Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 307 Melancholy
Fangtani Rei can teach Conan.

At least he has enough physical strength to complete the entire cross-country race with weights, and he can still have fun running around on the street wearing a blindfold and handcuffs.

Maybe it’s a family police officer that accompanies children.

Mirai Ichijo thought with some evil humor, then put on a very serious expression and nodded, "I see,"

As for why the undercover police officer approached Conan... was it because of him?

No, no, no, there wouldn't be an undercover police officer secretly approaching the juniors that his classmates are optimistic about, right?

"Don't worry, I know the blond detective." He glanced at the traffic outside the window. "Although he has some unknown hobbies, overall he is still a very serious person."

It was dinner time, and the traffic on the street was not too dense. Cars were passing by, mostly at very high speeds.

So a black vehicle that was almost twice as slow, as if it was being extra cautious, like a dog passing by silently, was a little conspicuous.

When Mirai Ichijo dropped his gaze due to a sense of gaze, the car had already passed the dessert shop quickly, and the glossy black body flashed with linear cold front reflections at the corners.

Mirai Ichijo slowly tilted his head.

"It's been so long, but why is it still the same as when I was a kid and couldn't help but gape and talk nonsense when looking at each other!!!"

Ichijo Mirai didn't know that Suzuki Sonoko was the rescued hostage.

Isn't he a warm, kind, helpful and good man with a high sense of morality?

She didn't pay much attention. She only glanced at the low-quality car for a few times and then looked away. She asked with a vague feeling: "Is Mr. Future happy?"

The next second, there was a harsh and hasty braking sound, and the car stopped suddenly. The tires rubbed heavily against the ground. The car body undulated and swayed due to the sudden braking, but it soon stabilized and remained motionless.

The implication was that he was saying goodbye politely.

She stared closely at the wooden counter, watching the fingers on the edge of the counter leave her sight, and heard the sound of light footsteps going away. After a moment, she suddenly blushed and lay down on the table wailing, "Ah ah ah what the hell was I talking about just now!"

She lay on the table and swayed from side to side, sometimes rolling to the left edge of the table, and sometimes rolling to the right edge of the table. The more she recalled it, the redder her face became, almost bleeding, and finally she put down her hands dejectedly, "It's so embarrassing."

"Ah, it's not 'very happy'," Mirai Ichijo also looked away, smiling even brighter, "I just saw a stupid bear, and I was temporarily happy. After I was happy, I got into trouble how to solve it. I'm in distress. Rather than 'very happy', 'a little distressed' is more suitable to describe my current mood."

It's an acquaintance.

Suzuki Sonoko hurriedly shook her head, "No, no, Mr. Future, go have a meal quickly, bye~!"

Suzuki Sonoko knew about this and was sincerely grateful: Logically speaking, she should have explained this when they met, used it to strike up a conversation and get closer, and used various reasons to express gratitude to try to get acquainted with Ichijo Mirai. .

Suzuki Sonoko's eyes were still hanging on the counter. She only saw a finger from the future moving. She subconsciously followed the rapid sound of brakes and turned her head to look out the window. She saw a car parked in the middle of the road that was being stopped by vehicles behind it that kept honking their horns. Still not moving, the black car slowly and tentatively moved after a moment.

On the reflective edge of the car roof, a hint of silver is faintly revealed in the car window.

He thought for a moment and then added, "It's just fun... Is there anything else you can do, Miss Suzuki?"

It looked like it was dead.

The second acquaintance after the blond classmate.

It’s just that the driver seemed a little too timid, acting as if he was some heinous person...

His eyes widened for a moment, then curled up again after a few seconds, revealing a smile that went beyond the scope of social etiquette and seemed a little overjoyed, "Wow."

"...He, he won't recognize that I was the original hostage, right?"

But she was so embarrassed when she was kidnapped...

Not only was he dirty, but he also boldly made some frivolous confessions in the presence of beautiful women. It would have been fine if he was seriously rejected, but Ichimi Mirai obviously didn't take it seriously and just regarded it as a child. Yan Wuji joked without any malice.

In this case, telling Mirai "Hey, I am the dirty and annoying hostage back then", isn't it deliberately arousing the other party's elder attitude without any hesitation and cutting off the road of love with a sword? !

Absolutely not!

The way she rolled from left to right, and then from right to left was really cute, like a sweet and soft chocolate roll. Mao Lilan couldn't help laughing when she looked at it, "No?"

"Although what I just said is indeed a bit..." she paused before speaking, her eyes narrowed, "but you are very cute when you are shy. If Mr. Future hadn't been here, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch your ears. "

"And Mr. Future probably noticed that you became nervous when he looked at you, so he looked away politely and considerately just now."

"But why do you get nervous when he looks at you?"

