Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 286:(

Hey, does that kind of drug actually have this effect?

Then, could it really be...

Ichijo Mirai lowered his eyes, went to get the tea cup, and drank a few sips carelessly. He quietly turned his attention to it and adjusted his expression. Then he put down the cup again and tilted his head as if he was amused, showing some bad interest. , even showing his third sharp tooth, "What do you think?"

"What a big reaction. So in your mind, am I so unlikely to have a romantic partner? Please, I am a human being too."

"But it doesn't matter. From now on, you can try to change your impression of me and guess who my possible crush is, for example..."

Gin is watching a future.

The words passed through Mirai's mouth several times, and he met Gin's gaze without any strangeness. It seemed that he had been teasing Belmode carelessly the whole time. When he spoke the words again, he seemed to have brought some... The warmth in the mouth, "You?"

His brows relaxed, his fangs tightened, and his somewhat fake smile was restrained. It was rare that he seemed to be in line with his current age, like a high school student with a gentle temperament. "If you killed more FBI, I might like you more, right?"

Not only a high school student, but also an academic master.

A top student who cares about 'academic performance'.

The teasing meaning was too obvious, Belmod said: "..."

It belongs to those who are top academics. They can only choose one of the two optional additional questions. They cannot answer all of them. They answer every question on the paper with a 100% distressed tone.

This is the truth.

"Generally speaking, I will not implicate my family members, unless there are special circumstances, such as the FBI becoming aware of the existence of the organization and attempting to conduct in-depth investigations."

He asked non-stop: "Do you only work in the FBI?"

Belmode would like to remind you: You said two "everyone", one sounds like the FBI and other enemies, and the other sounds like organization members who are friendly to you. The two seem a bit confusing and may lead to misunderstanding. .

"His last name is..."

She recalled that as a black terrorist, she organized euphemisms to persuade Ichiro to be kinder in the future. She had a vague sense of the absurdity of being a heroic policewoman on the run from a vicious gangster. "But, it was very troublesome and effortless. Please.”

"That's always the case with humans."

Belmode was not very impressed by the dead and needed to recall them.

Of course what comes to mind is not the name of the FBI man, but the young blond FBI lady, "Steline."

After thinking for a while, he added sincerely, "I haven't killed as many as you."

"Dozens."

He smiled again. This time, it was not a perfunctory smile that anyone who knew him could see, but a smile of interest. It was less formal and formal like a banquet and more personal. The sharp third tooth once again Expose a small part.

"Can you tell me how to deal with our family members?" Ichigai Mirai seemed not to feel the quiet air, but still asked himself, "I have never encountered such a special link. However, you will encounter it sooner or later, right?"

Belmode had forgotten this surname, but he remembered it again some time ago because of the grown-up Miss Stelling.

Belmode: "..."

Because there is no FBI in Tokyo.

After absorbing the shock and suspicion, Belmod calmed down and spoke eloquently, "I feel that if I report more numbers, you might be looking at me as someone who is trying to steal your prey. Then, I'm afraid it won't be the case." Will you tease me with some incredibly light-hearted topics?"

She pondered.

But after so many years, she still hasn't killed as many FBI agents as she will in the next week...

"Although it's afternoon for you and half a day has passed, and it's early morning for me and it's just the beginning of a new day. However, even if it takes another twenty hours, I won't be able to kill seventy or eighty FBI agents today."

Him: "You are awesome."

"Dozens of people," Ichijo Mirai pretended not to hear Belmod's somewhat subtle and complicated tone, slowly repeated, and gave the completely opposite conclusion, "Then I'm not as good as you."

"You and Gin will like it more, right?"

"Then you are the best," he repeated with a distressed tone, lowering his eyes to look at the cold liquid in the tea cup, which looked smaller. "You can take down seventy or eighty FBI and eighty-year-old FBI agents once you act." They have hundreds of family members, but I can only kill thirty or forty FBI agents, but I can’t kill their families at all..."

Judy Stelling.

He did not show a standard smile, his expression was calm, and his tone was also calm, "Everyone is strong,"

Ichijo Mirai didn't hide it at all, it was just testing.

She seemed to have been critically hit by the silence skill.

Even though she knew clearly that Yitiao Mirai was being mean, talking nonsense, the basis of a lunatic, and the daily insanity of a cow cat, she still remained silent.

"Will they deal with their families? Probably so."

She replied, "I haven't remembered the specific number. You probably haven't remembered how many people you have killed during this period, right? I can only roughly estimate it is dozens, more than seventy, more than eighty? Anyway, not three number."

A future slowly repeated: "Steline?"

