Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 191 [No.1 IF extra]①
I call it a future, a future of a future.

It's a fake name, but it doesn't matter, it's just fake as long as it's real.

As an ordinary person, an ordinary Neon citizen, I have high respect for the Neon police: when passing the corpse of a police officer, I will resolutely fire thirteen shots.

This has historical roots: when I was seven years old, my parents were shot to death.

They are all police personnel.

After killing my parents, the chubby police officer wanted to kill me. I felt wrong. How could the police kill a child?
So he defeated him with a backhand.

He died and I regretted it.

...This guy's blood really stinks.

It can fly up to three kilometers in the wind, and attack every unsuspecting passerby with precision. It is comparable to a poisonous circle. It can only be said that the fat man of Neon is indeed knowledgeable in terms of lethality.

It smelled so bad that I had no choice but to run away overnight.

I regretted it again.

I only know that in this beacon of freedom, beauty and peace, young children cannot wander alone on the streets, let alone make friends of the same age online for offline play, otherwise they are likely to shout "Oh my God", but I don't know about neon I also have a soft spot for young children, and there were actually many jet-black figures chasing me like crows chasing carrion.

They work harder than the police.

The police were still holding a meeting calmly drinking tea on the [-]st, [-]rd and [-]rd, saying, "This...that...in short...is absolutely not allowed...", but they were already trying to find holes in the [-]th. Pressing harder and harder.

and provided me with a steady and steady source of funding for firearms and ammunition.

He really, I cried to death.

After about five years of this touching, but illegal, unhealthy relationship, the pitch-black crows finally stopped using me for free to clean up their incompetent waste, and a new group of people came to hunt them down. I.

The new batch of people are still jet-black crows, but not completely jet-black. The crow captain has long silver hair that emits sparkling reflections in the sun. One look at it makes people want to pull it.

He looks very young, almost adult, 80.00% a minor.

The silver-haired crow is very sensible. The first thing he did when he took office was to blow up several important buildings, making the police's already small pursuit of me even weaker.

He found me, surrounded me with a group of pitch-black little crows, and said in a leisurely manner that the organization had no malicious intentions. He had been tracking and investigating me and just wanted to invite me to join and asked me if I wanted to join the organization.

ask.

He only asked perfunctorily, and did not tell me about the five insurances and one housing fund, benefits, work, vacation, etc. He also did not show me the contract, and he did not even have the intention to hire a professional lawyer for me.

Still a minor!

Still a minor who issued a recruitment invitation to minors!
I was deeply moved.

Nowadays, when capitalists are getting smarter, there are few cute guys who are so honest about giving generous benefits.

As long as you agree, you can kill him and make a fortune.

So I decisively agreed.

But there is one request: let me pull your hair.

He was really perfunctory with me.

I obviously agreed so decisively, but he reluctantly remained silent for a long time with a cold face before reluctantly agreeing. He didn't give in at all. He was unwilling to let me pull the roots of my hair, and was only willing to let me pull the ends of my hair.

So sad.

That night, heartbroken, I fled all night and built a grave for the cell phone issued by the organization.

Anyone who wants this brick machine can have it, but I don’t want it anyway.

To be honest, I think that my rejection of the organization was a rational decision after repeated deliberation, and I finally decided that the organization was not suitable for me, so I notified the company of my resignation.

But the silver-haired crow thought I was playing tricks on him.

Hey, I just discovered it.

Ah no, come back: sad, how could you slander me like this.

It was the first time I was slandered like this. I was really heartbroken. I didn’t want to see this callous guy again, so I regretfully gave up the fast zero-yuan purchase channel to catch crows to replenish supplies, and instead chose the fast zero-dollar purchase channel:

Robbing other guys with guns.

There are many guys in Tokyo who have guns and ammunition, including powerful black guys and the police. Both of them can become stable channels for supplies.
After careful consideration...

Well, I saw a bird's nest and wanted to reach out and touch it. I met a young man near my 530th house.

He has a gun.

During off-duty hours, he actually carried a gun. As he walked, the gun on his back bulged.

What does it mean?seduce!

This is seducing me!

Is this what young people today use to test people?The test is right!

Alas, I really couldn't do anything about the young man. I couldn't stand a little temptation, so I decided to touch him that night.

The young man was so brittle that he didn't even block a single blow.

To be more precise, I should have given up resistance.

When I climbed in through the bathroom window, strangled his neck, and kindly walked to the mirror to let him see clearly his gradual death, he suddenly stopped struggling and allowed me to exert force again in confusion.

No, Sir, your willpower is so weak?

In the mirror, he looked very funny, his eyes widened due to suffocation, filled with disbelief and trance, and a layer of crystal clearness that quickly spread up.

Looks like a dog.

A dog that has been beaten by its owner, but will still trot to its owner without hesitation the next time he calls, a dog that lingers and accepts its own fate of death.

A little familiar.

It reminds me of me looking down at the three corpses on the ground after I killed the fat police officer. My expression at that time must have been very dark.

So I thought about it, let go of the young man, and asked him to change his expression quickly.

Hmm... I need to state that when I killed someone for the first time, although I didn't look at my own expression, it was definitely not so embarrassed or so funny. I just didn't learn how to manage my expression a little bit, and I was a little rude. By the way, I thought this dog looked familiar.

I decided to teach him, at least to make his bones a little harder. Now he is too soft and he doesn't even dare to resist. It shocked me for 100 years.

