Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 288 'Red Moon'

"Please give me another one," Mirai Ichijo raised his hand, propped up his chin, and sighed, "Good food."

There was a hissing sound in the store, like a moonlit pond of chili peppers.

Matsuda Jinpei was feeding milk. After the feeding, his face was obviously red, as if he had just finished a 100-meter run, and his slightly bright mouth automatically responded, "Huh?"

"The most outrageous one is obviously you, okay!"

He pressed Zhu Fu Jingguang, "Tell me! Were you all working together in the car? You just looked at each other and planned how to trick us!"

"Still in the guard room? Or when you went out together on the first day of the operation?"

Such a tacit understanding of cooperation is obviously premeditated!

Zhu Fu Jingguang was the only one who was prepared for the spicy level. He was relatively decent. Hearing this, his face did not change and he said: "No."

"But I guessed it in advance."

Jianggu Ling: "..."

So ordered another but that was only half the answer.

"Hey," Matsuda Jinpei sat down on the opposite row of seats and raised his hand, "Wait, you all noticed it?"

Mirai scanned the classmates carefully, focusing on a certain blond classmate who did not want to be named, and captured the elements: a large crowd, a red face, struggling to endure, inhaling uncontrollably, hissing with his tongue exposed, and drinking a white liquid with very clear ingredients.

"Dear Mirai Kujo," he used the respectful words, as if reporting an important task to his superiors, "in the early hours of tonight, please be sure not to sleep with your eyes closed, to avoid being assassinated accidentally."

When passing by a future, he naturally patted a future, interrupted his full-level taunting, and handed over a carton of milk, "Don't eat too fast, you..."

He first glanced at the others and looked at each other a few times before Zhu Fu Jingguang said: "Although you can't feel spicy because you don't feel pain, you just can't feel it. It doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Eating so many spicy things will upset your stomach." It’s comfortable, but it’s a little dangerous.”

It sounds cool at first.

"I thought there was more or less?"

And urged the students, "Come and eat quickly, don't talk about things that will affect your appetite."

If you think about it, the method is too worthy of causing hatred!

"Probably because they are afraid that customers will not be able to eat enough and waste it, the portion of ramen served in this ramen restaurant is only half of that of normal ramen," Ichijo Mirai replied, "My hunger level has not been reduced to the lowest level yet,"

Do you want to tell everyone, 'Yes, I often cheat and take drugs to deprive myself of pain,' or do I not want to tell you?

Then he turned back and said hello as if nothing had happened, "Come and eat, I'm going to start again. Hey, why does Fangtani-san's face turn dark brown and red from time to time?"

"Ahem," Zhu Fu Jingguang patted Fang Gu Ling on the shoulder, pushed him towards the table, and grabbed a few more cartons of milk, "It's better not to talk about this 'night crawl' custom that no longer exists in Tokyo. "

Ichijo Miku doesn't look like this kind of person at all.

He actually felt that Matsuda Jinpei could have guessed it: he guessed that Ichijo Miku had no reference at all when it came to 'spicy'. He had no sense of pain, so he couldn't taste spicy food.

Being named and slandered again and again, Jiang Guling got angry and said, "If you mention this again, I will take photos and videos!"

I do feel a little guilty: I'm not sure what Ichijo thinks about the future.

But being unable to feel pain is a terrible thing. It is a disease. Many people with this disease die before they reach the age of ten. Only a few can live beyond the age of ten, and even more people who survive into adulthood. There are only a handful of them, and you must be cautious in life. You may face a crisis that you are unaware of at any moment.

Datehang, who had been silent all this time and very carefully pretended to be a mushroom in the corner of the fierce and smokeless battlefield, said, "Don't you feel any pain?"

After reacting for a while and then reacting again, Jiangu Ling said: "Wait a minute, you don't mean to say that I look like..."

"Stop making special expressions, now is not the time to 'act', it's the time to act,"

He gave a false smile to a future, and a future gave a false smile to him.

He answered again, adding the other half of the answer: "Thank you, it's very delicious."

As he said that, a neon custom that would rarely be followed in the future, he clasped his hands together and said, "I'm starting."

He suddenly fell silent, decisively crushed the empty milk carton, and said in a faint tone: "Before you look at the world from an adult's perspective, please face yourself first. Although you are not as embarrassed as us, you are still blushing. It looks a lot like that!”

He turned his head and looked at the waiter who came over with new ramen, stretched out his hand to take it, "Thank you~"

Watching the students stick out their tongues and hiss and eat their food, and some of them are served, it seems like they are watching a video of how to eat. There are five chefs competing in the small ramen restaurant, which makes the players' appetite suddenly increase.

Let's all be embarrassed together.

If you don't want to, it would be too obvious, right? !

That's why I changed my tone and asked for my future opinion with my eyes.