She labeled 'a person she likes in the future' with false labels that are funny and funny, and because one person's future is too important, she labeled them with smaller doubts. She planned to pay more attention to this aspect in the future, "It's really 'like' ?"

"I want to make my first time more perfect and make myself more capable. In this way, the gentleman will like me more, right?"

Belmode spent a long time in New York, and his hostile relationship with the FBI lasted for three years, three years of old, and three more years of patchwork. He killed many FBI agents and their families, and executed many crimes. Task.

"I once chased an FBI to his home. It was late at night. He had a happy family, a beautiful and gentle wife, and a lovely and well-behaved daughter,"

It's definitely just misleading, referring to two groups, not one, right?

Three batches of FBI, one week, adding up to hundreds of people.

But what exactly she was testing, Belmode was a little unsure. She was 'testing the tolerance of the organization', 'testing the tolerance of the world' and 'testing how to single-handedly put an organization named Satan on the map. The world's top terrorist organization hesitated and weighed for a while before answering cautiously.

The vast majority of outstanding veterans have killed as many people as the FBI in just one week.

This means someone is going to be in trouble.

Unfortunately, the unlucky guy couldn't catch this signal.

Gin looked away ruthlessly, not intending to give any hint to the unlucky guy, nor to pay too much attention to the signal to avoid expanding the scope of the unlucky situation. He only heard a voice from the future that was obviously more interested.

"How do you do it?"

There are only a few ways to eradicate the problem. If Mr. Stelling doesn't come home, there will still be some trouble. You need to find his location, and you need to consider whether to use his family as bait.

But Mr. Stelling is a good gentleman who comes home.

He was clearly tracking down a dangerous organization, but he didn't tell his wife and daughter, and he didn't tell too many colleagues. He was vaguely aware of the terror of the organization, and quietly pursued it.

"This is always the case with some excellent police officers. Male police officers will not tell their wives about the cases they are investigating, and female police officers will not tell their husbands about the cases they are investigating." Belmode's tone was much lighter, "They have no sense of defense. I The Mr. Stelling was waiting at their house,"

It's like a weird Möbius strip.

If it is not excellent, the existence of the organization will not be noticed.

If you are excellent, you will have a certain bottom line and basic moral awareness, and will not reveal secrets to those closest to you.

"Excluding the three hours of waiting for him to get off work, I only spent half an hour to deal with him and his family," she said lightly, "it was very easy."

It's really relaxing.

To deal with an FBI family, Bellmode just knocked on the door and subdued Mrs. Stelling the moment she opened the door. She waited for Mr. Stelling to come back, subdued him, and coaxed the awakened Miss Stelling to continue sleeping. The two unconscious adults were placed in the bedroom, gasoline was poured on them, the villa was set on fire, and they were evacuated.

Compared with three human lives, the effort she expended was only a little bit. Everything can be described as easy, just like a human casually crushing an ant.

"They're all dead."

Belmode slowly added, "I thought," "It wasn't until a few days ago, when I returned to New York and observed the FBI's movements, that I found an acquaintance and realized that Miss Stelling was not dead. Instead, she quietly took root in her hatred, contacted the FBI, and tried to avenge her father."

If it weren't for a future action that went too far, even Belmode couldn't help but sympathize with the FBI and pay more attention to them. She didn't even realize that the child she thought was dead was actually alive and well and grew up.

Mirai Ichijo: "Yeah."

He shook the tea cup and hesitated, "You,"

How old was a child to let run away?

This...well...it's hard to say...

It is difficult to evaluate the future.

He was afraid that when he opened his mouth, he would sigh, "You are such a kind lady."

I can only ask: "Did you light a fire and leave?"

He also suggested tactfully, "Perhaps, you can bring a lower-level member and let him be responsible for pouring gasoline, or let Mr. Stelling and Mrs. Stelling compete to pour gasoline. Whoever pours half a circle first, the other party will do it." You can live, you just need to bring your children to join the organization,"

"If they are in a good relationship, they will rush to pour gasoline on every corner of the villa, compete for first place, and leave only their two fingerprints on the gasoline,"

"If they are not in a good relationship, then whoever gets the job done first, or they can pretend to be crazy and admire Mr. Stelling who discovered the traces of tissue, coax them, or use Miss Stelling as a carrot,"

"……It will be all right."

"Then knock all three of them unconscious, lock them in the master bedroom, sit on the bed and watch them choke, and then leave."

Ichijo Mirai thought for a while, "If you are afraid of being burned, you can stand downstairs for a while and make sure there are no windows breaking nearby and the door has not been opened. This will basically make sure they have not escaped."

