Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 22: There are so many undercover agents that I can’t finish them on one page.

Vodka shut up.

When a person is a bit outrageous, it will arouse other people's emotions of rejection, resistance, disgust and jealousy. This is human nature.

But when a person is too outrageous, all negative emotions will be completely cleansed, leaving only awe.

Death's knock on the door is outrageous, vodka is in awe, and as a black man who often comes into close contact with death and is injured from time to time, and knows the injury situation better than ordinary people, he has no big problem with a future blood loss of less than 1700ml. 'The understanding will be clearer.

To give an example that normal people can understand, when a person hangs himself and kicks off the stool, someone hears the sound and screams. The hanger calmly comforts him, saying, "It's okay, I just went up and I'm not dead yet. You go out first, 2 minutes." Just come in and scream once more.'

outrageous.

"And I don't have any big wounds on my body," Ichigo Mirai casually leaned against the car window, memorizing the route, "I'm not good at shooting, but I am good at being shot. The counterattacks of those 'police officers' are nothing. Talking about bullets, they didn’t even leave me a penetrating wound souvenir.”

He turned his head again, looked in the rearview mirror, and accurately met Vodka's gaze, "By the way, Gin said those were not police officers, but members of the organization."

"You're familiar with the route to that residential area," he stated matter-of-factly, "and you're familiar with my safe house."

Vodka reacted: 'My safe house' refers to the meeting place between him and a future, which now belongs to a future.

"How strange," Ichijo Mirai combed through the suspicious points and suggested bit by bit, "Those guys were lurking nearby in advance. They were pretending to be ordinary citizens. Most of the guns they carried were police guns. As soon as they saw me, they Attack and have strong hostility towards me."

"I'm a member of the organization."

"Gin said that they are also members of the organization, and that you are familiar with the neighborhood."

He repeated, "How strange."

"Do you have any clues?"

This isn't asking 'Do you have any idea? ’, which is asking, ‘Apart from your neck, do you have anywhere else to put your head? '.

Vodka: "..."

At this moment, he wanted to say to Gin: "Brother, rabies needs to be cured. If it is not cured, people will die. It really needs to be cured."

Mirai Ichijo: "No?"

He nodded and gestured politely as if he were participating in a discussion, "Since you don't say anything, then I will tell you my speculation?"

"I'm sorry in advance, maybe it's something you don't like to hear."

In just a short period of getting along, Ichijo Mirai has already begun to understand vodka: he has a good temper and is easy to talk to.

He was so talkative that if Ichijo Mirai asked for anything, he would respond without hesitation, even if he hesitated, it would only last for three seconds at most.

There are not many NPCs with this kind of good temper. Although it is a pity that they cannot drop rubles, they can get the drops from another angle. Ichijo Mirai decided to exploit him.

Crush like sugar cane.

"Yes!" Vodka Sugarcane said immediately, and the car shook excitedly. He quickly stabilized the car, "Because, because..."

Can't be honest.

You can't tell the truth now, otherwise the newcomer who just killed everyone in all directions and incarnated as the God of Death and ticked off a whole page of dead people will tick off his name as well while it's hot.

But you can't tell all lies. If there are too many discrepancies, not only will Gin be dissatisfied, but the god of death may also come back to mention his name again.

In the flash of lightning, Vodka gritted his teeth, "The organization's intelligence has been leaked!"

He vowed: "The police have also been aware of Taro Yamada's matter."

He also revealed a piece of new information, "When people in the organization rescued you in time, the police came to your door after receiving an alarm from nearby neighbors. They didn't pay much attention during the investigation. They only judged that a black man came to your door based on the gun and bullet model." Seeking revenge.”

Taro Yamada managed to escape. "But it's so strange," Vodka looked carefully at the rearview mirror. "The information shows that your parents are very famous. Some alumni of the same class as them even became police directors, and there are other very outstanding elites. Therefore, someone I sensed something was wrong.”

What followed was serious nonsense, "There was a police undercover agent in the organization, and they found out that the organization planned to attack Taro Yamada, so they laid an ambush in advance."

Very good bullshit.

Mirai Ichijo leaned against the window, his red eyes staring at the vodka, "However, some of them have no fingerprints and their faces are hidden."

Who would deliberately erase their fingerprints and hide their appearance?

[-] was not a time when fingerprint systems were popularized. If you needed to erase your fingerprints at this time, you must be a major criminal.

"The remaining people have not received systematic training, and their counterattacks are haphazard. They don't have the distinctive smell of spicy pepper in their bodies."

He asked again: "Do you have any clues?"

Vodka: "..."

"Moreover," Mirai Ichichi said slowly, "They tried to cooperate in the process."

Vodka seen.

Between the time when Ichimei started knocking on the door and took away the first few households, and when some members of the organization collapsed and called the police, some members of the organization who heard the noise tried to unite to resist.

The members of the organization rarely meet each other, and their cooperation is not a tacit understanding, but they are all ruthless black guys. After getting along for three more days, they havetily cooperated in front of dangerous enemies, which is still a bit of a deterrent.

The vines were as thick as an adult's arm, intertwined and intertwined in layers, making one's scalp numb at the sight.

But a future...

The reason why Vodka is so discerning is because the future is a human being, a human being who can use tools.

Facing the vines, he was like a human holding a sharp sword, easily cutting off all obstacles that blocked his steps.

"They don't look like the police."

"Could it be that," a future tone standard added unhurriedly, "are they all undercover police officers within the organization?"

"That's why he looks like a wanted criminal."

Vodka looked at the rearview mirror with his red eyes that seemed to have discovered prey. He felt that the guy behind him was like a poisonous snake waiting to strike. He was a little shaken and said, "..."

Do you want to tell the truth?
Considering that there were only himself and Mirai Ichiyo in the car, which was seriously unsafe, he gritted his teeth and decided to save his life first: "...Yes, yes."

"They're all undercover."

Mirai Ichijo: "Huh?"

He smiled, and his red eyes became a little moister. He looked less like a snake and more like a cunning fox. "Are there actually so many undercover agents in the organization?"

"Registering those guys on the roll call would probably take more than one page. Is it just Tokyo, and there are so many undercover police officers?"

This is slander.

Organizations don’t have so many rats.

Which organization has an undercover agent who can't finish a page?It's too useless.

Vodka said sincerely, "Yes."

　You say so? Curacao ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)