Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 227 Racing

Mirai Ichijo took off his telescope and said, "So heroic."

As expected of the FBI.

He recalled Judy's frozen face when she took off the mask, and thought seriously: Could this lady be 'Miss Rabbit'?

The first second he thought seriously, Mirai Ichichi paused.

The second he thought seriously, Mirai Ichijo shook his shoulders.

After thinking seriously for the third second, Mirai Ichijo gave up decisively and touched the back of his neck with his hand uncomfortably, "Forget it."

It was okay to think seriously when he didn't see Judy, but he had just seen Judy one second and was thinking about this kind of thing the next second, which made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

With some resistance, rejection, and reluctance, one day I no longer have the freedom to do as I please, but instead live in a warm nest and rub elbows with my lover.

Moreover, "the FBI will not be so unprofessional,"

Thinking of the frighteningly high waste rate in this world, Ichijo added uncertainly, "right?"

Anyway, he was resisting the FBI, and he couldn't imagine that one day he would be able to drop all his defenses and sleep with an FBI investigator.

In contrast, Mirai Ichijo is still more willing to accept "an unfortunate accident, being arrested by the useless FBI, encountering another accident during the escort, and having to sleep with a dozen people together."

Most importantly, "I don't have an ideal type,"

Before seeing the wedding ring of 'Yi Yi Yi Future', Yi Yi Wei never even thought that he would have a partner in his life, let alone sketched the silhouette of the other half in his mind.

After seeing the wedding ring, even if Ichigo tried hard to think about what kind of person he would like in the future, he could not think of a clear figure. He could only be sure of one thing, "But if I have to say it, my ideal type is,"

"Even if I die, I can still live well."

"This Miss Judy will probably not live well after my death, but a lady who will actively assist me in my death..."

Maybe there will be cheers from the side.

As for criminals, everyone calls for beatings.

Ichijo Mirai concluded, "I'm not interested in the 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' model of getting along as a couple, so forget it."

He raised the binoculars again and looked at the alley not far away again.

The street was completely lit up, as if it were daytime. Many people wearing FBI vests were walking in and out of the neighborhood. The murderer was immediately put into a car and rushed away, planning to interrogate him overnight.

But Judy didn't leave.

She stood at the entrance of the alley, with a black women's coat draped over her shoulders. She was talking to an FBI agent. She seemed to be directing the scene, while looking around, her eyes roving around.

This is looking for a future.

But none was found.

Ichijo Mirai looked at it for a few seconds, then moved his eyes to observe the other side, and found a familiar figure at the other end of the street.

It's Shuichi Akai.

Akai Shuichi stood under a intact streetlight, standing in the brightest place on the street. He did not move at all, just stood quietly, as if in a daze.

Looking at a future direction in a daze.

Mirai Ichijo raised his eyebrows, "So keen."

After thinking for a moment, he understood why Akai Shuichi was looking in his direction, "This is the best sniping point."

If he had a sniper rifle in his hand, Ichijo's future could be guaranteed that he would definitely be able to shoot Akai Shuichi right between the eyebrows, shocking the FBI.

...The premise is that the number of saves is not counted.

In the distance, an FBI agent walked quickly towards Shuichi Akai and handed over a gun in an evidence bag.

It's the murderer's gun.

The FBI agent should be asking for instructions.

It was too far away, and the FBI agent had his back to this side. Mirai Ichichi could only see Akai Shuichi looking away, looking at the FBI standing in front of him, and nodding, as if he agreed to something.

Immediately, he stretched out his right hand wearing a black leather glove, grasped the gun casually, and turned the gun neatly. He lowered his head and inspected it for a moment before handing the gun back to the FBI agent.

The agent leaves. Akai Shuichi continued to stand under the street lamp, as if he was distracted, as if in a daze, as if he was waiting for something.

Mirai Ichijo quickly remembered what Mr. FBI was waiting for: mission reward.

He said to Shuichi Akai: Should the FBI choose one victim in front of you, or several, dozens, or dozens of victims that may exist in the future?

Shuichi Akai made a choice and completed the mission.

Now it's time for Mirai to show his attitude.

But his mind is still a little uncomfortable, and he is not very interested in "mobilizing all his thoughts energetically to confront an FBI".

He kind of wants to put it aside and play.

After thinking about it, Mirai Ichijo turned the telescope thoughtfully and changed his mind, "Forget it, it doesn't have to be a battle of wits, you can just be more neat, and the winner takes all."

He held up the telescope and shook it lazily.

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Akai Shuichi looked at the neon lights.

The night was too dark and the lights were too dense. He couldn't see anything. He could only see the dazzling lights of tall buildings. He couldn't even see the building itself clearly.

You don’t need to see too clearly.

A nearby map unfolded in his mind, and each location suitable for distant observation was marked in red. Akai Shuichi looked at the reddest, most likely observation point, and most likely the direction of the 'Messiah''s current location. .

During this period, FBI investigators came and went. Sometimes someone handed over a gun, sometimes someone handed over water, and someone else handed over a phone.

Shuichi Akai took them one by one with his right hand.

His left hand naturally hangs in his pocket, less than a centimeter away from the silver handcuffs in his pocket, but it has not been moved from beginning to end. Like every right-hander, he can hold it alone with his right hand. All items are held with the right hand.

Judy walked over, "Have you found no traces yet?"

Her eyes moved slightly, "I heard your report. You plan not to play games with him, but to try to arrest him when he appears again,"

"Isn't this a bit dangerous?"

"To tame a wolf," Akai Shuichi replied calmly, "If you are afraid of danger, there is only one end, death."

"Only one who is more lifeless, less afraid of death, and more crazy than a cold-blooded wolf can beat him until he suffers pain and learn to surrender."

Shuichi Akai said this, and Judy once agreed.

The false premise is that I have not heard of the report submitted by Shuichi Akai.

In the report, he calmly stated his point of view, believing that when the FBI arrested the murderer, the 'Messiah' would definitely be at the scene.

And it is very likely that he will choose an FBI agent that he is satisfied with to play a game, just like the racing game with Shuichi Akai.

He applied, and whether he or Judy was chosen, he would be the one to compete.

In this duel, Shuichi Akai will go all out.

Because ‘Messiah’ is related to ‘Satan’ and to the organization.

Judy: "But,"

Before she finished speaking, she saw Akai Shuichi's dark, green eyes that seemed to be frozen move and light up a little.

The light flickered.

Akai Shuichi closed his eyes, turned his head to avoid the light that hit his eyes, and then opened his eyes to look over.

Among the neon lights, he saw a light that was not as bright as the neon lights, but extremely bright in his field of vision.

The lights flickered, once and for all, rhythmically.

It is the ‘Messiah’.

He said: [Racing. ]

[Promise me one thing if I lose. ]

[Wait for you for three minutes. ]

(End of this chapter)