Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 295 Fox Fox!

In the closed bathroom, after a soft sound, Mirai Ichichi opened the game cabin.

He rinsed his body lazily, dried his hair with a hair dryer, walked down the stairs with the lingering lingering scent of noon, and said hello to Eiko Ishida, "Good afternoon."

During lunch time, there were actually people in the dessert shop.

It was a young woman sitting by the window. Her face was lowered, and her long brown hair hung down like silk, almost reaching the ground, covering most of her face, only revealing the tip of her white nose, which was illuminated by the sun. It's a little transparent and appears a little light red.

In front of the long-haired guest was a half-eaten triangular cherry dessert, which was red and exuding an attractive luster. Even the cherry on the spoon on the side of the plate seemed to be shining in the sun.

But the guest's attention was on her mobile phone. She slowly pressed the keyboard of her mobile phone. Unlike her hair, which had no hair accessories, there was a golden bell tied with a red string on her wrist, which was shaking gently.

Eiko Ishida poked her head from the kitchen, "Future?"

She was a little surprised that Ichijo Mirai would come down to eat at the meal, and she immediately reacted, "You came just in time. The food packed separately for you is still hot. You don't need to heat it in the microwave. You can eat it directly."

"Come on, come on."

Telling one's own feelings about the world and asking the client how they feel about the world are one of the treatments for some patients with mental illness.

Compared with "The world is so beautiful", "The gurgling water is so cool" can better arouse emotions and can calmly touch the person in the turtle shell.

The first part was to answer Maori Ran's question "What does lunch taste like?" Suzuki Sonoko seriously praised the red cherries.

After replying to the message, Suzuki Sonoko still didn't look up. Under her long, silky hair, her ears quietly stood up, listening to a voice that was not very lively in the future, but extremely vital.

She still didn't raise her head, but lowered her head. After being exposed to the sun for two or three hours, her cheeks, which had not been exposed to sunlight for many years, had a blush on her face, but her eyes were astonishingly bright.

Mr. Ishida probably didn't think so. He seemed to have seen the agent wagging the tail of the element-devouring beast. He took a few steps back silently, then hurriedly walked out of the kitchen and walked around the counter. "Okay, okay, ten minutes!"

It's a text message from Mao Lilan.

"Ramen?" Ishida Eiko was stunned and subconsciously looked at Mr. Ishida, "I remember not far away,"

After seeing a lot of red splashing in his field of vision.

The phone buzzed, and Suzuki Sonoko lowered her head. After reading the message, she blinked slowly: Mao Lilan realized that she was not at home.

Suzuki Sonoko was very happy.

Sonoko Suzuki knows what the sun feels like today.

He walked out of the dessert shop in a hurry, his eyes not stopping at the customer by the window.

Mao Lilan's tone was that of a three- or four-year-old child, affectionate, lively, and a little childish. She described the feeling of sunshine and coaxed Suzuki Sonoko to try it.

"Thank you, uncle."

Suzuki Sonoko moved.

At the end, she added in a strange way: [I am very happy today].

"Is there any ramen? The red soup is spicier." Ichimi Mirai, a customer who didn't pay much attention to the fact that he skipped the main meal and had dessert during lunch, only glanced at it, made habitual confirmation that he was not an enemy, and then looked away, "Red A little bit.”

The dessert shop was very quiet, and from time to time, the voice of Mirai Ichijo or Ishida Eiko could be heard, vaguely, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass.

[Lovely Sonoko, are you having lunch? Would you like to stretch out your hands and feel the sunshine? Although we are not together, we feel like we are together when we are exposed to the same sunshine. 】

When asking for help, be sweet.

It's warm and... tense.

The third part is to answer the sunshine.

"There's a ramen shop not far away," Mr. Ishida stood up immediately and answered, "I'll go buy it."

"Most of the food in Neon is probably taboo for me...but I can eat it, so I don't have any special requirements."

He was a little hungry.

Mirai Ichijo thought for a while.

"Do you have any taboos?"

She did not delete the garbled characters, but pressed the button carefully and replied to Mao Lilan, saying that the sunshine was indeed warm.

She kept her head lowered, her eyes fixed on the screen of her mobile phone, her white fingers slowly pressing the keys on the phone again and again to reply to Mao Lilan's message.

...What a strange appetite, but Ichijo Mirai decided to satisfy himself.

This text message is composed of three parts.

Finally, he quietly raised a question about whether Suzuki Sonoko was at the dessert shop near Mori's house.

The guest at the window didn't even look up.

But from the time Ichijo Mirai went downstairs, all she typed out were garbled codes.

The phone buzzed silently, vibrated on the desktop and moved left and right. A new message popped up: [The sun is so bright today, so warm. When it shines on the palms of your hands, it feels like it is warming yourself up. It’s the illusion of fluffy buns being baked^^】

But he didn't ask anxiously like the bodyguards, nor did he beat around the bush to find out where she was. He just asked about the taste and texture of the cake. He was curious about whether it was sweet with a solid and sandy texture or fluffy and cotton-like. He was also curious about whether Suzuki Sonoko had eaten it. I am happy only if I like the cake.

