinary police academy student, faced with this question, he would be confused first, and then answer without thinking, "Yes!" ', and after answering, you will still wonder, 'What is this question?Future classmates must trust us, what a strange question.'

Because the 'savior classmate', the 'Messiah', the 'leader as bright and warm as the sun', 'the bright existence that allows people to overcome their brains and use their physical instincts to be loyal'.

Zhu Fu Jingguang put a question mark on this. He closed his eyes that were a little sore from looking directly at the light, calmed down for a few seconds, turned his head, and looked towards a future.

He waited quietly for an answer.

Ichimirai moved his body and bent his legs. He put his hand on his chin and smiled, "As I said, Zhufu-san is a smart person."

"Why do you keep asking questions you know the answers to?"

He said: "Are you trusting you with the same attitude as your companions? Well..."

"--certainly."

There are many types of trust, and of course there are many types of trust.

For most ordinary people, there are roughly only 'trust' and 'distrust', but for criminals who basically distrust everyone, it can be divided in detail.

The trust level is 0.001%, which is also trust.

"Of course I trust you," Mirai Ichijo smiled, not shying away from his sweet words, "Don't forget, I asked you to be responsible for sniping. If I didn't trust you, how could I let you snipe?"

"The scene was so chaotic and crowded. If a sniper hit a passerby,"

He smiled again, and because the consequences were obvious, he did not continue, "Even if the sniper is very calm, always pays attention to my orders, and successfully snipers the mission target when I give the order, but if he accidentally kills the mission target, "

The consequences are equally obvious.

Mirai Ichichi slowly said: "The bullets of the sniper rifle are fatal to the human body. It is very difficult to consciously hit the mission target, but it is even more difficult to consciously only temporarily disable the mission target's mobility."

The requirement to 'temporarily abolish the mission target's mobility' is actually a bit harsh. Even if Zhu Fu Jingguang's marksmanship is very good and he accurately snatches heads at night when the instructors raid the dormitory, it is still a pistol.

Pistols and sniper rifles are completely different entities.

If you hit someone with a pistol and miss one after another, you can smartly say, "Yes, I'm torturing you." Then rush forward in three steps and two steps at a time, and shoot directly at the target's head in anger.

If the sniper rifle misses, it means it really misses. You have to step forward three steps in a row and put the muzzle of the gun to your head and shoot.

Zhu Fu Jingguang has strict requirements for the future because once the target is killed, the sniper himself will collapse... This is probably the basic rule for police academy students.

When fighting criminals, innocent people will be killed unintentionally, and the police officers will collapse. Ichijo's future is quite understandable.

But he said that he couldn't say that. People should learn to speak nice words. He said righteously: "If I don't trust you, will I let you attack me?"

He confidently said: "If in an emergency, you had to choose a sniper, one was me and the other was an ordinary police academy student whose name you don't remember, who would you choose?"

That's definitely a future.

Since the sniper skills of the two classmates cannot be confirmed, they can only judge based on their past abilities. Zhu Fu Jingguang will choose a future.

"Good vision, I have always been good at shooting, and I always kill with a single shot," Miku Ichijo praised himself seriously, and then added, "1. If you trust me, you will choose me as a sniper, OK,"

"2. I will choose you as a sniper. I trust you, OK."

"1=2, a perfect equation."

He concluded, "I trust you, Zhufu-san."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

Mirai Ichijo knew the intensity of his 'trust', and Zhufu Jingguang also knew the authenticity of this 'trust', but he said nothing, no refutation, no agreement, he just smiled.

After laughing for about a minute, he reluctantly stopped and imitated a relaxed tone from the future, "OK."

"I understand, you trust me, future classmate."

"I rarely see people like you," he said, "but I like him very much."

There's something wrong with you.

On the surface, he looks gentle and good-tempered, but secretly he likes to be a cold-blooded guy who is somewhat ruthless, so there is a high probability that he is somewhat cold-blooded.

A future slanderer spoke seriously again: "Okay, it's my turn."

"Zhufu-san, do you like cow cats?"

He was very serious and said, "I think cow cats are very suitable for you."

Zhu Fu Jingguang reacted, "Cow cat...?"

Soon, he realized: Crazy?
"Has this comment been said to you by others?" He smiled helplessly and retorted, "I don't think so."

I'm not saying that I don't look like a cow cat, but I'm saying, "You don't look like a cow cat at all."

The reason is simple, “You are not black and white.”

But a streak of white that is dazzling and admirable.

Ashy white.

"However," Zhufu Jingguang paused and said with a smile, "I agree with Matsuda-san's assessment."

Matsuda Jinpei's evaluation?
A memory from the future surged, and the specific situation quickly flashed out: The bored Matsuda Jinpei sent a boring animal photo to a boring group, and boringly meant that he was a fox dog with a black heart. .

Tsk, boring.

"You're so bored," he stood up and patted his legs, "Okay, it's time to go out."

Zhu Fu Jingguang then stood up: "What?"

A few seconds later, he heard faint footsteps.

The footsteps came from far and near. They were the footsteps of a group of people. They were a group of police officers. They were talking in low voices as they walked and came in a hurry.

One of them, whom Zhu Fu Jingguang had seen, was the police officer who opened the door when he was released from the isolation room.

(End of this chapter)