Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 294 Goodbye
efficient!

'Neon Police' signs work!

Ichijo Mirai was a little surprised. He looked around Suzuki Sonoko and soon understood. His tone was quite gentle, "He is still a child."

He is still a child who is not very sensible, so unlike Neon's common perception, he has a favorable impression of the FBI and distrust of the Neon police.

Although seriously speaking, both of these are entities whose business abilities are not very trustworthy, but ordinary people have no choice but to trust them.

"How old are you, six? Seven? Eight?"

"Elementary schoolboy?"

While asking, a future is still jumping down like a lattice. When jumping down, the arm that he originally grabbed the window will relax, but when he stops falling and grabs the window, the arm will suddenly tighten. stand up.

Sometimes, he would take Suzuki Sonoko back and forth, and before hitting the window, he would bend his legs, touch his knees lightly against the glass, and push himself further away.

All the way down to the first floor, Suzuki Sonoko didn't speak.

"I'm driving, right?" he reminded kindly, "It's a motorcycle. It will make a loud noise when it starts. You should be prepared. Don't blame me for being scared."

Ichijo Mirai waited for a few seconds before turning the handle.

I can't even say "I'm ten years old. I'm not that young. I'm not fresh. Don't eat me." My tongue-twisting skills are temporarily frozen. I can only hold a future tightly and bury my head in his neck. .

This time, Ichijo Mirai didn't feel the warm liquid feeling, but felt Suzuki Sonoko's small breaths and slight trembling. He judged thoughtfully, "If the blue bar drops to a certain level, the hostages will fall into panic." Instinctively, he was unable to speak and could not interact smoothly with the rescuers."

Mirai Ichijo looked down and saw only the short brown hair of the little animal. He reached out to touch it and pulled out Suzuki Sonoko again, "However, the short brown hair and green eyes look familiar..."

She hugged a future neck tightly amidst the successive weightlessness and suspended feelings. Her cherry blossom-like lips seemed to be stuck with glue, and she could not spit out a single syllable.

The roar of the motorcycle suddenly sounded.

"It's a little difficult to comfort people without communication." He walked around the first floor a few times, picked up a fallen motorcycle key from a corpse, and searched for the corresponding motorcycle in the factory. , hugging Suzuki Sonoko and sitting on it, and said thoughtfully, "But I found a trick."

He and Suzuki Sonoko's wet green eyes met under the messy bangs.

The hostage trusted Neon Police.

Suzuki Sonoko still didn't speak, but moved her face, and the tip of her nose inadvertently arched her way into the future, like a cautious and testing little animal.

police.

"Well..." Ichijo Mirai looked emphatically at Suzuki Sonoko's wet eyes, and pretended to pull her back as if nothing had happened, letting her bury her face in his neck again, "Okay, I didn't cry, great victory."

The wetness of the green eyes increased a bit, showing that the hostage had been very quiet and was actually trying his best to hold back fear and tears.

"...I'm obviously not trying to intimidate you on purpose, tsk."

Suzuki Sonoko didn't cry anymore, but her eyes were a little moist. Her dark green eyes were like dizzy dark matcha, a little pitiful, and her cheeks were a little pale. When she was pulled out to see if she was crying, she held her breath unconsciously. , the face is very tight.

While thinking, he took Suzuki Sonoko's face out of his arms and observed carefully, "You're not crying anymore, are you?"

Suzuki Sonoko did not respond as usual.

"'To a certain extent' is 20%? 50%?"

One word flashed across her face: [Foxes are so scary].

"Ahem," Mirai Ichijo immediately stopped his hand as if nothing had happened, pushed Suzuki Sonoko back, pretending that he just had no hands to pull the small animal, and repeated again, "Okay, I didn't cry, a big victory."

[The hostage is frightened, current blue bar [17%]. 】

"Okay," Mirai Ichijo drove the car, without hesitation, he reached the highest speed, bit the cold wind coming from his face, and spoke into the wind, "I knew it!"

Amidst the howling wind, he raised his voice and said, "Can you hear me? I'll take you to see the police."

[The hostage blue bar is decreasing, the current blue bar is [16%]. 】

[The hostage blue bar is rising, the current blue bar is [18%]. 】

[Current blue bar [19%]. 】

Mirai Ichijo glanced down in surprise: Hey, drag racing also has blue bars?
The blue bar did not plummet, but actually increased, which is a bit unexpected...

