Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 284 Amazing

……what?

For a moment, a thought that was actively thinking about the future paused, as if the pause button had been pressed.

He frowned in confusion, "What?"

"what are you saying?"

No, no, no, are you talking about unhealthy things?

Worthy of being the neon mafia!

Ichijo Mirai put the information on the coffee table, sat back, let his back rest on the soft sofa fabric, and used a casual and relaxed posture to distance himself from Gin.

He casually grabbed his hair, picked up a strand of hair with his fingers and brought it to his eyes to look at it. He made sure that his hair was still black and the skin color of his fingers was still white. He was a little surprised, "Your words are so straightforward, you are identifying me." Do you have any bad habits?"

"I haven't dyed my hair blond now, right? How could you have this very unhealthy misunderstanding? Please don't enter into late-night topics without permission just because it's early in the morning."

"Especially the late-night topics with some special fetishes," Ichijo Mirai denounced. "Although my current identity is a neon mafia, I am not a professional mafia. I am still a newcomer and don't know much about professional knowledge."

"Please be sure not to impart your experience or popular science knowledge to me. First of all, you are not my boss. Secondly, we are not friends. We have not discussed overly personal topics. Finally, I am not interested."

He was very polite, smiling as he spoke, and repeated calmly, "I'm not interested in chokeholds, whips, high heels, gags, ties, clamps, safe words, and the like."

Gin: "..."

Gin's forehead still felt a little cold. He was wary of a future and was prepared to avoid it if this guy suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it at his forehead.

Intuition is ringing: Ichijo Mirai has no murderous intent.

He moved his pupils thoughtfully: Ignoring the slur of 'do you have unhealthy habits?', in fact, the description of Gin was not wrong.

The immediate reminder is still: be careful with your gun.

Gin's expression remained unchanged, "She is the main reason for my misunderstanding."

Aim for the air.

He judged that it was because a future was too dangerous, so dangerous that even without murderous intent, his radar trembled and buzzed.

After saying that, the next second, his forehead might hit the cold muzzle of the gun.

The gut feeling continued: The car was dangerous.

As if I had experienced it many times, I smelled it keenly.

When Ichijo Miku stepped back a little and let the light shadow cover his face with a faint layer of darkness, Gin remembered the second meeting with him.

This kind of intuition makes no sense. It is the instinct of animals to capture life. Only sharp animals that have experienced hundreds of battles can detect it consciously, forming a vague early warning of uneasiness in their hearts. However, Gin and Ichijo Mirai have known each other for less than three months. Minutes later, on the second meeting, I could smell it keenly.

But his thoughts were stuck for a moment. Inexplicably, he felt a little certain: Ichijo Mirai might shoot, but it wouldn't be aimed at his forehead and heart. It would be aimed at the air, and it wouldn't hit him at all. There was no need to hide, hide. Instead, you may be accidentally shot.

But can't say.

The immediate response is: watch out for bombs.

That time, Mirai Ichijo did nothing, and it was only after he left the alley that he showed his devilish nature. But every time he recalled it, Gin seemed to intuitively feel the suffocation and urgency of a knife on his neck.

Especially when it comes to Belmode.

When Leng Buding shoots and detonates the bullets on the car, he will show an excited expression, his red eyes will shine with eagerness, and his darker pupils will shrink due to excitement, as if he is willing to die.

It is not difficult to imagine what Ichijou will look like when he kills people in the future. Gin's intuition sketched a few strokes in his mind, and then he sketched a pair of lifelike red eyes.

And this look, at certain moments, makes it easy to imagine him being restrained by a tightened tie, slowly suffocating, but still smiling with ease, as if he was provoking.

He moved his fingers, restrained his subconscious movement of raising his hand to touch his cheekbones, and calmly explained: "You gave me the impression that you are not afraid of danger and are willing to pursue excitement."

"Perhaps," Gin said, "you will shudder when you blow up your own death with your own hands,"

Gin frowned, dispelling the impossible premonition that Ichijo would shoot in the air in the future, and explained seriously: "Maybe it's a stereotype, maybe it's what you did that made me misunderstand."

Mirai Ichijo sighed meaningfully, "Really? I see."

...What kind of weird intuition is this?

