Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 292 Fox!

[The hostage blue bar continues to recover, currently [66%], status [panic], recovery speed is faster...slower...fluctuating irregularly. 】

[The hostage is in a special state, the blue bar is mandatory to increase to [80%], the state is [calm and composed], the thinking active and the logical language have been greatly improved, and they are actively rescuing themselves. 】

[The hostages have ended their special status, and the blue bar has fallen sharply. Warning, the blue bar has fallen sharply. The current value is: [7, 6, 5...]

[The blue bar of the hostage is [48%], the status is [Fear], and the current recovery speed is slow, recovering 1% every three minutes. 】

[The hostage's blue bar is decreasing, currently [46%], the state is [Fear], and I am thinking wildly. The automatic recovery of the blue bar has stopped, and the debuff is refreshed from time to time to reduce the blue bar. 】

[Warning, the hostages have reached the critical point of collapse, please host to calm the hostages as soon as possible. 】

The system prompts flashed, sometimes faster and sometimes slower. A future glance glanced at the last few urgent prompts, and paused at the window on the third floor. He grabbed the protruding part of the window sill above, stepped on the wall with his toes, and felt all his body. Only his fingers and toes were in contact with the building, and he was almost suspended in the air, looking like he might fall down at any time.

Especially if the window sill is only raised by a centimeter or two.

But Miku Ichichi was very comfortable. He put down one hand and moved his fingers a few times with a band-aid on them. His eyes stopped at the prompts, and he converted and recorded the time thoughtfully, adding it to the level of clearance in his mind. According to the guide, "Two hours and three minutes after rewinding, the hostages will encounter an unexpected incident."

"The kid was so frightened that he kept sobbing and crying. He also tried to threaten me without mercy, saying something like her father was very powerful. I felt something was wrong after listening to it. After thinking about it, I came to you quickly. Now," he took out a piece of paper from his hand that was crushed repeatedly, "I grabbed her and wrote down her home address and contact information,"

He quickly recalled the face in the surveillance video, with only the upper part showing, and compared it with the child he met near the convenience store. After a moment, he confirmed that it was not the same person.

A piece of future judgment: It seems that he is a bold and timid hostage.

It's ok.

"After so many years, her family's assets are quite rich, mostly in cash. It will be that kid's birthday in a while, and her father plans to buy her a princess crown made of pearls and diamonds like the one in the movie!"

Many adult dog tails cannot trigger the state of forced calmness and forced calm when they become dog tails. They can only be immersed in a sacred figure who will be like a savior in the future, and their hearts beat rapidly like a deer.

"Big brother!"

The frequency of this special element seems to be a bit high.

Robber B was obviously a little moved, but he was calmer than Robber A and was keenly aware of one thing, "Did that kid tell you this?"

"How about the efficiency of comforting me later," Mirai Ichijo thought as he continued to climb. "If you say something like 'I am the police', she will believe it and her mood will stabilize. That means the efficiency is not bad. This task is not too difficult.”

"According to her, 'beautiful sisters wearing furry coats and smelling good' often come to her home, and her father would be busy for several days after meeting such people,"

Ichijo Mirai paused for a moment, then immediately turned upwards and stepped on the raised edge above the third-floor window.

"Although he took money from the client, if the person being photographed gave him money, he would still sell the photos. Sometimes he would cunningly eat both ends and give away the photos!"

Courageous enough to protect themselves with a heightened desire for survival in an imminent crisis, but cowardly enough to become frightened immediately after escaping the imminent crisis.

"If you're trying to trick a neon kid... ah, there you have it, 'I'm the FBI'!"

For a child of seven or eight years old, being able to trigger the [calm and composed] state is already pretty good.

The sound of opening and closing the door sounded from a nearby direction, and voices sounded again diagonally below, this time lower down, but still very urgent, "We made a mistake, that kid is not a student of a special school!"

Ichijo Mirai thought about it and carefully revised his words, "Forget it, 'I am a police officer' doesn't seem to feel safe,"

There were footsteps.

Below, the robber who rushed to report at the beginning spoke again: "But her family is rich!"

He lowered his eyes and looked diagonally downward.

Ok……

The owner of the voice weighed about two hundred pounds and was in a hurry. His footsteps were fast, heavy and messy, and he shouted urgently, "Brother!"

He was calling 'big brother' for instructions, but actually he was calling 'fat sheep' with bright eyes.