……and many more.

This was originally a very justifiable condemnation, but with the hissing pauses in every half sentence and the occasional use of the tongue to enjoy the coolness, it became a somewhat guilty tone intermittently.

No names were mentioned.

Normal people can feel the spiciness and pain after eating excessively spicy food. If something is wrong, they can directly detect it and seek medical treatment in time. The future will be different. In case of stomach bleeding, they will need to waste more than normal people. It takes first aid time and survival time to realize that something is wrong with your body.

"Um, I'm sorry," he confirmed cautiously, "you were all serious about being fucked and didn't take the opportunity to do any special public play, right?"

"That's amazing. You are worthy of Furuya-san."

"I thought there was some pain before," Hagiwara Kenji said, "I didn't feel any pain at all, this..."

Matsuda Jinpei was speechless and glanced at the other students who were guzzling milk. He coughed uncomfortably and once again criticized Ichijo Mirai, "Don't you always only eat half a point or one portion? Why did you add more this time? Ordered one, it turns out you like spicy food!"

Mirai Ichijo's eyes changed slightly, and his expression became solemn. He counted the number of people carefully first, and then he couldn't help but straighten up even more solemnly, "Hey, 'Threatening the camera, forcing innocent passers-by to watch and get involved in the incident while five people were doing it'?"

But it would be better to call the name directly. Everyone subconsciously turned to look at Fangtani Rei upon hearing the voice. Even he subconsciously pointed his hand to his chin and said something almost exactly the same as the previous victim Matsuda Jinpei, but more suspicious. Modal particles, "Huh?"

He wanted to say something, but when he recalled it carefully, he was speechless: it seemed that it was not difficult to detect, and a future had never been concealed.

No matter how difficult or muscle-torturous the exercise was, when other students were almost dead from exhaustion, or when the bodies of the police academy students were all sore after a night, there was nothing unusual about him.

It was so obvious that even Matsuda Jinpei noticed something strange before taking the painkillers.

"Well, I don't feel any pain at all." Miku Ichichi thought about the possibility of going to the hospital for stomach bleeding for a few seconds, and then opened the milk. "So please don't worry, I'm very healthy, and I don't have any bad habits like 'I like to be whipped' hobby."

After thinking about it, he added, "Furutani-san probably doesn't either."

should.

On the table, Zhu Fu Jingguang's mobile phone vibrated, displaying a long text message from Onizuka Hazo. One of the future comments was added and emphasized, and naturally, as if he was reading the message he had received, he glanced at it and said, "It should be Right? I haven't seen any unhealthy injuries on his body, but it may be that I don't pay much attention to this aspect."

"What a long text message. It seems that the police have a lot of resentment today and there are a lot of protests that need to be conveyed by the instructor." Onizuka Hachizo's text message was very long, so long that it filled up the entire screen, and it took Zhu Fu Jingguang to continue. It took him a few presses to read the entire text message. He glanced at it briefly, pushed the phone closer, and whispered to focus on the key points: "What's a 'bad habit'?"

What exactly does 'bad habit' refer to? It's actually very clear. It's just: "Why is this your first reaction?"

If you haven't been exposed to it, no matter how much your thoughts jump, you can't jump from 'no pain' to 'you can't get pleasure from pain, so you don't have bad habits', right?

Mirai Ichijo looked at the others.

The advantages of adult-style communication are fully reflected at this time: obviously just now, they were chatting casually, talking about a "painless topic" that will be released in the future. After noticing that Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his voice, he went into whispering again. In such a state, everyone else naturally turned their attention away and did not intend to eavesdrop.

At least not on the surface.

Even Matsuda Jinpei and Fukutani Rei were either picking radish shreds carelessly, eating ramen with a sad face, or chatting with the people sitting next to them.

Because Ichijo Mirai did not release the "I have something private to reveal to you" atmosphere again.

This is different from the feeling of pain. It really cannot be disclosed to people outside of Fu Jingguang, because: "'Satan',"

He lowered his voice over the chatter of his classmates and tried to explain as briefly as possible, "Some people think that 'Satan' is an unhealthy guy who likes to play games that require the use of safe words,"

slander.

"You may hear similar rumors in the future and may misunderstand me,"

Zhu Fu Jingguang already knew the true identity of 'Satan', and he was still acting as if nothing had happened. The meaning was already obvious. In the future, when he comes into contact with the organization, it is inevitable that he would rather let this guy know it from the dark and unhealthy adult Gin. It is better to clarify these unhealthy gossips in advance.

Ichijo Mirai's tone was casual, "I'm not, I'm not, I'm healthy."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

The scale is a bit large and the amount of information is also a bit large.

He slowed down, then slowed down again, and said in a dry tone, "Ah."

Then he said even more dryly: "I won't misunderstand."