Those who are not present will always be blamed.

"It will be fun."

My intuition kept ringing: Be careful in the future. This lunatic can suddenly pull out a gun with a friendly smile and a peaceful gesture without murderous intent at any time, and aim it at Gin's head...

Of course: "It's Belmod's problem."

It's all Belmode's fault.

"...I'm sorry," Gin said in a long and delicate silence, "I misunderstood."

Ignoring the fact that Future always slandered him, he actually wanted to reply calmly: "Really, but it sounds like you are very interested and know a lot of professional knowledge."

It was the same now, Mirai Ichijo was smiling, speaking at a leisurely pace, with a nonchalant tone, and a bit of joking when clarifying his innocence, but Gin's intuition was ringing.

Belmod is a beautiful venomous snake. Since there are snakes that can seduce Adam and Eve to eat the forbidden fruit, she might also be able to hook a future pleasure point with a dangerous and charming hook.

I remembered the moment in the alley when Mirai Ichichichi completed his mission and walked back to the meeting place leisurely, walking out of a thick shadow.

The gut feeling was still ringing: But this guy had definitely, definitely wanted to kill him.

Mirai Ichijo was not a kind-hearted person. He was a black guy who even Gin thought was a bit radical and ruthless. He would not care about his so-called colleagues. It was not impossible to shoot his colleagues just for fun.

He paused, "Maybe it's because I've seen too many reports, but I haven't seen you with my own eyes when you kill someone."

He didn't seem to say anything, but he seemed to say everything: I misunderstood that you have unhealthy habits. It's not your problem, nor my problem, but because Belmode is an unhealthy adult.

If you haven't seen it, you can only imagine it.

Aiming at gin...

When he died in the game, he was indeed not very nervous, only the thrill of parachuting.

Especially the first few deaths, and the more important deaths.

To other people, death is probably a knife blade covered with honey. When they taste the sweetness, they also taste the taste of their own death's blood. But for Ichigo Mirai, it is just a knife-shaped honeycomb. He just needs to chew it with enthusiasm. For a moment, spit out the odorless beeswax and enjoy the fresh and intoxicating sweetness.

If you think about it carefully, this feeling of death that only players can feel is really perverted.

"I see," Ichijo Mirai paused, repeated thoughtfully, and then stretched out his hand, "I didn't expect that blond lady to have such a bad habit. No wonder she praised me without hesitation and was so shameless that even I felt ashamed. It’s a shame,”

"Contact information."

This doesn’t just mean asking for contact information.

Gin lowered his head and looked at the empty hand. After three or four seconds, he calmly and habitually compromised. He switched his phone to the dialing page and handed it to Ichijo Mirai, "Are you in a hurry?"

Ichijo Mirai dialed out and said without raising his head: "Please help me turn on the lights, thank you."

"To avoid having to talk about shady late-night topics later."

Early morning in Tokyo is afternoon in New York. The sun is just right in the afternoon, and the warm golden glow fills the world. It's a good time to have lunch or drink afternoon tea in the sun on the balcony.

Belmod quickly answered the phone, "Hello,"

She laughed softly, "It's early morning in Tokyo now, right? You would actually call me at this time, oh, it's incredible,"

"Have you not……"

From her voice, Ichijo Mirai could hear the warm sunshine, the relaxed and leisurely atmosphere, and the laziness of relaxation.

Belmode is not like a member of an organization, but like a great beauty who is taking a leisurely vacation, lying on a beach chair and enjoying the sun and the sight of everyone on the beach.

She sounded happy.

Mirai Ichijo was also very happy, and also lowered his voice, "Could it be..."

He heard something, looked at his phone, and then at Gin who resigned himself to turning on the light, "Wow."

"As expected of you,"

'You really isolated me! '

From Belmod's tone and words, Ichigo Mirai could tell that she was gently spitting out the rosy letter and then swallowing it back unhurriedly, seducing people.

Then their relationship is probably a little unusual. Even if they are not a good couple, they are still unclear people who hook up and hook up.

He was about to slander and condemn, but when he received Gin's cold glance, he swallowed it back cautiously.

Not that Gin looked insulted or angry.

But Mirai Ichijo suddenly remembered that Gin was a neon man, but Belmod was a blond.