Just after [calm down], the blue bar suddenly plummeted again, falling off a cliff to about 40%, which was somewhat...

Neon Police's credibility is low.

"Her father is a well-known detective who is very good at catching cheating commissions!"

If you don't believe it and you still get a blue bar in front of the 'I am the police' card, then...

So, from the beginning of the game to now, he has met three more special children, one of whom is a blond classmate who plays tricks and two are in the game.

There was a second person in the room, a person who sounded about the same age as the first speaker, both in their thirties. "Isn't that a student from a deaf-mute school?"

"Then what is she doing near the school! She looks like her family is in good condition because of her dress. How could she not be a waste being supported by her family? How do you know? What did she say? Don't believe the lies of fat sheep. In order to survive, They can say anything!"

"Do you want to contact your parents?"

Missions with restrictions on retrieval will not be too simple. The last time there were restrictions was [FBI Newcomer], a difficult guy like Shuichi Akai.

Robber A lowered his voice mysteriously, "And he's also an unreliable detective who only sees money!"

Ichijo Mirai thought of the child who grabbed the corner of his clothes near the convenience store and refused to let go even when he cried in anger.

His voice was a little tight, and he cursed, "The police are looking for us, but she's not a student at a school for the deaf and mute?"

The location is the third room on the left below a future road.

They will force themselves to respond calmly during emergencies. After the response is successful or fails, they will fall into a more panicked state than before.

Just before he was about to reprimand the hostages not to listen to their nonsense, robber A said happily: "Yes!"

Although in New York, the FBI is likely to be a debuff, in Neon, there is a high probability that it will have miraculous effects, right?

school for deafmutes?

Robber B did not speak and seemed to be deep in thought.

Robber A kept trying, "I don't know why those policemen suddenly became more capable. Our wanted order has been published on the news, and a profile photo of the guy in the well was also released. Now, we Should we give up the action and run away in despair, or...?"

The tendency is actually very obvious.

After much hesitation, Robber B gritted his teeth and said, "Do it!"

"We have caught the fat sheep. If he runs away in despair, everyone will be dissatisfied." He stood up and spoke in his mouth, but his ears caught the sound of rubbing and gently pushing the window from the window. So I subconsciously looked at it and said, "Let's get rid of the hostages first."

He caught a flash of black hanging upside down by the window, followed by a flash of jumping red, and the voice of thoughtful instructions suddenly stopped.

A Mirai hung upside down from the fourth-floor window to the third-floor window, smiling and waving to the window, "Hi, surprise~"

"Good afternoon, do you two have guns?" His eyes fell on the waists of the two robbers, and his smile became wider. "Ah, yes, then there is no need to look for guns elsewhere."

"Thank you both very much for your hospitality!" "Bang!"

*

"Oh!"

Gunshots rang out one after another.

Suzuki Sonoko had already retreated into a corner.

This time, she did not huddle in the corner of the room, but huddled in the corner under a desk, wrapping her arms tightly around her body, staring in the direction of the door with some horror, even though she could only see the bottom of the desk. wooden wall.

Every time the dull, but harsh gunfire sounded, her body trembled. After a few rapid gunshots, she gritted her teeth and held on to the side of the desk, cautiously looking towards the window.

The sky outside the window is still white, like egg whites that have been fried in an iron pot for more than ten seconds, and are slightly solidified and gray.

Unlike the iron chain around the door, there was nothing on the glass window. There were no locks, chains or ropes. As long as the window was pushed open, Suzuki Sonoko could climb out.

A small square window peeked out from under the desk was like a beacon of rescue.

As he watched, Suzuki Sonoko's eyes flickered for a few times. He was clearly huddled under the desk, and his shoulders were still subconsciously shaking due to the approaching gunshots, but those dark green eyes seemed to be injected with... A beam of light brightened up.

But the light only shined for a moment, then flickered and went out like a candle in the wind.

Suzuki Sonoko retracted her desk and her eyes dimmed: This is the fifth floor.

Jump from the fifth floor window...

It sounds as incredible as a child escaping from a robber alone.

She hugged her legs tightly again, opened her mouth, and found that since she just said those words to the robber, her throat was stiff as if it had been filled with cement, and she was unable to make any sound.

As long as she thought about the fact that the robbers were looking at her again, not planning to give up on her again, but planning to communicate with the 'parents' to extort ransom, Suzuki Sonoko could guess what she was about to face: one finger, one hand, A toe, or the sole of a foot.

