Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 171: So Kexue

The party villa is in the mountains.

The villa is inaccessible to vehicles and can only be reached by following an overgrown path through the jungle.

There is a wooden suspension bridge in front of the villa. The suspension bridge is about five or six meters long, and underneath it is a cliff with an invisible bottom.

In the game, the future would be so high and low that one could see how deep it was without being able to see the bottom, but now in reality, he could only regretfully turn the bracelet on his hand and step onto the wooden suspension bridge.

The system has a slight objection, [Can you stop transferring me?I'm a little dizzy. 】

Dizzy, it’s better to be dizzy.

Although it's easy to say it regardless of whether it's fainted or not, if the system is stunned and quilted, Mirai Ichichi can still pretend that it is debuffed and has lost its mind, and find reasons for it.

"Don't disturb my thoughts," Yiyi Yifu gathered his thoughts, "I have been thinking about one thing since I was invited, but every time I think about it and just want to say it, I forget it. I was thinking..."

He controlled his mind to be blank, not thinking about what he said, and said everything he wanted to say in one breath, "The last one-time case encounter has exposed the connection between games and reality. I use I encountered a one-time case, but I didn’t meet it in the game, but I met it in reality.”

"This wooden bridge looks really suitable for murder and arson..."

"As long as a wide range of signal jammers are deployed around the villa, the phone lines of the villa are cut off, all the tools are taken away, and the bridge is burned, the entire villa will be unable to escape by jumping over the six-meter-wide cliff. They can only behave obediently. Waiting to die.”

"If there are many people, they will fight for a while and kill each other before they die."

Mirai Ichijo stopped in front of the villa and sighed, "What a suitable place for a case to happen."

The classic Blizzard Villa mode can be easily achieved.

The system didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that if it made a sound, Ichijo would think of the words he had just said and ignored them in the future. After a while, he chirped in agreement: "You're right,"

[But you are here to attend a party. Isn’t that a bad guess? 】

Isn't it bad to read the script like this?
Mirai Ichijo didn't care much, "Blizzard Villa is nothing. I must be the last one to die."

He reached out and pressed the doorbell.

The crisp doorbell rang, and vague footsteps came. The footsteps were very cheerful. The visitor opened the door almost before the doorbell rang, "Mr. Future!"

It was Sonoko Suzuki who opened the door.

"He's finally here," she picked up Conan from the ground without looking back, and held it up happily, like a hunter showing off his prey, "Just in time, Xiaolan and the others have just arrived, and we are all here."

"Clang clang!"

"Look, Conan!"

Conan: "..."

He seemed caught off guard, shocked and confused. His supported arms moved and his legs kicked in the air a few times. It looked very much like the helpless struggle of prey.

Suzuki Sonoko was very bright and her tone was particularly cheerful, "You asked specifically about the child!"

Conan again: "..."

A future: "..."

He lowered his head and looked at Conan, who was almost as tall as Suzuki Sonoko. He rarely smiled and let his eyes and mouth curve downward to show that he was really not smiling. "Hello, we meet again, little friend. .”

Conan continued: "..."

He gave up struggling, his eyes turned into beady eyes, "You are holding back your laughter."

"Sure enough," Mirai Ichijo praised, "Hello, Miss Mori."

Mao Lilan stood a few steps away, her expression hesitant to speak. She seemed to want to get into the basement. When she heard the greeting, she helplessly touched her forehead and said, "Hello."

"What a coincidence. Conan and I have just arrived and haven't had time to choose a room yet." She reached out and took Conan's hand. "Everyone else has already chosen a room. Do you want to go up and choose a room?"

Suzuki Sonoko said: "The villa has several floors and a lot of rooms."

"I asked someone to clean it in advance," she was well prepared. "The beds and quilts in each room are new."

Mirai Ichijo was the last to arrive.

Before coming to the villa, he already knew it. He watched some people enter. Now he nodded without changing his expression and followed Suzuki Sonoko's words to compliment him, "Miss Suzuki is very considerate. Originally, I was worried that the mountain villa would be a bit... Necessary uncleanness,” “Then choose a room first.”

They walked to the second floor.

There are many rooms on the second floor, and each one has its door closed. You can't tell which room is occupied or empty by just standing outside.

"I have been downstairs, and I don't know what room they chose," Suzuki Sonoko said. "But I have given them the key. They are resting, so they should have locked the door."

In other words, “Any room that is not locked is unoccupied.”

"Would you like to take a look inside the room before choosing?"

After all, it is a villa, not a hotel, and each room is different.

"No need," Mao Li Lancong' clang clang clang!Please take a look!Conan! ', having a deeper understanding of Suzuki Sonoko's current cheerfulness and knowing how to read the air, "Conan and I can just choose a room."

She looked around and selected the first room on the second floor, which was also the room closest to her. "Ah, this is the room."

'Me and Conan'.

Ichijo Mirai looked over after hearing the sound, glanced down at Conan, and carefully observed the child's age: he looked six or seven years old.

Although he is still young, he is already sensible.

It's not very good to live with a young girl who is not related by blood.

He considered his tone and said with a smile: "Conan has... this year..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mao Lilan, who opened the door casually, stunned, and his face instantly turned red, "Yes, I'm sorry!"

There is someone in the room.

A tall, thin young man. He was standing at the end of the bed changing clothes. He was not wearing anything on his upper body. He seemed to be in good shape, with strong muscles and some abdominal muscles.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked at it blankly, covering his body with his clothes in a panic.

Mao Lilan was even more panicked. She apologized loudly and quickly closed the door. Her face was so red that it almost erupted. It seemed that she not only wanted to get into the cracks in the ground, but was really about to take action.

So, she turned around urgently, looked at the room opposite, and pulled it away, "Then this one! I'll go back to the room first... I'm sorry!!!"

The door of the second room was opened, and there was someone there too.

It was an equally young male who was also changing his clothes.

This young man's face looks chubby, but his body is surprisingly thin. The bed in front of him is piled with clothes that have been changed and those that have not yet been put on. There are many things, some of which are piled on top of each other.

A bandage was exposed among the pile of clothes.

The young man turned around when he heard the sound, his expression slightly changed.

Mirai Ichijo looked at him for a second.

Mao Lilan slammed the door urgently, "I'm really sorry!"

She lowered her head, looking like she was really looking for a crack in the ground where she could bury herself. She hurriedly opened the third door, wanting to rush into the room to calm down as soon as possible.

Then: "...I'm sorry!"

In the third room, a long-haired man was changing clothes.

A future: "..."

Why are you changing clothes...

Why don't you lock the door when changing clothes...

Aren't you afraid that the police will kick down the door and swarm in?
Oh wait, ordinary people don't need to worry about this problem, then it's okay.

But it's still a bit outrageous.

It was so outrageous that he raised his hand, touched the back of his neck which was still hot, and complained in a low voice with no expression on his face: "How scienceful."

(End of this chapter)