Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 276 Mr. Disciple

The blood dissolved in the purple wine, creating a somewhat gorgeous color, like the silhouette of a sunset floating on the sea.

Soon, the red color slowly dissipated and was completely mixed with the darker wine. The gorgeous smudged gradient disappeared, leaving only deep red and a few bright red blood stains sliding down the rim of the glass.

A futuristic rower rowed very casually, not only the wine, but also the tray, the rows of seats around it, the ground, the black priest's attire, and even Akai Shuichi's clothes were splashed with some.

The place with the most blood was the back of the chair that he casually put on without bandaging it after spreading the blood. Big drops of blood gathered on the edge of the chair back, like red pearls falling to the ground in a line.

Akai Shuichi stared at the blood-stained wine glass for a few seconds, then looked at a future hand, "You rowed with your right hand, your dominant hand."

"Won't you deal with it?"

The wound was a bit deep, lying across the palm of his hand, destroying the palm print. Mirai Ichijo raised his hand and took a look, and judged: It was very serious.

It was so severe that he would have recovered in another hour or two.

He casually tore off a piece of clothing and wrapped it around his right hand a few times perfunctorily to prevent the keen FBI from discovering that the healing speed of his wound was abnormal. "OK,"

"It's taken care of, how about a drink?" Mirai Ichijo looked at Akai Shuichi with great interest, not hiding his bright smile at all, "You don't want to drink, do you?"

"Could it be," he smiled, "are you afraid that I will poison you?"

"No, Mr. FBI?"

Very provocative.

"There are two glasses of wine, and there are two partners." Shuichi Akai's expression remained unchanged, he stretched out his right hand and spread his palm, "Dagger."

"I didn't expect you to have the habit of carrying a dagger with you. Thank you for not killing me last time."

He took the dagger and made a cut in the palm of his left hand. He raised his hand and hung it over the two glasses of wine, watching his blood drip into the wine.

In the ripples of the wine, the brilliant colors that had just disappeared reappeared.

"Cheers to our cooperation?"

Akai Shuichi handed back the dagger.

His expression was still calm, as if there was no fluctuation, but it was as provocative as Ming Guangming's evil smile.

Ichijo's future is simply breathtaking.

I'm amazed at how shameless this FBI man is.

As early as when he was racing, he realized that Mr. FBI didn't care about some things and was unscrupulous. He could humble himself without changing his expression and say "please" without hesitation.

But Shuichi Akai at that time was still not as shameless as Shuichi Akai now. He actually used his speaking skills to cleverly turn the scene where one person drank the blood wine of another person and recognized the other person as the savior into two. People drink wine together.

Not only did it resolve the hidden contempt deliberately revealed by Ichimai, but it also made both parties more equal again.

"You're almost as shameless as me, Mr. FBI."

"Your words," Mirai Ichijo looked at the wine glass, "and your actions,"

"It's always two different things."

Both glasses of wine are brewed with human blood.

The glass of wine on the inside has less blood added, it is only nearly half a glass, and some of the luster of the wine can still be seen. The glass on the outside has been almost full after Ichijo Mirai's generous sprinkling and Akai Shuichi's adding blood. , is shining with the luster of blood.

There is no mysophobia in Ichijo Mirai.

But when faced with something that is not acceptable, he, like normal people, would want to refuse politely, such as being touched by someone he hates, reaching out to touch the head of another murderer, or drinking a glass of wine with blood. .

Even if it's his own blood.

"Even if you pretend to be a harmless dog, your wolf ambition will reveal your sharp fangs and wolf tail when you bow your head." Mirai Ichijo stretched out his hand to pick up the glass of wine inside, "I am so confident that I Won't you refuse?" Shuichi Akai picked up the glass of wine on the outside, his expression finally changed, he smiled, "Yeah,"

"I think I'm quite interesting. I haven't made you feel boring yet, and I haven't reached the stage of being abandoned."

"At this stage, no matter what I do, as long as it makes you feel interesting, you will cooperate with me," he raised his glass, "Cheers?"

The glass of wine is full. If you clink the glasses, blood will collide from the rim and spatter into the two glasses.

After just one glance, Mirai Ichijo refused, "No."

He raised the cup, drank half a sip leisurely, put the cup down again, and turned his eyes to the cup in Shuichi Akai's hand.

"Ok?"

Akai Shuichi held the cup, lowered his eyes, glanced at the blend of purple and bright red on the surface of the wine, raised his cup and drank.

He drank quickly.

There was too much blood in that glass of wine, and the wine and blood had not yet completely and evenly merged. Some of the wine and blood poured out along the glass, sprinkling onto Akai Shuichi's clothes.

As the liquid in the wine glass disappeared rapidly, his Adam's apple moved, moving every time he swallowed a mouthful of the mixture of blood and wine.

It moved eleven times in total.

After the last drop of blood wine dripped out along the rim of the glass, Akai Shuichi put down the glass. He turned his fingers slightly and turned the glass upside down, "This should be able to express some of my attitude."

He smiled again, his Adam's apple moved, and he swallowed the last mouthful of complex liquid, "...my Lord?"

The smile was a little cold, like the cold light of a sharp dagger.

Mirai Ichijo also smiled, but did not speak, just lowered his head and smiled,

After laughing for a while, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit the sip of wine back into the glass, "Very good,"

"I'm very satisfied." He raised his head, not hiding his smile as bright as the sun. "Tell me, what do you want to know?"

"I can provide you with a piece of information, one."

The sun's rays are bright, but dazzling.

And full of provocation.

Akai Shuichi's eyes were fixed on the wine glass that had returned to its original waterline, and his brows jumped.

After a few seconds, he moved his gaze to Ichiro Mirai, to the bright smiling face, and paused for a moment on the crimson spot below the smiling face.

Even though he didn't really drink, Mirai Ichijo still swallowed some of the wine while he was drinking it. He wiped his chin with his cloth-covered right hand nonchalantly, a little surprised, "Hey, why don't you smile, my disciple?" "

Not very harmful, but very provocative.

They all drank the wine into their mouths. It didn’t make much difference whether they drank or not. Anyway, if you drank the wine, you would drink some if you didn’t.

But don’t drink, it’s very provocative.

In terms of provocation, Ichimai is professional.

He swung the red wine glass and pretended to be surprised, "Is it because you don't like to laugh by nature?"

"I see."

Repeating what he just said, "You have pleased me, and as a reward, I am willing to give you a clue at the beginning of our cooperation,"

"What do you want to know, Mr. Disciple, who also doesn't like to smile by nature?"

(End of this chapter)