In order to express threats and an attitude that cannot be refused, robbers will chop off part of the hostage's body and send it to the hostage's family. The most common part is the finger.

Compared with being regarded as a drag by the robbers and directly robbing them, losing a few fingers or a hand is already something to be thankful for. Suzuki Sonoko mustered up the courage and worked hard to win it for herself by telling clumsy lies. vitality.

but……

Suzuki Sonoko moved her hands. She could hardly feel her fingers under the long-term excessive exertion. Only when she lowered her eyes and looked down, could she see the fingers that were wrapped around her legs and almost stretched into a pale white color.

She wanted to say that she didn't want to have a certain finger chopped off, but her throat still seemed to be blocked, becoming more and more sore, and her tongue was so stiff that she couldn't speak at all. She could only sniffle, grit her teeth, and endure the fear, Think about it: ...which finger or toe should I cut off?

If possible, Suzuki Sonoko hoped not to chop it off, but the hope was slim. She could only settle for the next best thing and wanted to chop off her toes.

As long as you wear shoes, even if your toes are missing, others won't be able to tell them right away.

If it had to be a finger, she hoped it wouldn't be the most important thumb, nor the somewhat important index finger, but preferably the little finger.

Of course, the robbers will not think about the hostages. The hostages should think about themselves, Suzuki Sonoko thought, trying to take a deep breath, trying to calm down her somewhat confused head, and organize the words to make the robbers agree to chop off only the little finger of her left hand.

For example, I have a special agreement with my 'detective father', and they will play the hook game with my left little finger. As soon as I see my left little finger, my 'detective father' will know that it is her.

"Oh!"

Another gunshot came, this time very close, almost only a door away.

Suzuki Sonoko shook her head and immediately lowered her head, huddled tightly in the small corner under the desk.

She heard human exclamations and curses. After hearing the gunshots, those sounds weakened until they disappeared. She also heard a footsteps getting closer and closer amidst the mess of gunshots, footsteps and shouts. .

The owner of the footsteps was not running, but rather leisurely, as if walking in the garden.

And stopped in front of Suzuki Sonoko's door.

The surrounding area became quiet, and the entire factory seemed to fall into silence.

Suzuki Sonoko held her breath and shrank inward again. Looking at the darkness in front of her, her eyes widened and her heart seemed to be pinched by a hand.

She was just a child, not a fool. From the sound of the gunfight, she could tell that the two parties fighting were definitely not the police.

There were no sirens, horns, or exchanges with companions during police operations. There were only crisp shots and messy counterattacks one after another.

The party who started shooting first seemed to be deliberately trying to tease the prey. Often after several shots were fired, Suzuki Sonoko heard the sound of counterattacks that had not stopped, as if no one had been hit at all.

This is probably the attacker playing with his prey.

But who is the attacker? Is he a robber who has differences with other robbers?
In short, it can't be the police. Like other robbers, they are existences that can frighten the hostages.

It was still quiet outside the door.

Suzuki Sonoko became even more nervous. She changed from holding her breath subconsciously to holding her breath as if she couldn't breathe. Her eyes were as round as cat's eyes and she stared wide in the direction of the door.

Even though she could only see the wooden wall under the desk and couldn't see the direction of the door, and the people outside the door couldn't see her, she still looked over unconsciously with her eyes rounded.

Until she suddenly heard a polite knock on the door.

No, it was the sound of tapping on the glass, very close, almost close at hand.

Suzuki Sonoko was still looking in the direction of the door, her mind almost frozen, and she couldn't move at all. It wasn't until five or six seconds later that her face turned pale, and then she turned her head and looked at the window above her.

She saw red, rich red.

It's the color of blood.

Outside the glass window, there was a young man with slightly long black hair, bright red eyes, a smiling expression, and a polite gentleman who knocked on the window to remind him of his location.

He is laughing.

Most of the black-haired gentleman's face was splashed with bright red blood, and even the hair above his eyes was a little wet. He was close at hand, separated only by a fragile glass window, and smiled at Suzuki Sonoko.

The red eyes stared at her, as if staring at prey, and the pupils shrank into sharp vertical pupils, staring closely at Suzuki Sonoko.

Like a cat, like a snake, like...

Suzuki Sonoko: "..."

She looked into those crooked blood-colored eyes, and her heart almost stopped. With her mind going blank, she blurted out: "Fox, fox!"

The red vertical pupils rounded a bit in confusion.

(End of this chapter)