When the young man heard this, he was really smart and immediately hardened his bones.

He knelt down on one knee with a strong bone, and his knee touched the floor with a dull collision sound. He said his surname was Inu, and he could be my dog ​​in order to survive. As long as I don't kill him and occasionally tease him and talk to him, he Just be excited to be my dog.

As he spoke, he bent down and pressed his forehead against my shoes, expressing his absolute surrender in the most undignified gesture.

An ID fell out of his arms. It was a police ID. On the police ID, he was serious and wearing a white shirt, just like his face that suddenly turned pale at that time.

I was in awe: Oh, this is a police dog.

No, sir, it’s just talk. You are really just a sir.

After that, the police dog tipped me off.

He truthfully informed me of every arrest made by the police and the actions of the black forces in Tokyo.

I actually don’t need those tips one by one. It’s too easy to guess the police’s movements. When they lie down in their nest and bark quietly, I know whether they want to extend their left paw or their right paw.

But the police dog doesn't know that the police dog is very persistent.

He sent me messages one after another. From the beginning, he used trivial language with three or four greetings in one message. Later, he learned to read the air and almost only sent key messages every time. He persisted for a year or two.

Even though I only replied to three messages in total.

The last time, after he sent the message, he carefully sent another nonsense message and asked me how I was doing recently.

But I didn’t add the customary nonsense of you can go to him if you need it. I happened to be in a good mood, so I happily answered: [The contact person you sent is already in arrears, and I forgot to make up for it later. 】

The police dog was silent.

The police dog charged up a huge amount of money, enough to buy a house in Tokyo.

Of course it is not unusual to buy a house in Tokyo. I have many safe houses, but his "can buy a house in Tokyo" is a real purchase. He pays the money in one hand and the real estate certificate in the other. It is a real purchase that complies with the legal regulations.

He didn't buy a house, he was paying for his phone bill.

I don’t understand, but I’m shocked and confused: Is the police dog planning to buy a kennel on the Internet and become a cyber police dog?

In the 21st century, the Internet is very developed. He bought a house on the Internet so many years in advance. This guy is quite forward-looking.

The police dog does have a forward-looking vision, and there is a reason why he did not go to him if necessary. Soon, I saw him again, on TV.

He emerged as a disgrace to the police.

The news broadcast live the entire process of the police shooting him to death on the street. His face was too ferocious to look like a police dog, but like a mad dog in a dog fighting ring, barking crazily and slanderous words within the police.

Too much like a mad dog, too much like a mad dog.

I watched the TV and meditated, and in the depths of my memory I found a little mad dog who went crazy because of the death of his parents. Suddenly, I remembered why I thought he looked familiar.

Then suddenly, "It turns out to be him."

...It turns out to be him.

In my memory, because the police found the murderer, the little mad dog finally became quiet, whimpered and rubbed against me, staring at me with his wet dog eyes.

To be honest, it's a little annoying, a little disgusting, but also kind of cute.

The TV station probably just thought that the barking of the mad dog was too much to listen to, so it panicked and cut off the live broadcast. The screen returned to the TV station's live broadcast room. After a few minutes, it reconnected and a relevant high-level police officer came up.

The top police officials stated with a serious face that the pursuit of Satan always failed because of undercover agents leaking information and other nonsense. They solemnly declared that after eliminating the bugs within the police, they would be able to successfully catch Satan.

The dog shook his head.

Others who were watching the news couldn't help but be surprised. They were not surprised that the top police officer said such nonsense that dogs would shake their heads after hearing it, nor were they surprised that the top police officer was like a pug. They were surprised: "Mr. Ichijo, the gentleman who was just shot to death is A regular at the bar!”

"Oh, you may not have seen him before. He often comes here when you're not around, and sometimes he even sits where you usually sit. But you've never met him. It's really strange."

"...What's wrong with you, sir?"

I smiled at her, "I remember that you and your brother competed for the family property over the sales of each other's bars, right?"

"Yes," the temporary person in charge of the bar didn't know why, but still smiled brightly, "Thanks to Mr. Ichijo, the turnover in the recent period is really..."

"Give the bar to your brother, for now," I said, "and take it back in three months."

"In recent times, no one dares to drink in bars after ten o'clock."

The temporary manager of the bar's smile stopped suddenly, as if he was suddenly hit by a gun. He still didn't know why, but he was just a little bit frightened.

I am familiar with this kind of panic. It is like sitting comfortably on the sofa at home at seven or eight o'clock in the evening, only to encounter a robber armed with a gun.

I am not a home invasion robber, not at this hour, but, a criminal.

After leaving the bar, I joined the Wuqimahei organization.

The Wuqimahei organization asked me not to call them Wuqimahei. It sounded very provocative, saying that their organization had a serious name, which was Karasuma.

Oh, okay, it's black.

In order to show my sincerity and to show the prestige of the organization, I spent three days cleaning up the Tokyo Police Station.

Instructors at the police academy always say that this class is the worst class they have ever trained. Every officer in the police station has heard this from their instructors and superiors.

This hurts self-esteem and is not very friendly to living people.

Fortunately, no one is left alive in the Tokyo Police Station, so there is no need to worry about self-esteem and face.

Please say thank you to me.

Sorry, forgot that dead people cannot speak.

You're welcome.

:)
　The setting is that the san value will drop to 40 in the next week.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)