However, except for lowering the blue bar when this guy jumped off the building for the first time, he did not lower the blue bar several times after that even though he was teetering in the air. It was also quite unexpected...

He once again took out the profile he had drawn for Suzuki Sonoko from the beginning: a strange hostage who was timid and bold. Because no one reported the final location, the police have yet to take action. Most of the police dispatched are not looking for the robbers at all. They are just stepping up street patrols or increasing the number of police personnel signs and decorations on the road.

They are just decorations.

Mirai Ichijo was wearing casual clothes, without a helmet, and holding a child in his arms. He drove the motorcycle at a speed that was almost beyond the limit of the motorcycle and absolutely exceeded the speed limit. He drove smoothly to the door of the police station.

The number of times I was stopped was zero.

The police officers on the road almost only have two actions to check for plagiarism.

Action 1: When you hear the sound of a car, look up and look around for the source of the huge motorcycle sound, like a groundhog standing in the wind.

Action 2: After capturing the shadow of the car, stare blankly at the motorcycle passing by you.

Then there is no more.

No police officer chased the motorcycle in time to force it to stop, and the police officers did not receive timely orders and surrounded the motorcycle from a distance.

They are purely decorative.

Mirai Ichijo sighed when he stopped at the door of the Decoration Bureau. He pulled out Suzuki Sonoko without hesitation, lifted her up like the Lion King, and pointed her at the sign of the police station, "Look, police station."

"Do you feel at ease?"

Suzuki Sonoko: "..."

Her green eyes were rounder, and she only glanced briefly at the police station in the center of her field of vision. Without even seeing it clearly, she subconsciously turned her head and looked at a future in the blind spot of her field of vision, like a small animal subconsciously vigilant. The natural enemy behind him.

Then I saw a face from the future.

Ichijo Mirai didn't pay much attention to Suzuki Sonoko's expression. The only attention he paid to the hostage was actually paying attention to the system prompts. Most of his other attention was on the surrounding police.

Despite the blood that had not yet been wiped off his face, he looked at the somewhat dull police officers quite calmly, and nodded from time to time as a polite greeting.

Very calm.

Not at all sneaky like a dog, very calm and calm.

They were too calm, but the police officers were a little hesitant. They looked at each other blankly, not sure about the way forward, and not sure whether the young man flying over on a motorcycle was a police officer, a robber, or an ordinary traffic violation. Should passers-by hold up their police officer badges and come forward?

After looking around, and calming the others with his calm appearance, Ichijo Mirai shook Suzuki Sonoko and noticed her gaze, "How is it?"

"Look at what I'm doing, look at the police station!"

"This is the Neon Police Station. You are safe, don't you feel relieved?"

His urging was very malicious, like a cunning fox wagging its big fluffy tail. As long as the crow nodded and spoke, the meat in its mouth would fall out, and the fox would open its mouth to catch it.

Even if he smiles brightly, he doesn't look like a good person.

Suzuki Sonoko: "..."

The moment she looked into those red eyes, her eyelashes lowered, allowing her thick, shallow eyelashes to block her green eyes.

She was separated from the bright red color that seemed to dance in the sunlight, and she lowered her eyes and said nothing.

But the system prompts: [Current blue bar [20%]. 】

Mirai Ichijo became happy, "Wait a minute, I'll hand you over to the police."

He picked around and found a police officer carrying a gun. He stopped his motorcycle and ran straight over. He stuffed Suzuki Sonoko into the arms of the police officer and said, "Hello, this is a kidnapped by gangsters." Hostage, you may not recognize my face, but you should have heard of my code name,"

"I am the 'Messiah'."

The police officer subconsciously took over Suzuki Sonoko. He was still stunned when he heard "Messiah". He raised his head in even more shock and immediately changed his attention. He was surprised, encountered rare creatures, and received gifts from nature. Colorful and complex emotions bloomed on his face, "So you, huh?!"

"...my gun!"

Mirai Ichijo snatched the police officer's gun, smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's me, the enthusiastic, cheerful, kind and generous Messiah."

He raised the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger without hesitation, "Bye, bye."

"Oh!"

(End of this chapter)