"If you're really worried, you can wait for half an hour, pretend to be the FBI, and call loudly and urgently to see if there are any survivors."

He adjusted his sitting posture, bent his knees and flicked the cup, "Of course, the most important thing is to always pay attention to the police's news, understand them better than the police, and 'solve problems' for them when they notice trouble,"

"Um……"

"So, how did Miss Stelling survive?"

Belmode: "..."

Why are you so skilled?

Have you ever done that? You have done it before!

Especially the part about 'instructing the two Stelins to rush to pour oil'. He said it without thinking. He must have done it before, right? !

"No."

There was no voice from Belmode on the other end of the phone. On the other end of the phone, Gin seemed to be checking the monitors, carefully looking at the coffee table and crystal lamp, and repeatedly observing the changing angles of the lamp lines.

Ichijo Mirai barely read the air and replied condescendingly, "But this is something that is easy to think of..."

Not to mention the mafia, even players who are absolutely legal citizens, at least 50% of them have the means to kill everyone without any knowledge.

There's nothing difficult about it.

Mirai Ichijo is still a little disappointed, disappointed with Belmod: Sure enough, I had known that this guy was kind like Gin, alas.

Him: "Tsk."

"I was expecting something interesting."

For example, Belmode was well prepared, but due to some accident that was beyond everyone's expectations, Judy survived.

Perhaps, there are also factors such as 'Judy has been smart since she was a child', which adds extra points to this blonde FBI lady.

But I didn't expect that it was because Belmode was kind-hearted.

"Dear," Mirai Ichijo couldn't help but sigh, and first said to Bermod on the other end of the phone, "I'm calling you,"

He also said to Gin who was carefully studying the reflection of the crystal lamp on the coffee table, "I'm calling you too,"

"We're the mafia, aren't we?"

He spoke softly, "Those who work in our industry should abandon some conscience and be ruthless, right?"

"You, ugh."

Belmode: "..."

Gin: "..."

It's really exciting.

"Can you please adjust your mentality?" Mirai Ichijo controlled his tone and tried to teach his colleagues as gently as possible, "You are old people, so you should not need me to say more, just correct your attitude and serve the organization together, okay?"

"Although the organization doesn't pay wages, doesn't take holidays, and there are so many wastes. There are no benefits and a lot of disadvantages, but we must have professional ethics and love what we do, okay?"

Gin: "..."

Belmode: "..."

It got up too hard.

The two seniors didn't speak for a long time. Mirai Ichichi was very disappointed and sighed, "Well, before I find a new toy, you should reflect on yourself and correct your attitude as a mafia, okay?"

He shook his head and sighed, exited [Organization Newcomer], logged in [Police Academy Newcomer], and couldn't help but sigh heavily again.

He raised his hand keenly and directly hit a strong wind coming towards him.

Matsuda Jinpei was in pain, "Hiss!"

He didn't pay much attention to the missed hit. He pounced again and put his arms around the shoulders of Future, who had given up resistance. "Did you hear that?"

This shaggy-haired police officer did not look like a police officer at all. He looked like a police dog that sniffed out dozens of survivors at the earthquake disaster site, so his paws and nose were bloody, but his eyes were extremely bright.

He seemed to be wagging his tail wildly, "Everyone is praising us!"

After all, he is still a young man in his early twenties, and his youthful spirit has not completely dissipated. When he is too excited, he appears a little naive in front of trusted people.

Mirai Ichijo heard the sound and looked outside.

They are now in a police car, retreating from the bank, and their equipment has not yet been replaced.

Everyone who saw the police car on the street outside couldn't help but look over. There were buzzing conversations like mosquitoes. Most of them were talking in amazement about the outstanding performance of the police academy students in the bank case just now, and praising it vigorously. .

Because he didn't know that the person he was praising was in the car, this compliment was like a very high concentration of stimulants, enough to make every rookie police officer with bright eyes work overtime for three days and three nights in a row and still be very motivated.

A future: "..."

He opened Matsuda Jinpei a little with his hands, "Very happy?"

Before Matsuda Jinpei nodded wildly, he said calmly: "The bonus we can receive this time is 100 million,"

"Congratulations, Matsuda-san, for winning 19999999 yen."

"Are you happier?"

Matsuda Jinpei was still looking outside, listening to the compliments with his ears perked up. It took him a few seconds to react, and he suddenly froze and looked towards Ichijo Mirai.

Mirai Ichijo looked at the shocked expression on the face of the police academy student and sighed again: Alas, this classmate is also a kind classmate.

Why are everyone so kind...

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(End of this chapter)