Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 246 Yes

Red paint exploded.

Ichigo Mirai felt a splash of coolness on his forehead. This coolness quickly snaked down the muzzle of the gun. It was the coolness of water.

It's not the flowing texture of the ink, but a few solid pigments added to the water. The ratio of water to pigment is about 70/30.

So even if Mirai Ichijo put the muzzle of the gun to his forehead when he fired, when the bullet exploded, most of the paint water still seeped out and flowed downward like blood.

Because it's red, it looks a bit scary, like a scary scene in a horror movie where a passerby NPC is shot in the head.

It should hurt.

But Miku Ichijo felt no pain, only impact and resistance. He put down the gun thoughtfully, trying to judge how painful this level of impact would be for ordinary people.

He licked the dripping paint water and frowned, "It's bitter."

There is a subtle smell lingering in the air.

There was a pungent smell belonging to the paint, but more than that, there was also a slightly sweet smell similar to blood plasma. When Ichigo Mirai moved the muzzle of the gun, a thicker liquid gushed out from the muzzle and passed along the paint flow. where it slowly flows downward.

It's plasma.

Among the pungent smell of paint and plasma, there is also a mint aroma.

The aroma was not strong, just light. If the pigment water wasn't so close to him, Ichiyo Mirai might not be able to smell it.

He reached out and dipped some blood on his forehead with his fingers, tasted it again, and frowned even more, "Chocolate flavor,"

"...fraud."

Although it smells sweet, it still tastes bitter!

And, "Smells like bad perfume."

Mixed with the smell of pigment water, the bitterness becomes even more bitter, the taste is rich and complex, each taste is more unpleasant than the last, and there is also a bit of inferior perfume, which is also bitter.

Bitterness upon bitterness.

One piece of future judgment: Very poor quality paint bullets.

He sighed in disappointment, opened the magazine, checked it, glanced at the number of bullets inside, patted it back, and said hello without looking back, "You're here, do you have any paper or handkerchief?"

The paint is a bit gooey.

It was sticky with complex smells mixed together, and it was still bitter. Miku Ichichi was a little unhappy.

He looked towards the door of the shooting range.

The person who just blurted out his surprised words and led the way was a step too late, so he could only resentfully ask his partner to bring a police officer in the future, but he happily came in with a few police academy students.

But that joy was now solidified on his face, and his whole body froze, maintaining the same movement of walking and wanting to shout, staring blankly at Ichigo Mirai, whose face was full of blood.

Mirai Ichijo thought for a moment and smiled at him.

The police officer's eyes swayed, the whites of his eyes rolled back a few times like shaking tofu brains, and his face suddenly turned white, as if he had been smeared with a layer of gray-white paint.

However, he did not faint. After making eye contact with Ichijo Mirai, he actually took a deep breath and stood up shakily, "M-Messiah classmate,"

"Are you trying paint bullets?"

"This batch of weapons was purchased during a military exercise a long time ago. It has been so long that the quality is somewhat poor and unstable."

With a deep breath, the gray on the police officer's face barely returned to normal, and he was very apologetic, "Hug, sorry."

The police officer who came with Ichijo Mirai was also a little shocked. He didn't expect that someone would shoot a gun directly in the forehead over a disagreement, even if it was a fake gun.

He looked at the gun in Mirai's hand with lingering fear, "Messiah classmate, you, you..."

After a few pauses, the police officer thought about a clean and unblinking shooting action in the future, and swallowed back all the words in awe and fear.

He turned around and looked at his companion who was even more unlucky than himself. He faced the horror movie scene as soon as he entered the door. He was a little surprised and asked, "Hey, didn't you faint from blood? Why didn't you faint on the spot?"

Then he looked at the police academy students behind his partner, "Are you the companions chosen by Messiah?"

"The weapons are all here, please choose. If there is a weapon that you want but is not on the table, I will look for it in the library. If it is not in the library, I will report it."

The attitude of the police officers was very enthusiastic, not like police officers, but like service staff.

As if attracted by the enthusiasm, the figure at the door of the shooting range shook a few times. Matsuda Jinpei quickly walked to the table and frowned, "Hey!"

"What are you doing?!"

He reached out to grab the gun, but his brows were still furrowed, "Are you crazy?"

"The paint gun is not meant to be pointed directly at the head. Didn't you hear what the instructor said!"

