Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 237 Pistol

There are moments when Shuichi Akai fights for his life.

But that doesn't mean he's a brainless idiot who resisted when someone held a gun to his abdomen.

Even if you resist, you don't resist when the other party is tempting you to 'resist'.

Akai Shuichi let go of his left hand, and his right hand still hung by his side. He slowly raised his left hand to signal surrender, "You brought a gun."

He calmly explained why he stopped and why he didn't resist, and his thoughts changed rapidly:

The abdomen is a vulnerable position, but unlike the head and heart, there is a certain probability of survival after being shot.

And they were close enough that he could try to grab the gun if he had the chance.

Another point is that when walking over, Mirai Ichijo did not make any move to hold a gun...

Is the gun pressed against Shuichi Akai's abdomen really a gun?

The most important thing is: a future taijutsu is not good.

Akai Shuichi noticed it.

He can be sure that as long as the opportunity is right, in a narrow car and at such a close range, even if the gun he holds in the future is a real gun that can be fired at any time, even if it is aimed at his head, heart and abdomen, as long as the opportunity If it's appropriate, he can subdue this guy neatly.

As long as the opportunity is right.

Therefore, when he tactically raised his hands to surrender, he was smooth and without any reluctance.

Mirai Ichijo smiled, "Yes, I brought a gun."

He used his left hand to take out the gun carried by Akai Shuichi, put one leg into the car window, opened the car door with his toes, then pressed on the inside of the car window, and opened the door, "Where are the handcuffs?"

Akai Hide paused, and did not ask Ichijo Mirai how he knew he was carrying a gun and handcuffs. He only put down his left hand, took out the handcuffs with his left hand and handed them over.

Mirai Ichijo got into the passenger seat and said in a casual tone, "Hand out."

There were two crisp "clicks" in succession, one coming from Akai Shuichi's left wrist and the other coming from the car window.

Akai Shuichi was stunned. His attention, which was originally tightly focused on Ichijo Mirai, was a little distracted. He subconsciously looked over at the sound and looked at the ordinary-looking silver handcuffs.

He was distracted.

Now, as long as Mirai Ichijo takes the opportunity to open the door of the passenger seat, he can easily escape and leave Shuichi Akai in the damaged car.

But Mirai Ichichi did not escape, his right hand was still pressed against Akai Shuichi's abdomen, and he never removed the muzzle of the gun.

Akai Shuichi did not pay attention to whether Ichijo would take the opportunity to escape in the future. After the handcuffs made a clear, pleasant but familiar "click" like an inexplicable signal sound, he kept looking at his hand with the wrist cuffed.

An inexplicably familiar feeling spreads...

There is no source and no destination. For a moment, Akai Shuichi seemed to think of some fleeting inspirations and guesses, but he failed to catch any of them. Some were familiar but some were unfamiliar.

As he looked at it, he really couldn't remember it. He couldn't catch the things that were fleeting, as if he could only scratch an itch, which made him a little restless.

Now is not the time to be impulsive.

Akai Shuichi could only endure it with difficulty, frowning in confusion.

There was a sound of the safety being turned off from the passenger seat. When he heard the sound, he looked over and saw that the safety of the gun had been turned off, leaving the gun ready to fire at any time.

Mirai Ichijo not only turned off the safety, but also held the gun in his left hand against the side of Akai Shuichi's forehead, "What's wrong, you didn't expect the handcuffs to be used on you, Mr. FBI?"

He withdrew his right hand that had been pressed against Akai Shuichi's abdomen. The hand was empty. Not to mention the traces of the pistol, there was no trace of anything, just the hand.

Just now, he was clenching his hands to pretend to be holding a gun, and he was sure that Shuichi Akai was a decisive person who would fight hard and give in, rather than a real sick lunatic who would go his own way in the face of a gun.

This is an excellent psychological game.

It's just that Akai Shuichi is a little out of shape. He doesn't care about the empty future, but the empty wrist.

His eyes fell on the wrist that was not handcuffed, and he frowned and lowered his eyebrows, forming a sharp arc.

Great police officers are sharp. Perhaps precisely because of this, as if the sudden "click" of handcuffs brought a fleeting inspiration, an incredible speculation suddenly appeared in Akai Shuichi's mind: 'Messiah' and 'Satan' , more than just an ordinary enemy, but more than an ordinary companion.

Beyond 'enemy' and 'companion', they also have a closer relationship, a relationship that is enough to reverse the relationship between ourselves and the enemy at a critical moment.

What is the relationship?

The answer almost came out of his mouth, but he couldn't. He couldn't think of it for the time being and could only continue to speculate:

The 'Messiah' is desperately looking for 'Satan', not just to kill that guy, but...

Confirm safety.

Akai Shuichi narrowed his eyes.

Mirai Ichijo noticed Akai Shuichi's gaze.

He moved his left hand in mid-air, seemingly apologetic, but actually apologizing provocatively, "Sorry, I don't actually have a gun."

"But now there is."

There is Akai Shuichi's gun.

In order to prevent leaving fingerprints, a future wears black leather gloves, which are fingerless, and the exposed fingertips are covered with brown band-aids.

In the cold wind of the car driving at high speed for half an hour, his hands had already lost their normal temperature and became cold and a bit stiff. It was perfect to clench his hands and imitate the muzzle of a gun.

Ichijo Mirai moved his hands a few more times, deliberately exaggerating as if he were making shadows. He didn't pay much attention to the way Akai Hide was looking at his hands, and deliberately showed a friendly smile, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Ah, by the way, I remembered."

As if touching his own ID, he casually took out Akai Shuichi's ID, waved the FBI logo on the outside of the ID, and said seriously: "Hello, the FBI is handling the case. Please cooperate with me in investigating the case, Mr. Akai."

"If you say so, you should be more cooperative with me, right?"

Akai Shuichi said nothing.

It's normal to feel angry and depressed and not speak after being fooled with bare hands.

But what's unusual is that on Akai Shuichi's face, Mirai Ichijo didn't see the expected cold expression and murderous eyes. His expression was calm, thoughtful, and not angry. When he discovered that what was pressed against his abdomen was not a pistol but a handgun, he just frowned.

The feedback is not enough, it seems like there is still a back-up plan...

Ichijo Mirai studied Akai Shuichi's expression for a few seconds and cautiously decided to stop. He shook his head helplessly, "Okay, Mr. Akai, an enthusiastic citizen, seems to be very cooperative."

"Forget it, time is running out, I won't punish you," he returned the ID to Akai Shuichi, "Your FBI people will be here soon, it's time for me to leave."

However, he didn't hand it over by hand, nor did he return it by going back the same way and stuffing it back. Instead, he patted Akai Shuichi's side face with the back of his ID.

Knowing clearly that this guy was fighting for dominance and not wanting to be dominated like Inuo, Mirai Ichijo still smiled, as if he were treating Inuo at the door of a hotel, his tone was patient and gentle, a little condescending and mean, "If you cooperate, I will consider you."

This is the attitude of carelessly coaxing your pet.

Akai Shuichi's brows twitched, and his eyes finally turned cold.

Ichijo Mirai was very satisfied and patted his face briskly, "Bye."

He held the gun against Akai Shuichi's forehead without moving. After opening the car door with his other hand, he exited the car with the gun.

Akai Hide glanced at the handcuffs but did not move.

When he closed the passenger door with his hand, Ichika Mirai said coldly: "But you are a little sick. I have a reasonable suspicion that you will bite people, so I decided to see other people again."

"If Miss Judy doesn't meet my wishes, I will cooperate with you again."

Translation: You are not the first choice, you are the second best choice.

"Goodbye."

(End of this chapter)