She gave a small smile.

After hesitating for a moment, she copied Mao Lilan's cute kaomoji and added it to the end.

The second part is gibberish.

He felt that the ramen restaurant that the evil-minded Morofuku-san found was probably not a ramen restaurant commonly seen in neon. He was not sure what would be put in neon-style ramen, but he knew one thing, "There are no special requirements."

She answered Mao Lilan's question seriously: [No. 】

It’s not about being happy because you ate your favorite dessert.

【Because I saw someone. 】

She saw a man dying before her eyes.

A person who had warm blood splashing and scalding her skin, blood beads on her eyelashes, and mingling with her tears, for a moment reminded her of a passionate embrace on a speeding motorcycle, with a kind of A person who died with a decisive attitude.

Mao Lilan did not reply.

She must be on her way to the dessert shop and doesn't know how to reply.

Suzuki Sonoko took the initiative to add: [Fox. 】

This animal is an animal that must never be heard or seen since Suzuki Sonoko was kidnapped as a child and was rescued by a police officer. However, she witnessed the death of the police officer and suffered from severe stress disorder.

Everyone would deliberately avoid related topics in front of Suzuki Sonoko, but now, she took the initiative to bring it up.

After a while, Mao Lilan replied.

She organized the words carefully: [Is Yuanzi still feeling guilty? In fact, the situation at that time was not because of the police officer...]

Suzuki Sonoko didn't look at the rest.

She adjusted her sitting posture unfamiliarly, from sitting upright to tentatively adjusting her chin to a tilted position, bringing her body a little closer to the inside of the dessert shop.

Just a little bit.

The warm sunshine shone in, warming Suzuki Sonoko's cheeks like brilliant gold. This feeling, which was a bit like fresh blood splashing on her face, made her a little afraid, but after twitching the tips of her ears a few times, she pursed her lips, He pressed his chest with his hand, feeling the beating of his heart. His thoughts were flying like dust in the sun.

Alive, healthy, able to act coquettishly, say 'la', with a lively tone...

'fox'.

still alive.

Happy.

The glimpses of the future that had just been glimpsed were combined in Suzuki Sonoko's swirling thoughts to form a sunny and cheerful smile. She felt her rapidly beating heart with the heel of her palms. Her green eyes were like the surface of a sparkling lake, and her golden scales glowed with sunshine because of her happiness, silently chewing on the joy that was too strong for her.

It’s great that no one died because of their cowardice and fear of resistance.

^^
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Ichijo Mirai lay down.

A Mirai stood up.

The road was very clean in the middle of the afternoon, the sun was not too bright, and the traffic flow was not dense. Only occasionally would a car pass by.

On the side of the road, a future opened its eyes. Its first action was to shake its head, like a furry animal that had just stretched out in the water and slowly landed on the beach. Its first action was to raise its hair and shake away the water drops. .

His fingers moved with inertia, causing the bright red guard to jump in mid-air.

The small golden bell on the guard rope made a gentle sound, which overlapped with some kind of ethereal and extremely light sound, and converged on a future ear.

He was stunned, and subconsciously listened for a few seconds. He heard the sound of cars driving on the street, and reacted belatedly, "Just now... was it the kind of singing I heard when I was taking medicine?"

It's ethereal and melodious, and it's quite nice to listen to, but it's just that a future has just finished itself. At first glance, it sounds so gentle, like a nursery rhyme that coaxes a child into a deep sleep. It's a bit uncomfortable.

Because it is too light.

It's so brisk that it's like applauding happily when someone shoots himself in the head, and it adds more or less hatred.

After blood splattered everywhere, Mirai went offline very quickly and went to eat ramen. The hatred level he got was not very high.

But he could guess that after he happily solved himself, but found that "someone was clapping happily than him", a little hatred would silently flow out.

[Uh,] the system is ambiguous, [is it? 】

It avoids talking about it and advises a future, [You seem to be deliberately teasing the hostages? Still don’t want to...]

"I'm doing business," Mirai Ichijo said confidently, "How can I comfort her if I don't know her character and reaction clearly?"

However, deliberately stepping on minefields is indeed a bit annoying like a cat and a dog.

"Now I know what to do with that timid guy, does she like the police, or the neon police."

A little visionless.

However, the children are still young, and when they grow up, they will probably understand deeply how the neon police in this world can dazzle the eyes, and also dazzle the eyes of criminals who do not worry about their own personal problems.

Ichichi Mirai dialed Onitsuka Hachizo's number and said, "Hey, instructor, are there any police officers in Shibuya District now? Or in Katsushika District. If not, just transfer them."