Matsuda Jinpei is a police academy student, but he is not a police academy student who has practiced martial arts professionally since he was a child. Ichijo Mirai turned the gun, threw the gun to the other hand, and easily dodged it, "I heard it,"

"Just after hearing it, I had to try it to determine how lethal the paint bullets are,"

He casually turned the gun and pointed it at Matsuda Jinpei's forehead, "But it was a mistake..."

If you can't feel pain, you can't estimate how lethal this gun is to ordinary people, police officers without bulletproof vests, and police officers wearing bulletproof vests.

"you try,"

Ichijo Mirai nonchalantly imitated the sound of a gunshot, "Bang."

He pulled the trigger and actually fired.

A gunshot that was almost identical to a real gun sounded, "Bang!"

The two gunshots overlapped, and Matsuda Jinpei's pupils suddenly dilated. He subconsciously closed his eyes and faced a face full of red paint water, as if he had been hit in the face by a rose from the Rose Magic Gun.

"If you don't shoot it close to your forehead," Ichimi Mirai said briefly, "you will disarm."

"How's it going? It doesn't hurt, right?"

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

The painkillers are still taking effect, so of course he can't feel the pain!

But this does not mean that paint bullets are harmless and can be fired directly with the muzzle of the gun against the forehead. On the contrary, they are more dangerous.

Human beings cannot detect pain, so they cannot accurately estimate the extent of their injuries.

Matsuda Jinpei opened his eyes for a moment, then closed them immediately, shook his head, shook off the paint water from his eyes, and gritted his teeth, "You guy..."

"Can't you tell me in advance?!"

A future: "."

Is not this nonsensical?

The reason why he didn't put the muzzle of the gun to Jinpei Matsuda's forehead and shoot him was because he would instinctively disarm. The reason why he fired without saying anything in advance was because he would instinctively dodge the bullets.

Matsuda Jinpei also understood, so he gritted his teeth even more.

"Yeah, yeah," Ichimiku responded perfunctorily a few times, then pushed Matsuda Jinpei's shoulder, turning him to face the other students, and whispered, "We can't feel pain. This is very dangerous. What if it's right? What about pain that is unbearable for ordinary people?”

No one had any intention of handing over a handkerchief or paper. He lowered his head and naturally wiped his face with Matsuda Jinpei's shoulder a few times. Then he raised his head more naturally, pretending not to treat his classmates as towels, and said seriously: "We are going to choose another one." One unlucky guy willing to try.”

And choose the one who is the most difficult to deal with, "Classmate Zhufu, please come over here."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was originally at the forefront. He walked a little faster than the police officer leading the way, but he stopped the first moment he saw the situation in the shooting range clearly and did not take another step forward.

So the police who were leading the way and other people who subconsciously took a few steps forward to stop him, but realized that it was not a real gun, overtook him. Instead, he fell almost at the rear, with almost no sense of existence.

Ichijo Mirai had not looked back before, but he could tell by the sound of footsteps.

After hearing the roll call, Zhu Fu Jingguang stepped out from the back of the crowd. His expression was as usual, without any of the subconscious frowning reactions of others, but he didn't smile anymore. He was much better than other people who had ugly faces.

The footsteps were also steady, a little heavier than usual. He walked steadily to Ichigo Mirai, stretched out his hand to take the gun, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Haven't you already experimented?"

Zhufu Jingguang's eyes passed over Matsuda Jinpei, who had a somewhat depressed expression, but he didn't find any pain reaction. He then focused his eyes on Ichimi Mirai's face, and he couldn't find any pain expression either.

He only found a dirty face, and a face that had been wiped a few times, barely making it less dirty, but more like a bloodstained face.

Mirai Ichijo handed over the gun and casually gave a reasonable explanation, "When robbing a bank, we will 100% attack ordinary people. As the red team, we must clearly know how powerful the bullets fired by these guns are. "

Before Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand received the gun, he turned the gun and moved it away, "Can you?"

"I'll help you?"

Not everyone has the courage to shoot himself, even a fake gun.

Even for unloaded toy guns, many people will hesitate for a moment before they can pull the trigger with difficulty, let alone a paint bullet gun that is almost exactly the same as a real gun, but with slightly different bullets?

Zhu Fu Jingguang's fingertips grazed the handle of the gun but did not grab the gun.

He sighed, his expression still calm, not looking at the future, "No need, I'll do it."

As he said that, he held down a future with one hand and took the gun with the other.

