Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 215 Can you stop stressing...

The holiday villa is independent and connected to the outside world only by a suspension bridge.

The suspension bridge was broken, which meant one thing: they couldn't get out.

At least I can't get out in the short term. If I want to get out, I can only repair the suspension bridge or climb over the mountains and groping through the jungle from the other side. I don't know how long it will take.

Suzuki Sonoko had specifically checked this villa in advance and knew this, so she was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"

There was still light snow floating in the sky, bringing a bit of a bone-chilling chill.

Mirai walked down the stairs.

But he did not leave the villa, and had no intention of walking to the suspension bridge to check for traces. Instead, he bypassed the door where the cold wind blew directly, entered the kitchen, and asked casually without looking back: "Do you want some hot water?" ?”

Almost everyone else went out, only Suzuki Sonoko was still there.

"I'll see if I can find some tea or coffee."

It's so cold. Ichigo Mirai's feeling of having his head turned over and over by tentacles has not completely subsided. When he breathes in the cold air, he always has a subtle feeling of cooling in his head.

Suzuki Sonoko looked outside the villa, then looked at the kitchen, and followed her blankly, "W-want it,"

"I can drink anything... By the way, I remember there seems to be sugar in the cupboard."

She dug out the sugar bowl and looked at the door of the villa from the kitchen door, "I'll call Xiaolan and the others back later."

I was frightened just now. It would be better to drink some hot water.

Ichijo Mirai didn't care what he drank. He cleaned several cups, added a few spoons of sugar to them, washed them with hot water, picked up a cup himself, and gently stirred with a spoon to dispel the heat of the hot water. meaning, "but,"

He reminded, "It seems that there is one,"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head keenly and looked toward the stairs along the open door of the kitchen.

A short-haired woman came down the stairs. It was the screenwriter Chikako Ikeda who had been absent just now.

She looked a little impatient, and walked down the stairs while holding on to the handrail, and slowly yawned. She frowned and glanced outside the villa, then looked at the kitchen, wondering, "What's wrong?"

"Why have they been noisy since the beginning? What have they been doing? Why are they gathering around the suspension bridge?"

Chikako Ikeda looked unhappy, "Really."

A future: "..."

How are you still alive?

...Why hasn't the murderer killed anyone yet? The efficiency is too low...

You have time to attack a customer who accidentally discovered your true figure, but don’t have time to kill your target? !

The fact that Chikako Ikeda was still alive symbolized the serious inefficiency of the murderer, which was really beyond Ichijo's future expectations. He looked at it a few more times, looking at it with the eyes of a lucky person who had managed to survive under the hands of a useless colleague, and then took it back. He looked away and withdrew his reminder, "It's nothing."

He said: "No one has died so far. It seems that Mr. Mr. Bandage Monster has not succeeded yet."

Alas, why do you look so anxious that you are afraid that your murderous behavior will be exposed?

"Next," Ichijo Mirai casually said nonsense that everyone knows, "as long as everyone sticks together, no matter whether Mr. Bandage Weird Man is among us or not, there is a high probability that we will not meet him. to danger,”

"Unless he chooses to confront a group of people directly."

Translated by Sonoko Suzuki: Don't worry, we are safe.

She immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good." Then she turned to Chikako Ikeda and briefly talked about the development and conclusion of the matter.

While sharing information, others came back one after another and shared the same situation: the suspension bridge had been cut off.

The person who shared the information was Conan. He said: "There are many ax marks on the wooden piles of the suspension bridge, and the suspension bridge completely fell off directly from our end. Together with the ax marks, it proves that someone chopped it off at our end. suspension bridge,"

This explains one more thing: "There are only two possibilities now. One, the bandage weirdo is among us, in this villa."

"Two, the bandage weirdo is not among us, but he is also near the villa."

Conan spoke with an extremely serious expression, and the adults around him couldn't help but hold their breath and look at him, listening carefully.

Their attitude is like that of a detective, not a child. Conan doesn't look like a child. He looks like a mature adult, but his appearance is that he is only seven or eight years old, just a primary school student.

Ichijo Mirai looked over and took a sip of hot water thoughtfully: Can a kid mature so early?

Geniuses are always unreasonable. It is normal to have gifted children. Ichijo Mirai will not look like a child when he is six or seven years old.

But in this world where the police are useless, the FBI is useless, criminals are useless, ordinary people are also a little useless, almost all of them are useless, this kind of genius child is simply more obvious than the sun in the sky, with a bright and clear presence.

Conan had just finished speaking and looked at Mirai Ichijo who was drinking hot water thoughtfully.

In the first second, he reacted.

The second second, the third second, the cold hair that stood up due to the sudden attack stood up for the second time. He almost instinctively touched the back of his head and laughed dryly, "Ah haha, didn't I look like that just now?" Detective?"

"Isn't that right, Sister Xiaolan," Conan shook the hand held by Mao Lilan and himself a few times, his eyes lit up and his tone was proud, "I deliberately imitated Uncle Mao Li's appearance when he solved the case."

"Isn't he handsome?"

Don't say it, it's more like it.

It's more like the instinctive reaction of adults when they are embarrassed.

Mirai Ichijo narrowed his eyes and looked at the others.

No one else seemed to notice anything strange. Mao Lilan rolled his eyes, his worried expression softened a little, showed gentleness, and coaxed the child along with Conan's words in a low voice.

Suzuki Sonoko's attention was not on Conan at all, and other people who met Conan for the first time just looked helpless, as if they were helpless at the childishness and the fact that she had just listened carefully to the analysis of a child.

Even Takahashi Ryoichi had no special reaction.

The one who reacted the most violently was Chikako Ikeda.

She became a little angry and said, "Tsk, what are you doing?"

I don’t know whether it was because the conversation in the afternoon was unpleasant, or because I was interrupted, or because I felt that the bandage weirdo was too outrageous, or because I thought that just now I unconsciously listened carefully to the words of a little devil, which was very inconsistent with my current status as a great writer. Identity, in short, she seemed to have a tendency to be annoyed, "Okay, stop doing some messy things,"

Chikako Ikeda turned around impatiently and went upstairs, leaving a sentence in the distance, "I contacted other people before coming here and asked someone to pick me up early tomorrow morning."

"It doesn't matter if the suspension bridge is broken. Someone will come tomorrow anyway. Just ask them to call the police then."

She stopped at the corner of the stairs, looked down coldly, and raised the corners of her lips with some disdain, "Don't panic so much when something happens, even a child can boss you around, tsk."

Conan: "..."

Can you stop stressing...

(End of this chapter)