"The connection is too troublesome," he corrected, "No need to come. I'll find a police officer on the way to borrow my police uniform. I'm in an emergency, so you don't need to talk or call me. Goodbye."

He hung up the phone and cruelly prevented Onitsuka Hazo from speaking a complete syllable.

Onitsuka Hazo: "..."

system:【……】

[You,] it hesitantly probed its head and asked tentatively, [Aren’t you going to call your classmates? 】

Still acting alone?
Mirai Ichichi put away his guard, accepted the gift of nature, picked up an unoccupied car on the street, and drove to the factory.

While driving, he frowned, "It's so far, tsk."

Then answer the system, "No."

"This is the second time," he said flatly, "I don't think I can comfort her to a 100% blue level the second time."

【? 】

The system is surprised.

Surprise point 1: Hey, Mirai Ichijo actually thinks that he can’t appease Suzuki Sonoko the second time?
Very rare lack of confidence.

Even in terms of marksmanship, Mirai Ichichi was sound. You could blame the enemy for not taking the initiative to get to the muzzle, blame the bullets for not tracking automatically, blame the enemy for having a partner, blame the bad weather that day and the high wind speed.

In short, when he shot and missed the enemy, even a passing dog was wrong.

But now he actually said frankly that he could not calm the hostages' emotions the second time.

It was a little suspicious: It was just a short one. Suzuki Sonoko's blue bar was below 20, and the difficulty of soothing her had not yet appeared. How could Ichijo be sure that she would be very difficult to deal with in the future?

Surprise point 2: One hundred, one hundred percent?
...The second time was indeed less than 100% comforting.

I guess ten more times would be too much.

"You're about to put a question mark on my face," Mirai Ichijo said impatiently, "What question marks are there? I'm not good at appeasing people."

He has always been good at telling lies with his eyes open, but he can't tell lies about things that don't exist at all. "My skills in pacifying people are worse than my marksmanship. If the task is to increase the hatred value, I can surpass it without even using the file loading function." Worthy of accomplishment, but comforting…”

Is it too difficult?

"This is the third special child we have met. Haven't you discovered from my experience with the first two children that I really don't know how to comfort people, let alone children?"

"My approach to dealing with children has always been to communicate on an equal footing."

Ichijo Mirai had been a child, and he became sensible when he was five or six years old, so he could quite confidently treat five- or six-year-old children as adults, as rational beings who could understand what they were doing, and as equal communication partners.

This trick is quite useful.

He personally thinks it's pretty easy to use, at least judging from his interactions with Conan, it's really easy to use.

But for children under the age of five or six, and those with special circumstances who are more ignorant than normal children due to illness, they are a little at a loss.

The skill [Unreasonable Trouble], which is more or less bright for the children, is slightly numb.

"But this child is okay, she is not making trouble unreasonably," Mirai Ichichi reflected on himself seriously, "I actually thought that if she made trouble unreasonably and it would be too annoying, then I would go back three or four times. After I have accumulated enough impatience, I would waste one save. Just break her down to calm her down..."

Killing is not a good thing. Killing many people is an admirable thing, but touching children is so immoral that even criminals look down upon them.

For players, it's certainly not evil enough, and it's something that if you have enough emotions, you can really do it.

It's just something you can do. If it's not necessary, even the players won't want to do it.

...Excluding players who are particularly idle and players who are short-handed.

Fortunately, Suzuki Sonoko seems to be very well-behaved. Although she is silent and the blue bar is on the verge of collapse, her basic thinking logic is always online and she can also give various positive or negative feedbacks. She is not the kind who just bursts into tears. A child who cries and doesn't listen is a howler.

Ichijo Miku is very happy.

I was so happy that when I drove past a police officer, I reversed the car quickly, and without saying a word, I dragged the police officer into the car to get the police uniform and equipment. I was more determined than when I usually picked up gifts from nature.

By the time he arrived at the factory, he was already a decent police officer.

Of course, Mr. Police Officer and Mr. Madman have different ways of contacting the hostages. Mr. Madman can kill all the way in and even frighten children badly, but Mr. Police Officer has to sneak into the factory quietly and communicate with the hostages quietly. .

The snails carefully touch each other with their tentacles.

This time, the human-like Ichiro Future did not alarm any of the robbers. He was like a brave man carrying a witch to knock on Rapunzel, and knocked on the window on the fifth floor.

Inside the window, Suzuki Sonoko, who had a lot of blue stripes, turned her head and looked at her, her body shaking subconsciously, like a frightened fluffy tit.

"Hi, good afternoon," Mirai Ichijo smiled at her, "Miss Hostage, I am Officer Neon."

He held up the fresh Inuo police officer's ID without changing his expression, and cleverly used his thumb to block the ID photo of the police officer's ID.

Suzuki Sonoko was stunned.

She looked at Mirai, who poked his head out of the window, first with black hair and then with red eyes. Her eyes blinked a few times and became rounder, "...Fox..."

"fox?!"

(End of this chapter)