This is a police pistol. The magazine can hold seven bullets at a time, and there are still five bullets in it.

Zhu Fu Jingguang briefly checked, raised his pistol, raised his eyes, and looked at Ichijo Mirai.

He put the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, his expression was calm, his breathing was steady, his fingers did not tremble at all, and he seemed not to care about the pistol loaded with paint bullets. It didn't look like he was 'shooting himself', but rather like... Aiming a gun at a future.

Ichijo Mirai raised an eyebrow.

It looks like something like that.

But in 'Criminals in Disguise', he was emotionally unstable after accidentally shooting an enemy in the head.

A sniper rifle is different from a pistol. The shooting range of the latter is too short. When killed with one blow, the gun owner will clearly see how the person who was shot is splattered with blood and die in disbelief. Maybe he will also hear it. The person who was shot gasped and cried.

But for the former, because the distance is too far, everything can only be accommodated in a small lens. As long as you look away for a moment, you can indifferently miss the death of a human being, not to mention the sound of struggle and possibility. The lingering sound of existence.

Even if you don't look away, you will only see a humanoid object struggling, which is completely different from seeing a person die in front of you.

Even killing an enemy with a single hit from a sniper rifle will cause you to become emotionally unstable, let alone pointing the gun at yourself?

If it were really neat and tidy...

Ichijo Mirai and Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at each other.

They looked at each other silently for an unknown number of seconds before Zhu Fu Jing pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Oh!"

The red paint exploded and snaked down the muzzle of the gun.

Before the gunshot rang out, Zhu Fu Jingguang had already frowned. He put down his pistol and wiped off the thinner paint water with his sleeve, and then wiped off some thick plasma. He didn't speak immediately and calmed down. After a few seconds he said: "No."

He frowned tightly, "When we are operating, we cannot point the gun at other people's foreheads and shoot."

He actually explained in detail: "The impact was very strong, as if the sharp part of the back of the knife hit my forehead, and the whole head seemed to buzz and vibrate."

"If it's a police officer wearing a helmet, that's OK, but not an innocent hostage."

Ordinary people without professional training cannot tolerate this kind of pain.

And what makes them tough? It's simply that the physical condition of ordinary people cannot support them being shot in the head by a paint bullet gun.

If you're not lucky, you'll get a concussion and end up in the hospital.

Zhufu Jingguang looked at Matsuda Jinping and Ichijo Mirai, "Are you dizzy?"

Matsuda Jinpei was a little surprised and incredible.

Part of it is because Zhu Fu Jingguang is so decisive, and part of it is because: "You actually listen to this guy?"

He casually wiped away the thick red water that blocked his vision, "This guy is always funny."

Aren't you afraid that you are being teased seriously?

Zhu Fu Jingguang replied: "If it were you, would you shoot?"

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

meeting.

He might not be so decisive, and he might stare at Ichigo Miku a few times before shooting, suspicious of the threat, but he would be obedient and shoot.

Ichijo Mirai got the answer from Matsuda Jinpei's sudden silence. He was even more surprised: Hey, are these two classmates so good?

As long as they give a reasonable reason, they can shoot themselves?

"So good," he took the gun from Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand and threw it towards Date Hang, "It's your turn, Date-san."

"Please shoot two knuckles away from the forehead."

"May I?"

Yes.

Datehang only hesitated for two or three seconds before shooting.

When he fired, his expression was a little struggling, but his hand was firm.

The bullet hit his forehead, splattering red paint.

Maybe it was because the distance was a bit far this time and there was plenty of space. The red liquid was not thin or thick, but rather balanced.

Datehang frowned, "...I don't feel good, should I go further?"

He was really obedient.

The commands of 'shoot yourself' and 'please take three steps forward, squat down, wait for the shot, 3, 2, 1, shoot' are somewhat different.

Ichijo Mirai wiped the paint off his face with Matsuda Jinpei's other clean shoulder. He pretended not to hear the protest from the injured classmate with a black towel, and eagerly called out, "Furitani-san?"

"One finger, okay?"

Datehang handed over the gun, and Rei Fukiya took it, pointed the gun at his forehead, and fired when the distance between the muzzle and forehead was about one finger, "Bang!"

He subconsciously closed his eyes, then frowned and wiped off the paint, thought seriously for a moment, and said concisely, "No, we have to go farther."

Mirai Ichijo called the name again: "Hagiwara-kun,"

"One hand, okay?"

(End of this chapter)