Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 278: Colleagues That Moved Heaven and Earth

At three o'clock in the afternoon, heavy snow fell again in New York.

Snow fell all over the ground, paving the road with a layer of pure white, and in an instant it disappeared under the tires of passing vehicles. Judy was still a little careless when she walked into a fast food restaurant near the FBI branch against the wind and snow.

She chose a seat by the window and sat down. Before the belated lunch was served, she was still thinking about work.

The fast-food restaurant clerk was the target of the murderer two weeks ago. It took more than a week from the time he targeted him to taking action to track and trace his whereabouts. In other words, it was almost on the first day that he stalked the victim. Or the 'Messiah' would know it the next day and reveal it to the FBI in advance.

This implicitly explains a lot of possible information: Maybe, he went to see the murderer, or he went to see the victim.

Perhaps, he detected some crucial clues from some public reports, locked in the murderer, and thus found the victim.

As long as they are human beings, they will leave traces, let alone a white-haired young man with such obvious features that will impress anyone who pays the slightest attention. It is impossible to escape without traces.

The victim last time was a celebrity. He saw a lot of people every day. It was unlikely that he would notice some passers-by who seemed to be specially disguised and dressed up. He could not provide any useful information. But this time it was different. The victim was an ordinary person and he was likely to notice. People who pay too much attention to themselves.

So during the recording of the confession and the interrogation, Judy sidetracked the murderer and the victim respectively.

The murderer did not understand the insinuations one after another, which indirectly expressed that he had not paid attention to any white-haired young man with obvious characteristics in his life.

But the victims understood.

After two or three insinuations, she hesitantly said: "If you are talking about strange people, well... I think I have met them,"

"But he's not a bad guy!"

"It's just that I noticed him unilaterally..."

Under Judy's keen questioning, the victim fully told the strange person she had met: just a few days before the FBI found her, a strange customer came to the fast food restaurant.

The customer looked very young, like a high school student, with long snow-colored wolf tail hair. He was wearing a peaked cap, and his blood-colored eyes were hidden under the shadow of the hat brim. He stepped forward and walked to the counter. He lowered his head and carefully looked at the menu placed on the counter table, then raised his head slightly and smiled. When ordering, the victim was reminded of Snow Wolf.

Amid the pale whiteness, the hunter with sharp eyes braved the wind and frost and shuttled through the snow-capped mountains in the biting cold wind.

At that time, there were two people at the counter of the fast food restaurant, one was the clerk responsible for cashiering, and the other was the clerk responsible for preparing food. The victim was the latter.

The strange customer said this to the cashier, but the victim standing aside felt inexplicably that he seemed to be paying attention to him with his peripheral vision, so he felt a little like a rabbit being targeted by a hunter, and felt inexplicably nervous. I was a little confused when I was making ice cream, which made the ice cream look a little ugly.

What made her even more nervous was that when she wanted to pass the ice cream to her colleague, the customer naturally reached out and took the ice cream directly from her hand.

That ice cream is pure white.

The white-haired, wolf-tailed customer twirled the ice cream as if thoughtfully, and whispered to himself, "White matcha ice cream?"

Among the items he ordered, the ice cream was matcha flavored, but the victim ordered the original flavor.

The victim's heart was raised at that moment, and before he could react, he closed his eyes subconsciously and was ready to welcome the ice cream with his face: just a few hours ago, a clerk ordered the wrong ice cream flavor and was expressed by a customer. Feeling dissatisfied, he simply greeted the wrong ice cream with his face.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, before she heard her colleague's hesitant response to take the ice cream, she heard the customer's second sentence to himself, "Sure enough, everything in New York is sweet."

"Excuse me, are my other meals ready?"

The customer finished his meal in the store and left.

Looking back now, the victim found that he seemed to have subconsciously not looked at the guest's face. He only remembered the crooked red eyes under the brim of her hat and the somewhat smiling questioning tone after she opened her eyes blankly.

"This is the only time I have met a strange person recently," the victim said to Judy. "However, it was a weekend and he was dressed casually. He was probably a student going out with friends and would not be involved in the case. Does it matter?"

"Anyway, he is not a student of our school..."

If she was a student in their school, she must have heard about it.

Judy: "..."

Very good, it's not Yan Guowen. The 'master' walked around in front of the victim quite calmly and met the victim face to face.

It's quite gratifying. Now that the trace has been found, the gap between the other party and the FBI in the investigation seems to have narrowed. The criminal does not seem so scary...

Weird.

Judy frowned tightly, lost in thought, and was still a little distracted when someone came over with a tray to serve her food, "Thank you."

She took the tray and placed it on the table.

