Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 272: Poor marksmanship

"Have you found your 'blonde sweetheart'?"

Judy's voice was a bit dazed, as if she was surprised by something unexpected, while Akai Shuichi's voice was calm and expected. He said, "I found it too."

He held a sniper rifle and pointed a person in the sniper scope.

There was a remote courtyard of a church, full of green plants. There was an angel statue fountain in the center of the courtyard, and a bench not far away.

In the afterglow of the darkening sky, the church had been closed, so the entire building was covered with a layer of dark clouds and became silent, with only a few priests and staff walking around.

But sitting on the bench in the courtyard was a white-haired young man who was obviously not a priest or a believer.

He was wearing a set of priestly attire, a slender black robe, with a black swallowtail-like shawl hanging below his shoulders, and slanted across his chest, which just barely protected his heart. There was a gap between the two swallowtail shawls. There is a shining silver cross hanging in the middle,

It is the most classic priest outfit.

The white-haired priest was looking down at a thick book, which seemed to be a Bible.

The angel statue in the fountain is nearly two meters long. It is a Greek-style young angel statue. It is smiling and holding a garland high, as if it has become a statue at the happy moment when it is about to present a garland to the god it worships. The folds are lifelike and remain at the moment when they are blown by the wind.

There is a pair of spread wings on the back of the statue, which are somewhat similar to the wings of a swan when it spreads its wings. The place where the wings are connected to the statue is only a small position at the base of the wings, which is about the size of a fist and looks quite dangerous.

It was facing the direction of the bench, as if looking at the white-haired priest devoutly.

Contrary to the statue, the white-haired priest's face has no expression. It is light. This should be a normal expression for humans when they are in a good or bad mood, but it is tinged with divinity because of his white hair, overly young appearance and clothing. Seems a little compassionate to all living beings.

It seems that he is not a dove occupying a magpie's nest and seizing the priest's identity, but a real priest listening to the teachings of the Bible.

A figure flashed in the corridor, and a middle-aged man dressed as a priest quickly walked into the courtyard. He was carrying a tray and his steps were hurried.

The white-haired priest moved his brows.

He said nothing.

The middle-aged priest seemed to have been scolded, and immediately stopped and stood beside the angel statue for a few seconds before starting to move again.

This time, he walked very slowly and landed very lightly. When he reached the bench, he knelt down on one knee, lowered his head and raised the tray.

The tray just reached the white-haired priest's hand. He closed the Bible with a smile on his face.

With a fake, perfunctory, and only slightly sincere smile, he picked up the black tea on the tray with a handkerchief, but did not drink it. Instead, he raised the tea cup and saluted Akai Shuichi in the direction of Akai Shuichi, just like he would raise wine glasses. .

He was still smiling, mouthing in the narrow field of view magnified many times by the sniper scope, "Good afternoon, Mr. Akai."

"Your last name is not Inuo, right?"

'Are you born in the year of a dog? How come you can smell this and chase after me? '

'The clue is for Judy, not you. '

'Are you really a dog? '

Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Mirai Ichichi was so sharp and could detect the presence of a sniper rifle.

He moved the sniper scope away a little, then moved it back again, like a human waving hello.

Knowing that this time was different from the situation in the theater, Mirai Ichijo could not hear his own voice, could not see his mouth shape, and could not reply, but he still said calmly like a reply: "Yes."

"Mad dog."

Every FBI investigator is like a mad dog, biting the criminal and not letting go. Even if the criminal is covered with bruises, he will bite off a piece of meat or a wing of the criminal.

The 'mad dog' insults from criminals are instead compliments to law enforcement officers.

...Although Mirai Ichijo was not an insult, but a simple question, it seemed to be more lethal. In the sniper scope, Mirai Ichijo took half a sip of tea and put the cup back on the tray. He said a few words to the middle-aged priest, stood up, and looked in the direction of the sniper rifle again, facing Shuichi Akai from a distance. See.

He smiled, stretched out his hand, pressed the fingers of his right hand together as if praying, and tapped the middle of his forehead. He then tapped the cross on his chest and his left and right shoulders in sequence, making a virtual cross shape.

Finally, he pointed his forehead again, and his smile seemed to have a bit of teeth-itching provocation in it.

Akai Shuichi squinted his eyes and saw Ichijo Mirai lip-syncing provocatively.

"Shoot if you can."

Each mouth shape of Ichijo Mirai was compared very slowly, confirming that Shuichi Akai could distinguish it accurately. Every time he made a complete mouth shape, his smile became brighter, like a sunflower blooming in the sun, or someone eager to challenge an extreme sport. of human beings.

He pursues excitement more than challenging extreme sports. He thoughtfully pointed out his fatal point for the sniper rifle and pointed his finger at the middle of his forehead, "Here,"

Very politely, "Thank you."

Translation: He is looking for death.

Akai Shuichi: "..."

The eyebrows that had been raised just now were lowered, and he looked at Ichijo Mirai in the sniper scope. He looked at the picture with eagerness, as if he was pointing out the location of a very tricky balloon to his gun-wielding companion in a balloon game, and he was a little afraid. The smiling face of peace in the world.

But this is not a balloon game, and the position of the 'balloon' is not very tricky. As long as Shuichi Akai pulls the trigger, you can see the red and white special paint explode brilliantly.

Shuichi Akai knows.

Ichijo Mirai also knows.

But he still smiled as if nothing had happened, as if he was the one controlling other people's lives and deaths with a sniper rifle. There was no trace of fear, only eagerness and novelty.

There seems to be some people who want to take the initiative to hit the muzzle and say, "I have to find a way to touch the porcelain and take a shot for fun."

Somewhat insane, some crazy.

This lunatic is either not only unafraid of death, but gladly accepts the hand extended by the god of death, or he is sure that the sniper will not shoot, and is sure that even if he fires, he can escape without risking his life.

Shuichi Akai prefers the former.

He stared coldly at the smiling face in the camera, and in the silence that seemed to silence the whole world, he pulled the trigger without warning.

When the bullet was fired, the muzzle flicked slightly.

The bullet flew across the yard and hit its target.

Ichijo Mirai closed his eyes, and cold liquid splashed onto his face, like blood.

It is the water of the fountain.

The bullet hit the base of the wing of the angel statue, knocking off one wing. The wing of the statue, which was more than half a meter long, fell into the pool. When it broke, it splashed a lot of water, splashing all over Mirai's body and knocking out nearly three-thirds of it. The white hair of one of them was wet.

He opened his eyes.

"...his poor marksmanship is actually about the same as mine."

　"almost"

　　Rate marksmanship x

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(End of this chapter)