There is a risk in casually condemning, and there is a chance of getting the same sentence as 'I don't like you, but my girlfriend also likes you, do you want to consider developing something more in-depth with me and my girlfriend': 'Okay' Well, dear, I won’t isolate you, join us~’.

The probability is very small, but if a future health bar is low, you will be killed if you encounter it.

He carefully swallowed his words again and again, swallowing back all the nonsense that might trigger the kind of big move for him and the average A for the neon people. He rarely said hello like a normal person, "Good evening, Bell." Mod.”

There was silence on the other side of the phone.

The beauty of Sunny Beach is like an illusion that does not exist at all, and only the cold silence remains.

There was also a cold silence on the phone.

The source of the coldness is gin.

Gin turned on the light, stood at the edge of the living room, and swung the ice skate towards Mirai Ichijo who had turned on the hands-free.

Mirai Ichijo thought for a moment, and then thought again, quickly weighing between Gin and Belmode, and weighed up who was most likely to use A's ultimate move: Facing him, he could actually say with a smile Belmode of praise.

He decisively gave up teasing Belmode and started lip-syncing, teasing Gin: "Husband, wife, prime minister?"

The two Codename members had almost identical reactions.

Gin: "..."

"No," he said coldly, "this is the silence of two crows biting a piece of meat while seeing a cunning fox."

Or the fox who can definitely trick the crows into getting pieces of meat if they just think about it, and make the crows starve to death.

Before the fox made a move, the two crows did not dare to move, fearing that if they moved, they would be chosen as the glorious unlucky ones.

Now it was Gin who made the first move and spoke to break the silence.

So on the other side of the phone, Belmode moved cautiously and slowly, "Are you..."

It was as if she hadn't just casually made a habit out of her habit, but accidentally hit a terrifying underworld creature. She quickly fell silent. Instead, she was silently identifying a voice from the future, "'Messiah'."

He chuckled again, "Of course, now it's time to call you by your code name, but 'Marc Brandy' is a bit unfamiliar and has a strange meaning, so I don't really want to call it."

"I heard that Gin called you 'Alsace'? It's a nice nickname that avoids any weird connotations."

"It's just that 'Alsace' is one of the famous producing areas of Marc Brandy, and it seems to have another meaning, referring to a person who has fallen from justice and kindness to evil..."

Belmod's voice seemed a little hesitant, and became a little softer. He sighed softly, "I'd better call you 'Messiah'."

She was not far-fetched at all, "You kindly and compassionately send batches of sinful people to heaven. Who is more suitable for this title than you?"

A future: "..."

He wondered what Belmode meant.

First level: 'Marc brandy' has the connotation of scum. How could I call you such a cruel name?

Second level: Report, Gin deliberately slanders you tactfully, and seems to call you a scumbag every day.

Level 3: Shameless flattery.

He flatters Mirai Ichijo, and bravely exposes Gin's slander against Mirai Ichijo. In the midst of the tumult, a clear message emerges: mess with him, but don't mess with me.

For example, if you encounter a poisonous snake, you don't need to run faster than the snake, you just need to run faster than your companions.

A breathtaking future.

He looked at Gin and lowered his voice, imitating the gentle Belmode, and asked, "Really?"

"So you're calling me scum?"

Gin's expression was tense, his lower jaw protruded a bit, and there was a faint green color as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

Before he could open his mouth to defend himself, Belmode immediately spoke with a voice from the future, "GIN probably didn't mean it."

She admitted it for Gin enthusiastically and bravely.

After passing the initial crisis, Belmode continued: "By the way, you called, did you...?"

"Could it be that you want to deal with the FBI again?"

"They are just like a bunch of homeless dogs trying to survive with their tails between their legs," she chuckled. "Unlike GIN, I need to manage public opinion in Tokyo. I only need to be responsible for some individual tasks in New York. Thank you for letting me work in New York." It’s a bit happier.”

"How are you feeling recently? Have you encountered anything interesting? If not, I might be able to give you some fun toys."

'Gin is against you, unlike me, I will only feel sorry for you'.

A breathtaking future.

He was really amazed. Not only was he amazed, but he also asked Gin for his opinion, "Do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)