Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 27
The time in the game is around five o'clock in the morning, but the real time is around eight o'clock in the evening.

It took too much time to keep loading files, and the time to actually be in a combat state was also longer. It almost lasted the entire time I logged in to the game. When Ichijo Mirai chose to exit the game, he was still a little tired and in a daze.

He couldn't help but praise gin and vodka: Thanks to two good colleagues who relieved mental fatigue and made his physical and mental development healthier and happier. The police officers have comfort dogs with good tempers, and he has colleagues with better tempers.

Thank you for the gift of nature!

This time's exit is a normal exit. Unlike the last instant exit, there is a loading screen before exiting.

First, a thick black mist swept in, quickly filling the entire field of vision and covering the living room.

In the thick darkness, fluorescent writing emerged, similar to a prompt seen when entering the game for the first time in the future: [The past has not passed yet, and the future has not yet arrived. 】

Under the fluorescent writing, the darkness surged and became clear, revealing three dim rectangular outlines, like black doors.

The first rectangle is relatively clear. Ichijo Mirai saw himself on it. To be more precise, it was himself who chose to go offline after saving the file. It showed his bowed head at the moment he went offline, so his whole face He disappeared into the darkness, his eyes had an inexplicable coldness, and his whole temperament was just like the handwriting displayed next to him:
[Newcomer to the organization].

The second rectangular piece is more blurry, and the card does not show a character, but a gun, a relatively small gun.

Ichijo Mirai carefully identified it and recognized that it was a police gun from its size.

The unclear police gun occupies the center of the blurry rectangle, and there is a somewhat clear crosshair in the upper right corner.

The third rectangle is the fuzziest, with almost only rich darkness. No matter how carefully I look at it in the future, I can only make out the outline of a document.

Of these three rectangles, the four sides of the first rectangle are illuminated with white lines, and the surface of the card is illuminated by the white lines.

The four sides of the second rectangle also have textures, but the color is darker, a darker gray, which cannot illuminate the card surface. It seems like it is loading with a poor connection, surging slowly, and sometimes surging faster. It gets brighter, sometimes surges slower, and then goes dark again.

The third rectangle has no lines on its four sides and is quietly hidden in the darkness.

A future: "This is..."

Referring to the situation of three rectangles, he speculated, "Three camps?"

The first rectangle with steady light was obviously the organization that Future was currently in. He didn't know the name of this organization yet, he only knew that it was a black organization with a good conscience.

The second rectangle with unstable light is the police.

What does the flickering light strip represent?
"Is it because I did something a little too much?" There were too few clues. Ichigai Mirai tried to speculate, "The police camp has a fluctuating hostility towards me?"

"The fluctuation was because they discovered that the true identities of the deceased were actually black...heh, were they undercover police agents in the black organization?"

He quit the game completely.

The game cabin slowly rose, and the bathroom scene came into view again.

Everything in the bathroom was almost the same as before Ichijo Mirai logged into the game for the second time, except for one thing: there was an extra white sticky note on the game cabin.

The sticky note was left by Eiko Ishida to remind Ichijo that if he exits the game before nine o'clock in the future, he will go to the first floor to have dinner. If he exits the game after nine o'clock, he will go to the refrigerator to get a separate meal that has been refrigerated when he is hungry.

She also thoughtfully added that the kitchen supplies were all bought a few years ago. If you don’t need any of them in the future, you can go to her.

Good temper.Every line in the post-it note reveals that Ishida Auntie is a person with a good temper like her two colleagues.

But they all understand why the two colleagues have "good tempers", but what about Aunt Ishida, who has been clearly afraid of her from the beginning?
Ichijo Mirai tore off the post-it note and threw it into the trash can, saying to himself: "The fear is too obvious, I will doubt it."

The time marked on the post-it note is nine o'clock, and it is almost nine o'clock now.

The dessert shop was closed, and another dining table was set up in the kitchen. It was obviously dinner time, but there was almost no movement, only the sound of the TV.

Mirai Ichijo controlled his steps and walked down the old wooden stairs as quietly as possible. The slight creak of the wood he made mixed with the sound of the TV and did not attract attention.

The program on TV was about eating in a restaurant. It was relatively quiet compared to other variety shows. The diner was a middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s. He was chubby and was seriously tasting the barbecue.

The sizzling sound of barbecue filled the air, but in contrast, the kitchen was quiet. Although they had already taken their seats, the two Ishidas had no intention of eating.

They sat on the side of the dining table and waited quietly, watching the TV silently, with a tacit understanding and no communication, like two stone statues that did not interfere with each other.

The food on the table is covered with a dust cover to prevent the food from falling into dust and cooling too quickly.

Amidst the excitement of the TV and the silence of the kitchen, Mirai Ichijo stood at the last section of the stairs, staring into the kitchen for a long time before walking over with a smile.

He stepped harder, "I'm coming."

"Sorry for the wait."

Mr. and Mrs. Ishida were obviously startled. Eiko Ishida wanted to turn around and look at the stairs, which made a huge creaking sound when stepped on. She wondered why there was no sound this time, but she quickly reacted and raised a smile to remove the dust cover on the food. They opened it, "Just right."

"We just sat down not long ago. I thought that you are a young man and it would be good for your health to eat something while it was hot, so I waited for you."

"We'll start if you come a little later," Mr. Ishida added with a smile. He gestured to the TV, "There are some barbecues on the TV. I'm almost hungry."

Mirai Ichijo sat down, "Really?"

"Don't think about it, you still want to spend a lot of money to eat barbecue," Ishida Eiko pretended to be angry and scared Mr. Ishida, then smiled and warned gently like an elder, "Don't go there in the future, it's not healthy."

She had a basis: "Well, the man above is Mr. Ogami. You just came back not long ago in the future, so you probably don't know him, but he is a famous food detective."

detective?

Mirai Ichijo stared at Eiko Ishida for two seconds. After a subconscious pause as she was busy lifting the dust cover, she smiled and accepted the topic she raised in a good-natured manner, "I didn't expect him to be a detective."

"I thought he was a star."

This kind of variety show usually involves various celebrities, especially those who are promoting the drama. Mirai Ichijo glanced at the TV and once again confirmed the special status of the detective.

"Mr. Ogami's full name is Ogami Zhuzen," Mr. Ishida said briefly while lifting the dust cover. "If you are interested, you can check the news. Maybe you will encounter him when solving the case in the future. .”

There was laughter and laughter in the kitchen, and Mr. and Mrs. Ishida came to life.

(End of this chapter)