Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 281 Meow

[Time: Year 0. 】

[Location: Tokyo. 】

[Contact: [Newcomer to the organization]. 】

The dark night fell heavily.

Black people spend almost every day in the dark and are creatures of darkness. For normal people, the dark night and dim shadows are something to be alarmed about, but for Gin, they are quite accustomed to it.

However, the night had a slight chill running down my back.

Ever since he met the outstanding and capable new member of the organization, Gin didn't want to see the same dark night in Tokyo at four o'clock in the morning that day.

When the outstanding and capable new member of the organization started sniping wildly in public, he didn't want to see the bright blue sky during the sniping.

I don’t even want to see the dark days and nights when the FBI experienced despair three times.

Gin glanced at the ominous shadows in the courtyard with his peripheral vision, and when he walked towards the villa, he saw a figure moving back and forth on the second floor of the villa.

The courtyard was dark, with deep and shallow shadows of green plants everywhere.

Gin wanted to answer coldly, but before answering, he had already deeply understood a future threat: when I am unhappy, you can't be happy either. If you don't make me happy, I will kill everyone. ?

Neither the FBI nor the organization had ever imagined that one day, when the FBI was being severely beaten, the organization would actually be able to synesthetize and make the same painful sounds of torture.

Good to die.

It's the vodka that arrived early.

It was a somewhat burly figure, walking very fast, passing by a window, as if he was going to pick up something quickly, and then returned quickly.

Each house in the high-end residential area comes with a large courtyard, and the houses are small villas with three floors.

The organization does not.

"No," he took a deep breath and walked towards the stairs, denying his urge to turn around and leave, "an illusion."

Humans can't help but compare. After the comparison, Gin was quite calm.

"Are you making me wait on purpose?"

"It's too late, I've already seen you, you unfortunate guy."

Gin: "..."

"I will be very sad, I will die of sadness."

The same is true today.

It is a voice from the future.

In the short three or four days since Ichijo Mirai became a codename member, Gin has become accustomed to looking back suddenly.

At least he didn't go on a killing spree, attract the police, and then slowly pretend to be innocent. "Oh, are there any wanted criminals nearby?" A lot of police cars are coming.

It was the sound of a Mirai who was in a good mood, had a high level of humor, and was eager to stretch out his claws to play tricks on people.

Almost at the moment when Gin's sight was like a bullet escaping from the muzzle of a gun, a lively voice that was a little too young sounded out in the thick shadow, "You are so slow."

In the vague blur, a white sneaker hangs on the stairs, like the remains of a person who hanged himself, suggesting that there is a person sitting on the stairs, lazily bending one leg and looking over.

Gin's brows furrowed for a moment: he was walking back and forth so obviously, not avoiding the window or closing the curtains.

"You don't want to pretend you didn't hear it," a voice from the future said with a smile, "Just go out the same way you plan to come in, right?"

And this is just synaesthesia on one side of the organization.

But the second floor was still shrouded in a thick shadow like black mist. The shadow hovered on the stairs on the side of the living room, covering all the stairs above the turning platform of the stairs.

He said softly: "If you turn around and leave now, I will mistakenly think that you are dissatisfied with the new code-named members of the organization, and will think, 'One or two of them treat me with such an attitude, are my colleagues bullying me?' doubts."

...This is something that has silenced the few people who knew about it, but has caused them to suffer for a long time.

He inserted the key into the lock, and when he turned the lock core, his eyes returned to the rich shadows woven by the green plants and buildings not far away. After entering, he coldly slammed the door.

Suddenly, he froze, his gaze heading towards the stairs.

"Why are you here?"

This is a high-end residential area, one of Gin's temporary places to stay. This place is actually a bit conspicuous. If it were not already early in the morning, as long as the lights are not turned on for a long time, almost no one would notice anyone in the house. In recent days, Tian Tian has an important transaction that lives nearby and can be monitored nearby. He will not choose to settle here.

Of course, he was lucky and found no suspicious traces every time.

It is so painful that every time I walk in a place shrouded in darkness, walk on a deserted street, or walk in a deep and secluded alley, Gin will often feel like I will see ghosts if I walk too much at night. From time to time, I will feel subtle A chill creeps up the back of my neck, and I subconsciously glance around cautiously, looking for a figure in the future.

