Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 287 Spicy is a kind of pain

Matsuda Jinpei: "?"

How many?

What Ichimi Mirai recited were pure numbers. He recited eight digits in one breath, and only added one yen at the end. To convert the eight-digit spoken number into an actual amount of money, a certain amount of reaction time was required.

Not long, just a few seconds, Matsuda Jinpei reacted, and immediately took on the victim's attitude skillfully, suspiciously, "What?"

He glanced up and down with a future expression, "Me, and other people's bonuses, in total?"

Ichijo Mirai: "It's yours alone."

"Oh," Matsuda Jinpei thought for a while and became more suspicious, "How many others are there?"

"You wouldn't want to bribe me and you with a lot of money to do evil and bully your classmates, and sow discord between us 'future victims', would you?!"

"dream!"

"Hey, let's go to a dinner party today or tomorrow?"

Only the asset owner will be eliminated and the dropped assets will be picked up directly.

Upon hearing this, the first reaction was blank surprise, the second reaction was instinctive disbelief, and the second reaction was belatedly realizing that the police academy students in the car were really capable, so the driver became frightened: "..."

"?!"

"It's about dividing the spoils."

Datehang was sitting behind Matsuda Jinpei and was unpacking his equipment. Hearing this, he raised his head solemnly and said, "Could it be,"

He slowly drew his gun and realized something was wrong again, "Wait, split equally?"

There is a conspiracy!

He quickly became alert and suspicious again, "You,"

Hagiwara Kenji struggled a few times, quickly struggled out of the helmet, and blurted out the following words, "Blackmail?!"

He seemed to be touching a shivering dog and handed out a bone. The name of the bone was: "Nothing, just go play."

Because there are outsiders here, these words are a bit vague, but it is actually asking a question about the future: Today, the blue camp did some behaviors that you are more disgusted with. You hate them, so you don’t want to let it go lightly, and want to teach them a lesson?

A future: "."

How much will I get in the future?

Before being refuted by the kind-hearted classmates, Ichijo Mirai said again: "I don't plan to take too much money, just give me one yen each."

Just use a future favorite paint gun.

Translation: You are an easy fool.

"accurate,"

During the thirty seconds of silence, he was thinking about whether to immediately draw a gun and destroy a future, or whether to immediately draw a gun and destroy a future, or whether to immediately draw a gun and destroy a future.

"Do you know what we have in common about you? It's a common topic that we can talk about all night long, and we can't stop talking about it!"

"Student Zhufu is not allowed to speak," Ichijo Mirai banned Zhufu Jingguang, who knew his true identity, "I don't plan to blackmail them, it's too troublesome. It's better to become a police officer and collect bribes after working hard to extort a sum." "

"Others are just like you," he expressed his opinion as gently as possible. "There is no need to spend a lot of money to sow discord, right?"

"I," he composed his words without changing his expression, "have been forced to owe money to a friend."

He never blackmails anyone, okay!

Zhu Fu Jingguang was sitting in the passenger seat. He had no intention of changing the equipment for the time being. He glanced at a piece of equipment that remained unchanged in the future through the rearview mirror and said their bad idea flashed, "Blackmailing the police alone." Bian, get a special reward?"

The total amount of stolen money... ahem, the total amount of bonuses is 100 million yen. Matsuda Jinpei got 20 million minus 1 yen. If other people except Ichijo Mirai also get this amount of stolen goods, then...

Zhu Fu Jingguang asked again: "Are you a little disgusted?"

A future: "."

...Five, five yen? !

Matsuda Jinpei: "?"

Rei Fukutani on the other side of Matsuda Jinping looked away from the car window and had to withdraw from the listening state. He felt a little like facing a formidable enemy. "Plan,"

Tsk.

He glanced at the passenger seat a few more times, reached out and unhooked his helmet, feeling somewhat inexplicably relieved, "Before the fun-loving blond classmate led us astray, you were led astray by me."

Can we spend an evening talking about the victimization experience and what it is to be proud of? Have the ability to talk about some late-night topics!

Not really worth it.

He actually rubs the dog's head casually!

It's Jiang Gu Ling's 'Hey! ' protested in a voice, "What image do I have in your minds? Am I a bad guy who can blackmail people casually?"

After saying that, Zhu Fu Jingguang looked at the driver again and said in a somewhat apologetic tone: "Sorry, we weren't talking about anything worth being vigilant about. We were having a dinner together."

This was not a good word for the police, and everyone else in the car frowned.

"I can now sow discord on the spot and achieve the same effect as spending money to sow discord."

The police car was not too big, and it could barely fit six or seven people in. Ichigo Mirai was too lazy to be squeezed into a sandwich, so he sat by the door. Matsuda Jinpei sat next to him, and he could reach him by raising his hand.

"They are still more accustomed to bribery. When facing extortion, if the bottom line is 100 million yen, then when it comes to bribery, the bottom line is more than one billion yen."

What the hell are 'future victims'?

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

After all, the blue camp suffered a disastrous defeat, and seemed a bit too novice, too outrageous, like a soft persimmon that could easily be pinched.

