Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 179 Randomly select a lucky person
new York.

The remaining snow of Thanksgiving Day was still falling in the sky. The dog-tailed waiter walked through the hotel carrying breakfast. Finally, he cautiously stopped at the door of the presidential suite and knocked: "My lord?"

In the suite, a tired voice sounded like a human just waking up, "Come in."

Enter with caution.

He stared intently at the few steps in front of his feet, walked all the way to the sofa, sat down on his knees obediently, and began to lay out breakfast.

Breakfast is a classic American breakfast, with hot coffee, bright omelettes, bacon, bread, and pizza.

There was a pile of newspapers on the table, some of which were a whole stack of newspapers, and some of which were cut with scissors. The scraps of paper were scattered everywhere, making it look very messy.

Inuo carefully placed the plate without oil stains on the pile of newspapers, took the coffee over, and then carefully shifted his gaze to look at Mirai Ichijo on the sofa, "What's wrong with you, sir?"

There is a projector in the room, and a dead body is projected on it.

The time is marked below: six o'clock three.

This represents the time of the last page turn. Every time the page is turned, the time in the lower right corner of the projector will be refreshed to the page turn time. The time will not be refreshed until the page is turned again.

The time now is six thirteen, which means: "Are you still not asleep?"

The dog's tail looked at its nose and nose with its ears, and its eyes fell on a future leg, and cautiously advised: "Sir, are you feeling a little uncomfortable...?"

He whispered, "You haven't slept for four or five days. You should pay more attention to your health."

Mirai Ichijo was rubbing his eyebrows and reacted when he heard this, "Have you not slept in almost five days?"

"No wonder I can have the illusion that my brain is moving," he said the scary words with a deadpan expression, "but my headache is not because I didn't sleep."

It doesn't hurt anymore now, the painkillers are working.
"It's because I met a bitch,"

He smiled politely and said, "He is doing it for my own good, and he keeps saying that as long as I live, and he even says some nonsense like 'overturn the draft and talk to me sincerely', but in fact every word is adding more words to my mind. A piece of wood that can’t think, a piece of shit that makes my head spin.”

...If you have the ability, don’t just say things that you can’t think about so accurately!

What is meant by 'overturning the draft'? It's obviously just following the draft accurately and making your head dizzy step by step!
"If you don't tell me the exact time, place, person, and event, you can just be happy and do whatever you want." It's completely because you don't trust your own character!

How come some people don’t even believe in themselves?Can't you just let yourself play with the things you care about?Just playing for a while!

Can such a guy actually find a lover?Who is so miserable that he is blind?

Revenge, definitely revenge!

Every piece of firewood stuffed into my brain was just right, making me feel even more dizzy. Is it definitely an unpleasant revenge for having to completely erase a memory of my own?
Or maybe you think that 'if you lose your memory, you will definitely make fun of it, which will mess up the mentality of the people you care about when you lose your memory', so you take revenge in advance!

……

The words spoken about 'Ichijo Future' are becoming blurred every sentence, as if they have been brewing for a long time and are disappearing silently.

Mirai Ichijo forced himself to complain about the last sentence, "What's 'as long as I live'? It sounds like it's for my own good. In fact, it's because I'm sure that as long as I live, I can achieve some of the results I want, right?"

"'In order to live, I can die appropriately' should be changed to 'In order to achieve the ending you want, I can die appropriately to achieve a happy ending', right?"

damn thing.

It’s okay to play with your brothers, but don’t play with yourself!
He calmed down, "Have I not slept for almost five days?"

"I see," Ichijo Mirai nodded deeply, "No wonder he wanted to find someone to make him unlucky."

For example, gin, such as gin, and then gin.

He smelled the greasy smell of breakfast and the bitter smell of coffee on the table, and clearly felt his eyebrows twitching. He guessed that it must be painful because of the strong smell, so he frowned, "The smell is too strong, take it off." .”

"Change a cup of boiled water."

"You haven't slept in almost five days," the Inu Tail waiter could only put away the dinner plate, but was really worried, "You haven't eaten much in the meantime, sir..." Who would waste game time on eating and sleeping?

Might as well pick up trash.

Mirai Ichijo said noncommittally, "I want hot water."

He lowered his head and rummaged through the newspapers on the table, weighing the weight of these unsolved cases. "It lasted ten months. Three people died in the first five months. Recently, the death toll has become more frequent."

"It was a bar case that lasted six months, the murderer had not yet become bold, and had not committed crimes at a high frequency,"

"An ax case that lasted two months and killed three people,"

"Newly reported casino cases,"

Hot water was delivered quickly.

Ichijo Mirai took it, drank a few sips carelessly, put down the cup, and patted the Inuo waiter on the face with the back of his hand, "Don't worry, I won't report you to the FBI after I'm arrested,"

"As long as you are useful."

The dog-tailed waiter kept his head still so that Mirai Ichijo could take a picture of him, but his eyes shook, "L-caught?"

He asked urgently: "Have the FBI people arrived yet?!"

"James disclosed your matter to the FBI?!" His face darkened, and his face was slightly distorted, "Sir, you shouldn't be so kind, you should..."

James?
Oh, that little cutie who gave warmth to the FBI on Thanksgiving.

Mirai Ichijo said nothing, didn't even move his eyes, and was still looking at the newspaper in his hand. He patted the Inutail waiter's face again as a warning.

The dog-tailed waiter immediately fell silent.

"Is there another case in the early morning?" Mirai Ichijo asked, "The FBI will be responsible."

"It's time to go home."

The FBI, the taste of home, and the international roving criminals all agree that they should be put in prison. Mirai Ichichi takes it for granted, "I can't live in jail this time. I have to find a way to find someone to take advantage of."

You have to find someone with high authority and ability.

Without a high position, it is impossible to protect a criminal.

Without ability, you cannot save your life from a future man.

"Back, go home?"

The dog-tailed waiter's mind turned around, around, and again, "Are you going to deliberately fall into the hands of the FBI...?"

The police undercover demanded so.

Mirai Ichijo originally planned to go after having enough fun, but 'Mirai Ichijo' asked again...

Fine.

He retorted casually, "How can you say it was intentional? It was obvious that the FBI elite fought with me for [-] rounds. In the end, by luck, they got the better of me and successfully arrested me. They also showed sympathy to me and felt that the FBI was full of trash. He was so desperate that he decided to fish me out and become his partner."

Except for the last half sentence, everything is familiar.

He turned over a newspaper, "However, before that, I have to screen and select the most suitable partner. My dear partner will have to suffer some minor setbacks first."

"Who could be so lucky?"

　Cat and mouse game
　　I would like to invite Mr. Shuichi Akai, who won the 300 million grand prize, are you happy? x
　　ps: Let’s discuss it all, no personal attacks.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)