Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 282: Is Rum as strong as my background?

This tone...

This is the tone of someone who has stared at a new toy and been resisted a few times by the toy, not lightly or not, so his eyes widened and he stared at the new toy intently, wagging his tail eagerly and calculating...

Gin didn't blink or hesitate for a second, "I haven't heard of it."

Even after answering, he started to think: Akai Muwu?

This name seems familiar.

If it were any other name, Gin wouldn't have any impression, but for some reason, this name seemed to him to have some indirect relationship with Mirai Ichijo. You don't want the organization to be discovered, do you? Under the threat of natural disasters, the relevant impressions quickly came out from the depths of his mind, but they were very vague and inaccurate.

If he said it, Ichijo Mirai would probably enthusiastically help him recall it more accurately.

So when he spoke again, he still said without changing his expression: "I never remember the names of dead people."

It's the truth.

It can make an impression on Gin, but not that much. There is a high probability that he is just a dead person who once made the organization care, but is no longer a threat.

The Haneda Koji case, also the Amanda case, was a case where the waste Rum fully demonstrated how much of a waste he was. It was a very important operation of the organization, but the waste made a mess.

"I see," Ichijo Mirai nodded deeply, "I thought you clearly remembered it but didn't tell me, so you were planning to deliberately lie to me. It turns out you just didn't remember it clearly."

When faced with Rum's crap.

He calmly raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you have any impression that Akai Muwu is still alive?"

"Whose force are they from?"

Gin: "..."

Now, Mirai Ichijo mentioned 'Akai Mutake' because...

The vague and dusty impression became clear after two reminders. Gin remembered the person 'Akai Mutake', and also remembered why he inexplicably felt that this person had an indirect relationship with Ichijo Mirai.

'You lied to me. '

The stall ruined by Waste Rum led to the pursuit of Akai Muwu. Ichijo has been abandoned by Rum in the future and is sharpening his sword to chase Rum.

He was only three or four steps away from the future. As long as he took a few more steps forward, he would be able to step on the step marked with white sneakers. According to the structure of the stairs, he was at the bottom and should have been lower.

Since it's a new toy I'm eyeing in the future, it should be in Tokyo.

"You met him and are you interested in him?"

He was so confused that the existence of the organization was almost exposed. All parties used the case to try to detect traces of the organization, and Akai Mutake was one of them.

"This guy..."

A kind of aura like crushing ants to death. If you are unhappy, you can crush Gin to death.

In the same way, when Ichijo Miku looked at Gin, he needed to look up. He raised his head with a surprised and surprised expression, "Are you lying to me?"

The FBI has just wiped out three waves. On the one hand, all forces are tacitly silent about martial law, and on the other hand, they are quietly invading Tokyo, trying to get clues.

On the one hand, Gin wanted to frown: The guy who wanted to investigate the organization was not dead? Waste rum!

On the other hand, Gin wanted to show off his eyebrows again: thanks for the new toys.

"Do you have any impression of these two words?"

The organization spent a lot of effort to suppress the impact of this case, making this case fade away from the focus of people's attention and become silent in the cold river of time.

He ignored the 'you, end, la' that he heard in his hallucination, and paused, "I have an impression, but I can't remember it clearly."

So he was taller. When looking at a future, he needed to lower his eyes to see.

'You're done. '

Of course, Mirai Ichijo will not crush Gin to death like an ant. He has never been a kind-hearted person. He only shows a big smile and does all kinds of behaviors that are beyond the organization's expectations and beyond the normal tolerance of normal people's nerves. Duode, torturing everyone except himself.

Mirai Ichijo laughed, "'The name of a dead person'?"

It's very indirect and tortuous, but rounding it off, Akai Mutake and Ichijo Mirai have something in common.

This case is indirectly related to Ichijo Mirai because:

This new toy is probably someone from an unlucky party who was unlucky enough to find the right clues.

There was an aura about him.

No one understands better than Gin how this guy tortured him, tortured the organization, tortured Tokyo, and tortured the world.

Gin is one of them, the memory point is the irritating waste of rum.

This is an illusion.

This is a shameless question.

He tilted his head uncertainly, "FBI? The Haneda Koji case?"

But Mirai Ichijo is sitting and Gin is standing.