Although Mirai Ichijo is a somewhat abnormal person, he is obviously either an unhealthy adult and abnormal, or...

'Satan' turns out to be...?

Zhu Fu Jingguang coughed tactically, as if he was choking on spicy food.

Since 'Messiah' does not have unhealthy habits, but 'Satan' does, there is a 70% to 80% possibility that the latter is capable of pain.

It may be just a trace, it may be normal, or it may be completely opposite to Mirai Ichijo. One of their pain sensations is at the lowest end of the value, and the other is at the highest end of the value. It is precisely because he can feel every bit of pain that 'Satan'...

Uh……

"That," Zhu Fu Jingguang hesitated, "'Satan',"

Mirai Ichijo looked away from the phone screen for a moment, glanced over, waited for a few seconds, and then urged, "Say."

Ju Fu Jingguang can deduce from Yi Wei's reaction just now that he is obviously concerned about others misunderstanding that he has bad habits, which shows that in this regard, like most people, he has a passing level of moral standards and shame.

But from a future and present reaction, Zhu Fu Jingguang can also deduce that he doesn't care much about 'Satan' having this kind of habit, but rather takes it for granted. It's as if this bad habit comes naturally to people with blood. It is a normal habit to have fruit with lunch.

Some double standards.

This is not the first time there has been a double standard.

When faced with the incompetent police and criminals, Ichijo Mirai will be a little unhappy, but when he mentions 'Satan', he is clearly referring to a being that is more disgusting and despised than most criminals, but he has quite a bit of it. With abundant positive emotions, he will not only laugh when receiving the other party's message, but also blurt out the words "I have a friend who I personally think is kind".

His treatment of others and 'Satan' are two completely different standards for dealing with and judging each other. They are unabashed double standards. Probably in his eyes, there are three types of people in the world: enemies, other people, and 'Satan' .

Then, these classmates...

Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his head and looked at the screen, "Some police seem to think you are hostile to the police,"

His face was calm, as if he was going to say this from the beginning, instead of realizing the status of 'Satan' in the heart of 'Messiah' and the two ends of the scale between 'friend' and 'Satan'. One party will easily defeat them and tip the scales into a firm tilt, and then temporarily change their words, "This operation is live broadcast, and we are not too generous to the police."

"What are you going to do?"

'us'?

Ichijo Mirai glanced over and said what he was thinking, "Even when the police officer criticized me, he only said that I seemed to have a problem with the police because of my parents' matter. He didn't mention it to you. It means that they also knew that you didn't have a chance to express your opinion. You just listened. My orders, don't use 'our',"

After thinking about it for a while, he expressed his thoughts again, "Let them endure it?"

Just be patient and get used to it.

Anyway, everyone is tolerating it, the organization is tolerating it, and the FBI is tolerating it, so just let the Tokyo Police tolerate it.

He pressed the phone button and scrolled down the messages. He found that he didn't need to say anything, so the police endured it. "They smoothed things over again and praised our outstanding performance this time, which greatly increased the citizens' confidence in the police academy students and raised their expectations." It’s the day we officially become police officers.”

An example is: the live broadcast lasted only one hour, but when the children saw the police officers, they were already asking the young police officers with bright eyes if they were from the red camp, looking like bright little flowers and grass.

"There's no need to use 'us' when it comes to bad things, but use 'us' when it comes to good things, right?" Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at the example, because it was not surprising that there had been children trying to figure out the future, "You're not the only one made,"

There is no way to focus on the advantages and not the disadvantages.

When a future message moved down again, he looked at the new content, frowned, and translated the second half of the text message, "They are not sure whether you will start cleaning up immediately after becoming a police officer, and remove all the real people." I want you to be recruited by someone who is not very talented and has lost his original intention of being a police officer. He wants to turn you into an 'honorary police officer who has absolute leadership when performing tasks and solving crimes outside, and is an independent camp when dealing with internal factions and struggles.'"

"Hey, I didn't expect that you quite understand the meaning after being washed with a layer of greasy official accent and euphemistically washed with warm water by Instructor Onizuka, and you are quite good at translating it," Mirai Ichijo was a little surprised and read out the words calmly. Fu Jingguang's whitewashing words before translating, "I want to conduct a real battle and let the police academy students participate in official operations,"

"It's not an 'offensive' type, it's a 'rescue' type. There will be some next time..."

A system prompt pops up.

[The mission 'Limited Time Rescue' has been triggered. 】

[Mission name: Limited time rescue. 】

[Task details: %&＊#￥……]

[Beep, beep, the task details prompt is wrong and is being repaired...]

[Repair successful. 】

Blue writing emerged in the air, like text typed on a keyboard, parsed out of garbled characters one by one.

[Beautiful, sinful, sick, dreamed of, out of reach...

red moon. 】

(End of this chapter)