Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 196 Sign Language
The entire class file was retrieved more than 20 days ago. Calculating the time, it was about the time when Mirai Ichijo stretched out his hand to help his classmates complete the cross-country run for the first time.

The time to retrieve individual student files was yesterday afternoon.

There is also a line of smaller handwriting on one side of each retrieval record, marking the file shelf number and layer number.

Mirai Ichijo stared at those lines of writing.

Matsuda Jinpei was staring at the last retrieval record, and read the five names on it once in a somewhat unbelievable way, then a second time, and then a third time, even more unbelievably: "Huh?"

"Where's 'Kujo Mirai'? Why didn't you adjust your file?!"

Starting from the second classroom to the last classroom, it is basically the area of ​​the archives room. The walls between classrooms are opened and filled with iron file racks one after another.

The gap between the iron frames is so small that one person can barely fit inside.

There were already people in the archives room. Not far away, a touch of gold poked out from the densely packed file racks, "You are here."

It's down to zero.

He walked towards the door, put the five folders in his hand on the table, and said briefly: "These are our files,"

The folder is blue, and there is a rectangular piece of paper attached to the upper part of the middle. On it is a printed name in bold letters.

"Maybe it's because we just entered school not long ago, and the files in our files are almost all personal information, which is very simple. The results of the training some time ago are all included in the class files, and there are no more than [-] copies to be put in the personal files. There are other things in the file," Fangtani Rei frowned, "The last page is blank, with official and private seals on it."

The top document belongs to Jiang Gu Ling, he said as he opened the folder and turned to the last page to show them.

It was a complete page of white paper, A4 size, printed with red. The red was faintly divided into rows and left and right. The first seal mark at the top was that of Onitsuka Yazo, and further to the right was an unfamiliar name. , there are also some unfamiliar names further down, but the last one is the official seal of the Tokyo Police Department.

"There is also an official seal from the police."

Fangtani Ling pointed, his brows still furrowed, "The last pages of these five files all look like this. They should have been stamped yesterday, but,"

He looked at Ichijo Mirai, "Without you."

"It's not that your file doesn't have an official seal, it's that you don't have a file,"

"I just searched the nearby file racks and couldn't find your file."

It's definitely not that there really is no file, but who took it away. Matsuda Jinpei reacted and took a good guess first, "What department transferred it for inspection?"

For example, Souyi?

Because Ichijo's performance in the future was too good, the people from Souyi wanted to directly recruit him into Souyi. They were discussing and decided to be on the safe side, so they first checked the information to see how his abilities were in other aspects.

Since it didn't follow the rules, it didn't leave any trace in the register, which seems to make sense.

But after only speaking for a second, Matsuda Jinpei overturned, "Our files now only have some personal information, not even training records. There is no need to secretly adjust the personal information, right? Just transfer the training information in the class file."

Where did that future file go?
One can probably speculate about the future: 90.00% of it is because his identity is of great concern to the police, so even some files with only brief personal information cannot be placed in such a file room with almost zero guard strength.

He was a little uninterested. He glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang along the line of sight, and then became slightly more interested. He casually said, "Maybe I took it away when I adjusted the class file last time. I still have it now." "I didn't put it back, so I didn't retrieve the records." "Can I see it?"

This is asking Zhu Fu Jingguang.

It’s asking: ‘There is personal information on the file, can I see your file? ’

It’s asking: ‘You said you trust me, will you let me see your file? ’

Still asking: ‘You won’t lie to me again when you tell me about your past, right? ’

…Where does ‘again’ come from?
Zhu Fu Jingguang had never seen his own file. He didn't know what was in the file, whether there were case records, confessions, investigation progress, etc. about his parents' case. He also didn't know if there was anything about his state at the time. He paused for a breath. Nodding in agreement, "Okay."

In the future, I immediately found Zhu Fu Jingguang's information, starting from the first page.

The first page is very unremarkable. It contains basic information such as name, place of origin, height, weight, graduation, school, and relatives. There is only information about one person in the relatives line: a non-professional police officer currently serving in Nagano Prefecture, and others. Fu Jingguang is a brother. He is 28 years old, eight years older than Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Zhu Fu Jingguang mentioned this 'brother', Ichijo Mirai only glanced at him and then looked down.

Below that is the past medical history: [Aphasia, mild amnesia. 】

……what?

No wonder this guy knows sign language.

A future gaze fell on this filled-in past medical history box, staring at the two brief medical histories on it.

Fang Gu Ling looked at Mirai Ichijo and then at Zhu Fu Jingguang, and noticed something subtle: Why didn't Mirai Ichiko call anyone by name, but just asked, "Can I see the file?" Zhu Fu Jingguang defaulted to being here. Ask yourself?
And after he answered in the affirmative, Ichijo Mirai did check it immediately, indicating that he was really asking Fu Jingguang.

But aside from questions and simple eye contact, there’s nothing else to say, right? Why is there such a tacit understanding?

He knew that Zhu Fu Jingguang was more concerned about the future, but he did not expect that in just one month, their relationship would become so good, as if they had a secret that only each other knew, and thus formed a tacit understanding, so he watched them more. Eye.

Zhu Fu Jingguang noticed it, raised his eyes and smiled helplessly, then lowered his gaze to look at the file. He noticed that a future gaze was on the past medical history, and explained in a low voice: "At that time, I was too frightened. Time cannot speak, like a mute, and has forgotten the specific incident of the case,"

"I only slowly remembered it in the past few years."

To be more precise, in the past few months, especially this month in the police academy, Zhu Fu Jingguang spent almost every day "seeing a future during the day, and dreaming back to the crime scene at night."

That special smell that seemed to attract companions made him recall a lot of things.

...such as the murderer's tattoo.

This point is absolutely not found in the file. Zhu Fu Jingguang still lowered his gaze, his eyelids blocking the expression in his eyes, "Because of the experience of aphasia, I can also sign language,"

He said as if joking: "So I am very familiar with many combat terms. When operations must be kept quiet and silent, I can understand the commander's orders immediately and take action."

(End of this chapter)