Obviously the gin is higher and the Ichimi Mirai is lower, but he has a calm and leisurely casual attitude, as if he is the one condescending, not like sitting cross-legged on the stairs and looking up, but like sitting He looked down casually on the throne.

The reason is simple: crap rum.

"Still want to take care of Rum?"

'How do you know it's the name of a dead man? '

Not many people still remember this case.

No matter which one it is, it represents a diversion of attention in the future, and there is something to play with casually. As long as the toys are willing to learn organization and make huge sacrifices for world peace, 'Satan' will not be triggered again. World Announcement.

As for whether they are willing to...

The organizations are willing, they must be willing.

"Please note," a future polite reminder, "before you ask me in a familiar manner, you should pretend to be 'Ah, I remembered, it turned out to be that case'. If you remain expressionless, I will I thought you always remembered that you were really just planning to lie to me,"

"No, I didn't meet Akai Mutake, I just met a very interesting person." He cheered up a little, "You mean, this case is related to Rum?"

Although he knew nothing about the details of the case, Ichijo Mirai thought about it and blindly guessed: "Is it a failed operation?"

In the thick shadow, his red eyes seemed to light up faintly. For a moment, Gin had the illusion of seeing the vertical pupils of a red devil.

The vertical pupils represent the devil's interest.

"Well, it failed miserably and almost exposed the existence of the organization." Gin glanced at the cup in his hand, looked at Mirai Ichijo who was sitting, and gestured towards the living room on the first floor, "Go down to talk?"

"There is relevant information in the organization, but it's not here."

He looked back at Vodka.

Vodka immediately turned around and left, "Okay, big brother, I'll prepare the information right now!"

Not even a moment of hesitation.

It was as if he had received a subtle hint from Gin, and he decisively followed orders to leave the dangerous situation. It was also as if he had not received Gin's hint, but heeded the instructions of his heart, and decisively left the dangerous area. The speed was too fast, and Gin was unsure, so he paused for a few seconds before looking at Mirai Ichijo again, "Huh?"

He held out his left hand.

Gin is left-handed. When he took the cup, he used his left hand, and now he is extending his left hand.

Since the pistol was on his left side, with his left hand retracted, Ichimi Mirai might have misunderstood.

It's not a real misunderstanding, but just telling lies with open eyes. "Hey, why did you take back your left hand? Are you planning to attack me?" They are planning to sneak attack me! Damn it, you actually dare to sneak attack on the great Messiah, I stand on the moral high ground and will punish you! '.

Mirai Ichijo looked at the water cup and raised his eyebrows, "You're really a strange person for holding someone with a cup."

He stretched out his hand, avoiding the rim of the cup that Gin was holding, and gave the cup a perfunctory squeeze. He stood up without using much force on his hands and exerting force on his calves.

In the process of standing up, he happened to look into Gin's dark green eyes. He couldn't help but pause for a moment, and a sense of familiarity flashed past, "Huh,"

"and many more."

"Green eyes," Mirai Ichijo maintained his position as he had just stood up, and looked seriously at the dark green eyes, then lowered his gaze and looked at Gin's left hand holding the cup, "Left-handed,"

There is a strong smell of blood hovering in the air, which also adds to the sense of familiarity.

He shifted his gaze and looked at the silver hair "long hair" on the side of Gin's long black windbreaker.

Dark green eyes, long hair, left-handed.

Which person can be composed of these three elements? Gin.

But there is another person that can be formed: Shuichi Akai.

For a moment, Mirai Ichichi recalled the car accident, the dark green eyes staring coldly at him in the blood, and the blood-red eyes that clearly had no blood feud with him, but they bit him like a mad dog, bursting out. Shuichi Akai, who had a terrifying death-to-death momentum, did not hesitate to block for himself the moment before the explosion.

A future eye moved, "Wow,"

He somewhat lamented his preference in choosing the target of persecution, "No wonder when I first saw that guy, my hands felt itchy and I wanted to tease him out of habit. I see."

Gin didn't understand and turned sideways to make way for part of the stairs, "What?"

"I don't know Akai Mutake, and I have no interest in getting to know him yet," Mirai Ichichichi walked down the stairs, "However, I suggest you get to know him,"

As they passed each other, he glanced at Gin's appearance and compared it with the appearance of Akai Shuichi in his impression. He found that the two people could not be said to be exactly the same, they could only be said to be completely different.