"I don't plan to pay it back,"

"Let's pay him a few hundred yen on average every month to pay for game points."

Matsuda Jinpei: "Huh?"

"Ow money?" He was a little suspicious, "It can't be..."

It won't be like in the police academy, where on the first day you say, 'Oh, my meal card is lost, oh, this classmate I don't know you but you know me, can you lend me a meal?' Owe money?

Based on Matsuda Jinpei's understanding of Ichiyo Mirai, this guy can obviously make regular money through various formal channels, and can even get a replacement meal card. This kind of whoring is obviously a kind of fun.

Just when he was about to speak casually and condemn a future in a meaningful way, Zhufu Jingguang said: "You heard, we are really not discussing any dangerous plans, right?"

"We have been at the police academy recently and are not familiar with Tokyo. Could you please send us to a famous gourmet restaurant? Thank you very much."

After throwing away the second bone casually and letting the superficial topic of conversation pass, he turned to look at the back seat again, "But, if you don't want to 'owe money', no one else can force you, right?"

"I have a friend" again, Zhu Fu Jingguang knew who he was referring to.

Be clearer about the meaning of 'owing money', not just money, but also feelings.

Mirai Ichijo thought for a moment, "Indeed."

No one else can force a future, but he will be forced by himself.

He didn't care much about this. He first judged that the topic of dividing the spoils was over, and then said: "By the way, I'm thinking about something."

"Well, I have a friend,"

Belmode.

Known: Belmode killed Judy's parents.

Also known: Judy is about the same age as Mirai Ichijo.

Double Known: Judy was very young when her parents died.

So: How old is Belmode?

During the two meetings, Belmode was once a black-haired neon star wearing makeup and looking youthful and beautiful, and the other time she was blond and had slight wrinkles on her face.

But with makeup, the wrinkles are makeup.

"This friend of mine is kind-hearted," Mirai Ichijo paused, then added, "I personally feel," "...forget it."

He asked the driver, "Are you turning the corner to go to the food store? How long will it take to get there?"

Regarding Belmode, there are only two possibilities.

1: Belmode’s real age is much older than Judy, but with proper maintenance, she is about thirty years old without makeup, without any wrinkles. She deliberately distinguished her two appearances, so she put on youthful makeup for the first time. Apply the makeup of someone in their thirties or forties a second time to look older.

Two: Belmod is much older than Judy, but his true appearance is very young.

The first type is purely a tendency to disguise, the second type...

Considering the occasion when Belmod officially appeared, it was hard not to think about medicine in Mirai Ichijo.

If Belmode, like him, had taken special drugs, then considering the information she disclosed that "people who have taken drugs may have special reactions to the same kind", the possibility that she was a victim of the unlucky man suddenly increased. .

Then we can't delve too deeply into it. If we delve too deeply into it, we are not making insinuations. How many Americans did the leader have to eat? ! ', but fell into the trap of 'a future', and was moved by the active pursuit.

Mirai Ichijo gave up the investigation and asked casually: "If we go to a dinner party, do the instructors and others know?"

The turning point of his giving up was too abrupt. His classmates stared at him, but no one asked.

Their faces read: Curiosity.

Also written: restraint, worry.

They are curious about their friends' secrets, and because they are friends, they restrain their curiosity. If Ichijo doesn't want to talk about the future, they won't ask.

This is a very typical normal person. Anyway, as a player, Mirai Ichijo will not have any sense of social distance, sense of propriety or courtesy when necessary.

"They should be very willing," Zhu Fu Jingguang said, "If we go back now, the instructors will need to make summary comments on our performance."

But this is not a good review. You cannot praise it blindly. It is suspected of being a yin and yang to the police. Appropriate criticism must be measured, otherwise it will still be a yin and yang to blame the police.

"I'm sending a message to Instructor Onizuka to inquire." He pressed his mobile phone to send a message, scanned the street view outside, and spoke to the driver, "Please turn left from the front and go straight two blocks. There is a ramen restaurant. Just drop us there."

"That ramen restaurant is pretty good. Let's get together today and then have a serious dinner later?"

"But, that ramen restaurant..."

There is something special about ramen restaurants.

The special thing is that it is not like a ramen restaurant, but like a milk shop. There is a beverage cabinet at the door with various boxes of milk on it.

The bowl of ramen is very large, almost like a small wine jar. It contains white noodles and red soup. It does not have the usual toppings of neon ramen, only some shredded radish, which is also white and has some faint flavor. The green color, paired with the almost blood-red soup, brings out something bad.

After five or six bowls of ramen were served, a strong spicy appetizing smell gathered in the ramen restaurant.

Mirai Ichijo is not very good at eating spicy food.

He sat on the outermost side and was the first person to be served. He sniffed the air tentatively, then sniffed again, then cautiously picked up his chopsticks, picked out a shredded radish and tasted it.

Nothing spicy.

"Let me explain in advance," he picked up a chopstick of ramen and saw that the chopsticks were instantly dyed a greasy red, "I like spicy food."