But the 'clerk' who delivered the food did not leave. Instead, he sat down across the table and said, "You're welcome."

He put his elbow on the table, raised his head, and exclaimed with a smile, "It's amazing."

"I've been waiting from 11 o'clock until now, more than four hours."

Under the long brim of the peaked cap, the red eyes were smiling, "The FBI has been going out for dinner since ten o'clock. I thought I was late."

It's a future.

A living future.

Judy was stunned.

She was not only stunned, but also a little dumbfounded and tongue-tied. For the first few seconds, she stared straight at Ichiyo Mirai, opening her mouth but unable to speak. After a few seconds, she looked around subconsciously, like a fugitive criminal. He quickly glanced at the people and things around him.

Finally, she came to her senses, looked at Mirai Ichijo again, pressed her hand on the table, "You..."

Mirai Ichijou smiled and repeated, "Me."

His eyes fell on Judy's other hand under the table. He wanted to tease the FBI investigator by saying something like, 'So you are thinking of me. It seems that I am very interesting to you.' Words that don't change the face, distort the facts and make people hypertensive.

But when he thought of 'Yiyi Yiwei', the ring, and the mysterious fiancée, and glanced at the slender, obviously female wrist beside the table, Yiyi Future restrained his bad taste and calmly distanced himself, "You Did you bring a gun?"

"You don't want to shoot me, do you?"

After this sentence, the second half of the sentence that was supposed to follow was a familiar and intimate complaint: 'Then I will be very sad'.

Before speaking out naturally, Ichijo Miku thought of 'Ichiko Mirai' again, so he paused and once again restrained his naturally overflowing bad taste, "This is on the street."

"Using guns in public will make people scream and panic."

He seriously reflected on himself: usually he was used to being unscrupulous and evil, but suddenly he had to keep a distant distance. Instead, he was a little unfamiliar and unaccustomed, and he would say misunderstood words if he was not careful.

He also gave himself a warning: He was not facing male victims such as Gin Zhufushi, Kagemitsu Akai Shuichi, etc., so be careful in what you say and do.

Judy noticed a subtle freeze between the words in the future, and noticed that he seemed to change the wording temporarily.

Her eyes flashed, and her right hand holding the pistol placed it on the table, "What a coincidence, I was thinking about you, how you managed to find those criminals in advance every time,"

"I didn't expect you to come to see me. I thought you were going to see Mr. Akai."

"Because of you, Mr. Akai's three meals a day and commuting time are very standard. He gets off work at five o'clock every day. You can probably go to him at night. He will definitely be at home."

When saying this, Judy tried to bring some teasing to lighten the tense atmosphere, and also to gain some voice of her own from what was obviously a dominant situation in the future.

But she was very nervous now, and her tone became calmer.

"Ah, no," Mirai Ichijo refused casually, "If you go to find that guy at night, wouldn't it be possible that when you sleep, you will dream about that face that is more stable than a corpse?"

"It's a nightmare."

His eyes looked over Judy's body, making an assessment: the performance was not bad.

"Don't want to have lunch? You..." Mirai Ichijo paused again, suspending his words.

He had to reflect on his own behavior again. He paused for two or three seconds, then put down his hand, sat up straight, and said calmly: "You are my alternative."

"Want to cooperate, alternative?"

Judy: "..."

Inevitably, her eyelids twitched.

Alternative, what do you mean?

It means there is an opportunity to cooperate with this criminal.

This is a very dangerous opportunity. Some FBI agents who have no ambitions or ambitions, and are very self-aware and content with themselves will immediately reject it, for fear that if it is too late, they will be swallowed by a lion.

Some FBI agents who are ambitious or unaware of themselves will be ecstatic and eager to agree immediately.

Neither of these has anything to do with Judy. What she needs to weigh is more realistic: Ichijo's first choice for the future is Shuichi Akai.

Their relationship didn't look very good. When he mentioned Akai Shuichi just now, Ichijo Mirai's tone was very disgusting.

But this does not mean that their cooperation is shaky. On the contrary, Judy believes that it proves that their cooperation is strong.

Even though he dislikes Shuichi Akai so much, he still regards him as his first choice, which shows that Mirai Ichijo is indeed very satisfied with the strength he has shown.

As long as Shuichi Akai's strength does not decline for a day, or someone better than Shuichi Akai does not appear, he will always be the first choice.

As an alternative, its use is probably...

When their patience with each other reaches the limit, and one of them can't stand it anymore even if he holds his nose in the future, this is a way out. He retreats to find alternatives to cooperate once or twice. When his mood improves, he cooperates with the first one again.