But they all feel somewhat similar.

Because they were all cold-faced monsters, when facing him, their eyes were like lone wolves on the grassland, deep and alert, their brows were always pressed down, and their brows were like cold moonlight blades.

"Perhaps," Mirai Ichijo paused for a moment on the bottom stairs, looking back at Gin on the upper stairs, which was quite meaningful, "through him, you can get to know a half-brother you have never met before."

He jumped down three or four flights of stairs and jumped directly to the ground. His tone was light and his attitude was jovial, as if he was having fun. He was very frivolous and said, "It's really interesting."

Gin frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Ichichi Mirai say again: "Especially when you frown,"

Ichijo Mirai sighed, "That kind of expression that you can't understand me but you can't do anything about me, you can only endure it, frowning while trying your best to endure..."

"It's great, oh no, it's so heart-wrenching."

When Ichijo Mirai frowned before the sigh appeared, Gin immediately relaxed his brows, as if he had never frowned unconsciously.

He turned around without changing his expression, looked at Mirai Ichijo who was sitting casually on the sofa, and also walked towards the sofa, "Really?"

"No need, I'm not interested in getting my hands on other people's prey."

He is also not interested in grabbing the prey of an extremely possessive guy.

"Involving other people's prey?" Ichijo Mirai repeated, showing a false smile, "In the eyes of the prey, maybe I am the prey."

"Your acumen is the same," he held up his chin, observing Gin's expression, and became excited again, "but when you sense danger, you will avoid it without hesitation, and he will be as hard as a madman. Rush up alive."

He studied Gin's expression, looking for the shadow of another pair of dark green eyes in those dark green eyes.

No one likes to be treated as someone else unless there is huge benefit to be gained.

Gin didn't like it.

But happy: I hope the unlucky green-eyed gentleman can hold on a little longer.

So he didn't care at all as Ichigo Mirai looked at him, as if he wanted to see the excitement of others through himself, he only moved his eyes and calmly sat down on the other side of the sofa, "Then you must be very interested."

"I hope you can tame him soon."

He looked towards the darkness on the side of the living room, caught the sound of the printer, and said calmly: "Is your prey related to rum?"

"I hope he's a smart guy and hasn't done anything to your prey."

One mouthful of 'your prey', and very inconsistent.

"I thought you would hope that he would touch my prey without knowing it." Mirai Ichijo listened to the sound of the printer and estimated that in another minute, he would be able to see the information. "I didn't expect you to be so unkind to him." Colleagues?”

"Wow,"

He exclaimed, "You two look more alike."

Shuichi Akai has a small number of colleagues, so small that Ichijo Mirai wants to mourn for Judy.

Gin also has a few co-workers, although they are duplicitous, they say they hope Rum will be fine, but they actually hope something happens to Rum.

In the study room on the first floor, the sound of the printer stopped, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

Vodka hurried over with two printed documents, one to Gin and one to Mirai Ichijo.

Gin didn't make any comments or reactions to Ichimi Mirai's words just now. As if he didn't realize it, he took the information with a calm expression, signaled Vodka to go out, and then lowered his head to review.

Mirai Ichijo is reading the information.

The Haneda Koji case is very simple. It was an assassination operation carried out by the organization, but the target was not Haneda Koji, but a woman named Amanda.

That was a very wealthy woman.

The description in the information is: capitalist.

She looked very old, her skin was already sagging, and there were many age spots scattered all over her body. However, there was an unquestionable toughness between her eyebrows and eyes, which made her look very authoritative. She looked about fifty or sixty years old.

But data records show that her real age is 70 or 80 years old.

A hand from the future fell on Amanda's photo. He looked at the photo and smiled, "Power is such an addictive dreamy fruit."

"Such a capitalist, in order to prevent sudden kidnappings and attacks, would carry at least tens of millions of dollars with him, right?"

"It may be carried by bodyguards, it may be hidden in a car, it may be in a safe, and the three holes of the cunning rabbit will be swept through. It may add up to more than a billion." His red eyes lowered, as if some luster was brewing, "If the mission is carried out, The person is me..."

After thinking for a moment, Mirai Ichijo asked Gin a question seriously.

"Is Rum as strong as my background?"

(End of this chapter)