After the organization bravely sacrificed his life to save the FBI, and after Mirai Ichichi became a member of Codename, the FBI was rescued.

After a few seconds, he relaxed his brow again: at least he didn't turn on the light.

He opened the door to the villa, stepped in, and reached out to unbutton his windbreaker.

The hall of the villa is large and decorated with larger glass windows. The moonlight spreads far away on the floor, increasing the visibility of the first floor.

As he spoke, he wanted to put back the gun he had subconsciously pulled out.

His eyelids twitched, and for a moment he had the urge to button up his long windbreaker and turn away.

A blessing for the future.

Drawing a gun subconsciously when encountering an emergency is a professional move engraved in Gin's DNA.

This kind of instinctive action can often save his life at certain moments, and it has indeed been of great use many times. This time, when his sharp eyes were directed towards the stairs, Gin subconsciously pulled out his gun.

But sadly, when he subjectively reached out to touch the gun, he realized that the moment he heard a voice from the future, he had already pushed the gun back without thinking, as if he had done it thousands of times. Even he himself Neither noticed it.

There is only one reason: being pointed at a gun will make Ichijou even more unhappy in the future.

Or happier.

These are all fatal development trends.

"..." There was an inevitable silence, and Gin adjusted his breathing again, his eyes fixed on the top of the sneaker, and he saw a little red, "Are you injured?"

As he got closer, the thick shadows on the stairs became lighter, and he could see a future.

A future figure is not sitting on the stairs, but lying lazily on the stairs with his knees bent, as if he is enjoying the warm sunshine at noon on the lawn. One of his legs is bent, his hand is behind his head, and the other leg is straightened. , the virtual point is on the turning platform of the stairs.

Because of his posture, the legs of his black pants were stretched upwards, exposing part of his ankles.

There is a bright red between the black pants, flesh-colored ankles and white sneakers.

The red was still wet, and a drop of blood condensed from the edge of the pants. It shook a few times slowly, fell into the shoes, and disappeared from Gin's sight.

His brows furrowed, "Who hurt you?"

Which brave man is so bold and dares to hurt the future, isn't he afraid of arousing the interest of this demon?

Gin respects the brave.

And he couldn't wait to know which force the hero came from, whether he alone paid the price for attacking a future, or whether he and the force paid a heavy price. He also vaguely prepared for the worst, and had a heavy expectation: not the FBI, not MI6, not any famous positive or negative organization, it is best to be a small gang looking for death, and you can play whatever you want in the future. ,nothing.

"Ah, this," Mirai Ichijo sat up, put his hand on the step beside him, and casually glanced at the blood on his shoes, "it's the blood from your hands."

He said happily: "I am not a search engine. Of course I don't know where you will be tonight, but I am afraid that if I ask you, you will run away directly. I can only grab a few mice and ask them."

"I asked them not to tell you,"

"But why didn't they really tell you? Was it a betrayal? It was a betrayal. The first day I met you, I knew that there were many undercover agents with wandering thoughts in the organization. This is not okay. Why don't I help the organization solve it!"

Gin: "..."

In less than three minutes, Gin was silent three or four times.

His eyes stopped at the wet hem of a pair of future trousers, and a deep mark formed between his eyebrows, which he quickly let go.

"Need not."

Of course this is betrayal.

No matter what, revealing Gin's whereabouts and not giving Gin a warning after a lucky escape...if he really survived by chance, is an undoubted act of betrayal.

Logically speaking, Gin would not hesitate to issue a kill order and kill all those guys who might be lucky enough to survive.

But what they faced was a future.

That’s not quite a betrayal, it’s an extenuating circumstance, a work-related injury…

Moreover, Gin has always been hiding his whereabouts. To find him, he must interrogate many members of the organization and put together a complete puzzle of his usual whereabouts.

...Wait a minute, not most of the members of the organization in Tokyo...

Ichijo Mirai said: "Don't worry, I only asked about ten people."

He held his head and his smile deepened, "What do you mean by your eyes?"

"As if I am some unforgivable evil devil."

Is not it?

For official forces, a future is truly 'Satan', especially the FBI.

For the organization, a future is also a devilish existence.