Or when you are tired of eating one meal, take a bite of other types of meals to relieve yourself.

Of course, if Ichijo is a Duanshui master in the future, his attitude toward the first choice and the second choice will be similar. He will not favor one party too much, but will balance cooperation opportunities to satisfy both of them.

Wait, there seems to be something weird...

Mirai Ichijo still had a good-natured smile. Judy looked at him, gathered her thoughts, and fell silent.

She has analyzed the disadvantages, has no ambitions, and is self-aware. Logically speaking, she should reject it outright.

However, having no ambition does not mean that there is nothing you want. The disadvantages are obvious, but it does not mean that there are no benefits.

For example: Mirai Ichijo is a very powerful criminal, so does he know the traces of other criminals, and does he know the existence of the organization?

Even the FBI has noticed it, and he is most likely aware of it.

Even if he doesn't know, based on his performance in New York, as long as he investigates carefully, he can get many clues in just a few months.

that……

"You are hesitating," Mirai Ichijo's voice was a little low, like a whisper, a soliloquy that echoed in the human heart. "Reason tells you that you should refuse, but your feelings tell you that you should agree."

"You are wandering between refusal and agreement, and you are hesitant about opening Pandora's box. In your opinion, I am Pandora's box."

He paused for a moment, and without changing his expression, he paused the words 'open me' and so on, and said calmly: "You seem to have concerns, but you are willing to take risks because of something,"

"Can you tell me what it is?"

It is more difficult to control the tone of almost every sentence than to ask a cat not to push the cup on the table, or to ask a cunning fox not to coax the meat out of the crow's mouth.

Controlling his nature one after another, Mirai Ichichi almost had some nature not to laugh, "You know me."

Judy learns about a future ability.

After a brief silence, she slowly spoke, "What is the specific content of the cooperation?"

"May I assist you and help you get a more friendly attitude from the FBI?"

"To be precise," Ichijo Future smiled, "it's a position."

……what?

Judy frowned, suddenly something was wrong, "You mean, you want to..."

Mirai Ichijo tapped his finger on the table casually and responded affirmatively, "Yes, I don't want to stay in prison and cooperate with the FBI,"

This is something Judy already knew.

"I don't want to wander outside, like a poor unemployed person with no fixed address and no fixed contact address," Ichijo Mirai sighed without changing his expression, "That would be too pitiful, right?"

"I can't get unemployment benefits."

“So, can the FBI give me a job, a legal job that can help me handle my identity, go through the legal onboarding procedures for me, pay all kinds of taxes for me, and also allow me to provide proof of contract to the landlord when I rent a house? "

Judy: "..."

Her expression became colorful, "You,"

A little outrageous, right?

"I still want a certain right to speak," Mirai Ichijo sighed again, "I don't want to listen to the stupid talk of empty-headed bosses,"

"You understand me, right, Miss Judy?"

Judy continued: "..."

Understandable, she doesn't want to listen to some bullshit orders.

But even she had to hold her nose and listen to some bullshit orders. How could she possibly help a future person achieve the extremely rare achievement of not having to listen to bullshit orders and condescending pointing fingers?

Just when she was about to express her refusal simply and neatly, she heard a voice from the future: "You can."

"You, Akai Shuichi, do you seem to have a special status within the FBI?"

He smiled and repeated, "You can."

"It's just that you have to pay a little price,"

"And as compensation... why don't you tell me what you want me to do? Maybe, I can help you solve your problems."

Judy swallowed her words, and she fell silent again, staring at a smiling face in the future, her eyes flickering uncertainly?

After a while, she said: "Do you know of an organization that 'doesn't exist'?"

"That organization seems to be hidden in the shadows. Few people can detect their traces. Even the FBI has almost no knowledge of them. The members of the organization are like ominous crows that only eat carrion."

"..." Judy took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I want you to help me find that organization."

Before she finished speaking, she paused, "What are you laughing at?"

Mirai Ichijo was smiling, lowering his head, half-lying on the table and laughing.

The long brim of the hat made a high-frequency tapping sound on the table with his uncontrollable laughter, and bit by bit outlined this silent, but large-scale, uncontrollable laugh.

The laugh was silent at first, as if he couldn't help it because he heard something incredible, but he remained polite and silent. Then it gradually became louder, but he still politely kept his voice very low, so that only Judy could hear it. to a low laugh.

She frowned, vaguely aware of something, and asked again, "What are you laughing at?"

After laughing for a while, Mirai Ichijo raised his head and replied: "Ah, I feel happy from the bottom of my heart for you and Mr. Akai's amazing colleagues."

He said politely: "Mr. Akai is really something."

(End of this chapter)