Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 183 Let’s move together
A future in the coffee shop.

The glass in the cafe was transparent, and he sat by the window. With just a glance, he could see the main entrance of the restaurant and the flow of people coming and going. Naturally, he witnessed the arrival and return of the FBI investigators.

I also witnessed Shuichi Akai acting alone.

He laughed, picked up the hot coffee, took a regretful sip, and commented, "The second time we met, he turned out to be a capable guy. He actually got rid of the burden. It's a pity."

It's a pity that the aura of FBI on his body is too strong. Even if he has never met Akai Shuichi, Mirai Ichijo will react the moment he sees him.

Sitting on the other side of the seat was a haggard lady about 26 years old with wavy dark golden hair. She had her head hanging down and had been drinking coffee quietly until the silence spread until the coffee was about to bottom out. He whispered awkwardly: "You, you mean, my husband is a murderer?"

She finished the coffee in one breath, "This is impossible, I'm sorry, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore, sir."

As he said that, he stood up and left.

Ichijo Mirai frowned, swallowed the steaming sip of sour pot water-flavored coffee, happily let go of the coffee, relaxed his body and leaned back on the sofa.

He smiled and nodded, saying: Please do it.

The blonde lady did not move. She stood stiffly. There was a huge flow of blue information crisscrossing around her body, like a huge open spider web. Every joint of her body was wrapped with several blue threads. Spider silk is like a puppet being manipulated on a stage.

Some of the 'spider threads' are all kinds of concerns, and the final ending is: leaving.

The other part of the 'spider thread' is still full of worries, and the final ending is: stay.

Two parts of slender blue text prompts were swirled and intertwined. Under the smiling gaze of a future, the result finally appeared: the blond lady sat down.

She sat stiffly, and after a moment she whispered: "He is an FBI."

"Many times," Ichijo Mirai still smiled, like a psychiatrist talking to a patient, like the blond lady did not struggle to leave but decided to stay for a while, "the depravity of law enforcement is often more profound. It’s a pity, isn’t it?”

He picked up the coffee and lightly sniffed it with his nose. He put it back without drinking it. "What's more, everything was foreshadowed. My father has always been a clear role model who is respected by his children."

The blond lady was silent again, and after a moment she said, "You know a lot."

"I know a friend who is willing to help others," Miku Ichijo admitted with a nod. "As soon as we became friends, he enthusiastically told me everything. When he knew that I was depressed about something, he decisively attacked me. It took just one afternoon to collect a list of people who had resigned from the FBI in recent years."

Simple translation: Mirai Yiyi saw an FBI investigator, Mirai Yiyi bravely went up to him, Mirai Yiyi gained a cute dog-tailed friend who can see the inside information of the FBI, Mirai Yiyi was a big success!

Hardworking people will always gain something, and those who work hard will always succeed in the future.

He said: "I am very sad to see your unfortunate situation."

"How did the once heroic young lady lawyer fall into such a difficult situation? Her husband, who thinks she is an elite FBI agent with the same views, is actually a criminal, and you have no evidence whatsoever,"

"It's so heartbreaking."

Blonde lady: "..."

Outside the window, on the street not far away, Akai Shuichi put down his mobile phone, raised his head and stared at it, "..."

Mirai Ichijo smiled at the blond lady, and then at Shuichi Akai, and slowly speculated, "I guess you noticed the disgusting side under the skin of your honorable husband, is..."

The information flow on the blond woman's body was like a snake that had been alerted, flowing rapidly. Various words passed through each other. Some words were inferred from the body language analysis of the blond woman, and some words were obtained from FBI files and recent newspapers. Important sentences taken from above.

"An ordinary day and an ordinary interaction made you smell the unfamiliar and trembling smell of blood." "I guess it was when you were on vacation in September this year?"

The blond lady was silent for a few seconds and nodded, "He went out to buy some things, but came back after a long time. He said that the car broke down on the way and it took a long time to repair it. He also showed me his hands stained with gasoline. ,"

"But when I hugged him, I smelled blood and saw swab-like blood stains behind his ears."

"...When I came back from vacation, I saw the news about the murder."

"But you didn't find any evidence," Ichichi Mirai said. He sat up straight and put his elbow on the table. "And after that, I smelled the smell of blood many times."

"I guess the most recent one was fifteen days ago."

"Yes," the blond lady looked up, paused, and did not ask how Ichichi knew the future. She only asked, "Who are you? From the CIA? From the FSB? MI6?"

"What international case is he involved in?"

Then he withdrew, "Forget it, you don't have to tell me."

"I will cooperate with you. Do you want to help me find evidence of crime, or do you want me to help steal things? If it is the latter, I need you to do the former."

To be able to know so many things, to know everything about the blond lady and her husband as if he were present at the scene, he is definitely not an ordinary person. There must be a huge intelligence system behind him, and there is a high probability that he is a spy on a mission.

The blonde woman surmised.

This kind of spy could actually target her husband. She thought it might be because of the FBI profession, or it might be because her husband accidentally got involved in some secrets when he went out to commit crimes.

Most likely a military secret.

Mirai Ichijo smiled. He did not agree or deny. He only said: "In another 30 years, if you are more ruthless, you can easily investigate the secrets of every passerby."

This is the lovely thing about the information age.

He calmly explained why he told the exact time: "The newspaper published a case of a missing red-haired woman."

"A serial disappearance case of red-haired women that lasted for several years. Bodies occasionally appeared, but most of the missing persons disappeared without a trace."

The blond lady's breath paused for a few moments and she frowned fiercely.

"Don't turn your head, just stare at me," Ichijo Mirai blinked one eye, a little narrowly, "The FBI man who found me, found me, found me, found me, so the FBI man who looked at me openly seemed to think that I was intimidating him. You have been staring at me coldly,"

"Oops, the anger level seems to be approaching [-],"

It's time to retreat.

"By the way, in your opinion, there is no basement in your home, right? In fact, there is. If you knock on the ground, you might be able to find some magical evidence." He stood up, "Remember to reinstate yourself after solving the case, barrister, we This business needs you,"

"Goodbye."

Mirai Ichijo and Shuichi Akai started moving together.

(End of this chapter)