The devil is the devil. He single-handedly put the organization on the "Top 30 World Terrorist Organizations" ranking in the dark world.

And it only took him three cases.

No one wants to believe that 'Satan', who has created three cases, is single-handed. It is really terrifying, so terrifying that it has exceeded the scope of human strength. In contrast, they accept that there is a person behind 'Satan'. An organization dedicated to him.

This ranking was compiled by professional dark world personnel, and the first place proposed was New York.

They witnessed with their own eyes the transformation of the FBI from furious to despondent and clamped their tails. They took the lead in proposing it and were satisfied after receiving tacit recognition.

The organization was less than satisfied.

What's even more dissatisfying is that when referring to the organization, the title they used was actually 'Satan'.

...This is slander.

Serious slander.

Everyone in the know can't help but raise their brows and slander the moment they find out.

Gin knew that after Mirai Ichijo became a member of Codename, Belmod personally went to clean up the dark world in New York, crushed the rankings, and contributed his mercy to the FBI in maintaining peace in New York.

and moved the organization up five more points in the new rankings.

...I can only say that this cannot be blamed on Ichijo Mirai, but on Belmode.

It's all Belmode's fault.

Gin prefers to blame someone who can be blamed. He denied it without blinking an eye, "How could it be possible? You are not the devil who has sinned unforgivably."

He took a few steps forward and climbed the stairs, his eyes fixed on the red color again, "Are the people you asked about still alive?"

Like shaking a bone, Mirai shook his shoes. When he noticed that Gin first moved his eyes to follow his shoes, and then immediately froze his expression after reacting, his smile deepened, "Don't worry, they are all still alive,"

"Do you think I'm a bastard who would kill my colleagues? It's so sad."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, shook it, and lazily called, "Vodka."

There were faint sounds of hurried footsteps running around on the second floor. Three or four seconds after a call from the future, a figure rushed out and handed a glass of water, "Hot sugar water."

Vodka was also wearing a black suit and black sunglasses, but he didn't look very glamorous. He looked like he had rolled around on the ground a few times, and the suit was wrinkled.

There was dirt and blood on his hands.

Some of these marks were rubbed onto the glass.

Mirai Ichijo saw it. He smiled at the unfortunate Vodka who had arrived at the villa one step ahead and had been teased. He took the cup and without stopping for a second, he handed it down generously, "Here you are."

"Thank you for working overtime."

Ignoring the sight of shaking and tossing a Frisbee, which was a bit like flirting with a cat and teasing a dog, when he said this, Mirai Ichijo was still very well-behaved. He restrained his hypertensive tone and put on an innocent look. It looks like the gentle Yamato Nadeshiko is showing love to her husband who works overtime.

If I hadn't deliberately turned the dirty side of the cup from an angle that Gin could see to an angle that Gin couldn't see.

"...If you don't want to drink it, you don't have to drink it," Gin walked up and took the cup. He glanced at the vodka, "What's the matter?"

Vodka, as if he had been granted amnesty, quickly went downstairs and stood behind Gin.

Mirai Ichijo: "Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?"

"It turns out that we don't have anything in common with each other. I originally thought that you were my guide, the teacher who guided me in the darkness. Everything I did was inspired by you."

Gin interrupted, "Don't slander me."

In the dimness, his dark green pupils were smaller than usual and looked colder. He was staring at a future that was carelessly teasing his emotions. "Everything else is fine, but this one is not."

'Everything I do is guided and inspired by you! 'It tarnishes Gin's character too much.

...Yes, smear.

Gin glanced at a future ankle that was still bleeding, moved his hands, resisted the urge to hold this guy's ankle, drag him down and shoot him, and asked again, "What's the matter?"

A future man retracted his legs and sat up cross-legged on the stairs, protecting both feet under his knees and palms.

He showed a cute smile, "Since you asked the question sincerely, then I will tell you with great mercy, in order to prevent the world from being destroyed and to maintain the peace of the world, a cute and charming villain,"

"Oh, I'm talking about you, not me."

"Do you know 'Akai Mutake'?"

——What, Gin heard about this name and found Akai Shuichi, will he take action?

Oops, what should I do? A decent character who is neither cute nor charming can definitely handle it, right?

You can't just meet in front of the tombstone.

:)

(End of this chapter)