The ramen was a little shaky, so Mirai stopped talking and took a tentative bite.

Then: "Huh."

not spicy.

Somewhat salty, but not spicy, no hint of spiciness.

Ichijo Mirai put down his guard and ate normally. He said to other cautious classmates who were also here for the first time: "It's not spicy, it's salty, you can eat it."

"Is the milk to relieve the saltiness? I thought the ramen was too spicy and I had to use milk to relieve the spiciness."

He always eats very quickly, and he has the kind of aesthetic feeling that a player can even click [Eat] without changing his face in order to reduce his hunger level. He only speaks during every eating break. He looks quite relaxed and calm, even if his mouth is quickly stained with red oil. It's like eating tomato ramen.

Zhu Fu Jingguang was sitting next to him. Hearing this, he also took a chopstick of ramen, picked it into his mouth and finished eating it without changing his expression. He said to his somewhat wary classmates, "Yeah, it's not spicy."

"Although Future's credibility seems to be on non-business matters,"

All he can do is pause appropriately and ineffably.

"It seems to be minus infinity," Matsuda Jinpei, who was sitting opposite, casually picked up a chopstick of ramen and took a sniff, "Is it really not spicy? But it smells very spicy, and the red oil looks scary. "

"And that guy can't be trusted, and you can't be trusted either, okay? Don't think that everyone hasn't noticed that you have intimate private chat channels from time to time."

He stuffed the ramen into his mouth, chewed it, lowered his head and pondered.

When he looked up again, his eyes lit up, "Isn't it really spicy?"

Probably out of surprise, Matsuda Jinpei spoke a little fast, "It's salty like normal ramen. Taste it carefully. It's also a little sweet?"

"It's the sweetness of tomatoes."

"It has a weird taste, but when you taste it carefully, it tastes good. It turns out it's not red oil, but tomato juice. Where does that spicy smell come from? Hey, Jiang Gu, who is having fun, come and try it!"

"...Shut up," a red tic-tac-toe appeared on Fang Gu Ling's forehead, "I haven't settled the score with you yet."

"Even though we had agreed not to mention it, I have been sneaking away with Kitsune's beloved Matsuda-san for three days!" He gritted his teeth, picked up the ramen and stuffed it into his mouth, "Isn't that right?"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Fangtani Rei frowned, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Matsuda Jinpei and Zhu Fujingguang. His eyes gradually lit up, "Good, such a weird taste. There is a hint of sweetness in the salty taste. It's not obvious. It's so good." You can taste it carefully, like a surprise,"

He decisively pushed Yi Dahang next to him with his elbow, "Try it quickly! It's delicious!"

Datehang didn't like spicy food very much, so he was hesitant at the beginning. After his classmates repeatedly exclaimed that it was not spicy, he felt relieved and easily picked up a large amount of ramen with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth. "The salty and sweet ramen seems a bit spicy." Weird, I,”

After chewing for a few times, he paused, his mature appearance wrinkled up, looking a bit fierce, and then quickly relaxed. While quickly swallowing the mouthful of ramen, he put down his chopsticks and raised his thumb, "Si Guo one!"

He looked at the classmates who had already eaten ramen with bright eyes. He first looked at the classmates who were kind enough to try the delicious food themselves, and then looked at Ichimi Mirai who was immersed in eating and quickly ate most of the bowl of ramen. He was a little bit fascinated. The food was so amazing that I cried, "It's delicious!"

"I thought salty and sweet ramen was a bit strange before, but I didn't expect the flavors to blend so well!"

"Hagiwara! Try it!"

Hagiwara Kenji pulled his hair when he took off his helmet. He was tying his hair with a rubber band he borrowed from the store owner to avoid accidentally eating his hair when eating ramen. Hearing this, he took a big mouthful of ramen without any precautions and said, "You guys are so exaggerated. It's almost like Gourmet food…”

He stopped suddenly, his expression blank, and his lips stained with red oil quickly swelled a bit, "Hiss..."

hot.

Very spicy.

A kind of spicy food spreads rapidly from the front of the tongue, exploding in the mouth like a bomb. The chili pepper jumps into the throat, stimulating a refreshing coughing sensation, and makes the stomach burst into flames before it even touches the ramen.

Hagiwara Kenji's mind went blank for a moment, and he instinctively took in a breath to relieve the spiciness, and started to "hiss".

He looked at the other students in shock, "?!"

The students who had just exclaimed that the ramen was not spicy at all and very delicious and needed to taste it were like a group of dogs having fun. They rushed towards the drink cabinet with red faces, inhaling and hissing to relieve the spiciness, and talking to each other. Accusation.

"Isn't that too much? As for that?!"

"So childish!"

"I didn't expect that Date-san is not a serious adult..."

"Let's just say that you, the smiling guy with a face that says 'future classmate is right', can't be trusted at all!"

A future: "?"

He finished the last bite of ramen, turned his head, and said in a belated tone, "Ah."

...Wait a minute, spicy means pain.

(End of this chapter)