Why do I feel dizzy, nervous and fascinated as soon as I realize that a future person is watching me?
In fact, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't explain it. She bit down on the cake fork in distress, remembering the first meeting in the sweetness that spread in her mouth, so her eyebrows stretched involuntarily and her eyes brightened, "Well... …I’m not sure, I was very nervous the first time I looked at him,”

"There is a very complicated feeling. He is obviously very strange, but he seems to be very familiar at the same time. But he is obviously familiar, yet very strange at the same time. We only met him for two or three seconds, but I feel like I have been with him for a long, long time. "

"And when he got in the car..."

When the car drifted to a stop, Suzuki Sonoko didn't react at first. Even if Rei Fukiya warned her in advance, all her attention was still on the terrifying feeling of weightlessness and impact. She felt that she could just relax for a moment or two. The panic of being thrown out and falling onto the street.

Even though the police officers were trying to protect her, she felt uneasy as if something was missing.

But when the car opened, Zhufu Jingguang got in, and a second figure appeared outside the door, Suzuki Sonoko suddenly felt relieved.

The first thing she saw was red.

The sun shone deep into his eyes, so they became a little brighter, reflecting the red color of a child's timid cheeks.

Then I noticed the police uniform Ichijo Mirai was wearing, the slender black wolf tail and the relaxed smile.

When he got on the car, the car was still moving with inertia, so he jumped on it while running, and his black hair swayed, revealing his complete, non-aggressive eyes that formed a sharp look with his moderately heavy eyebrows. .

The wooden sign on his wrist kept shaking like a wind chime. Like a vigorous fox wearing a collar nameplate.

Everything was obviously very fast, but just like watching a movie in slow motion countless times, Suzuki Sonoko could only see all the details in a quick glance that she couldn't control.

When she got into the car in the future, she saw smiling eyes scanning the outside and inside of the car vigilantly. She looked around from the driver's seat to Zhu Fu Jingguang who had just gotten into the car. When his eyes lightly swept over her, there was nothing at first. Fluctuated, then raised his brow slightly, showing some smile.

It's like the waves suddenly rising for yourself on a calm lake.

No one can resist this kind of thumping feeling that makes the heart slow down, and Suzuki Sonoko certainly can't. She fainted into the red lake on the spot, and her head was still dizzy. She even sat on a future road. In my arms, I don’t know when I blurted out my inner thoughts.

She only remembers that she smelled a nice, mint-like aroma in Yiyi Future's arms. She remembers that she felt some muscle outlines and the ups and downs of breathing when she buried her cheek on Yiyi Future's chest. She remembers that she occasionally raised her head, In his field of vision, he saw a slender neck, an Adam's apple that moved slightly as he spoke, a sharp and crisp jaw line, and a smile when he suddenly lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows at himself.

"I don't know why, but I can't resist his eyes at all. It's like I'm in the late stage of red-eyed love syndrome. My heart beats wildly when I see it." Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help covering her face with her hands, "I can't resist him either." Every time he smiles, I feel dizzy."

Just like King Zhou who saw a fox, no matter what the fox said, he would just answer with his eyes straight.

But: "When I see a smile,"

Suzuki Sonoko hesitated, "I'm actually a little afraid of the color red."

It was as if I had seen a future smiling brightly, but with blood splattering from its head.

She held up her cheeks and sighed, "Well, maybe it's because I just heard some stories about foxes before meeting Mr. Future. I always think of strange legends about foxes getting married, so I also have a subtle and complicated feeling about him. Well, I feel that he is strong and fragile at the same time, strong enough to protect me easily, but fragile enough that I need to protect him tightly in my arms so that the hunter cannot see,"

"Actually, if you are Mr. Future, it is not impossible to marry a fox..."

The words were 'it's not impossible', but the tone was not, it was shy and cheerful.

Mao Lilan’s summary: She loves Suzuki Sonoko so much.

This is nothing new, it is a buff that has lasted for seven years.

"Actually," she thought for a while, carefully choosing her tone, "it's okay to let Mr. Future know your identity, right? You're not a child now, and you're only ten years younger than him."

"Ten years and twenty years old is a big age difference. It is impossible to have a healthy relationship. It is normal for Mr. Future to refuse, but seventeen and twenty-seven years old is nothing, right?"

"In a few years, it won't matter anymore. We are all adults, and it is normal for adults to have some age differences in their relationships."

With that said, Mao Lilan whispered again: "If Mr. Future really cares about it, although I don't really agree...but didn't you put on makeup just now?"

Five minutes before Ichijo Miku came down, Suzuki Sonoko had just finished a bright-style makeup. She specially made her eyebrows and eyes more bright and mature. Coupled with the childish cheek lines, she looked pretty in her early twenties. female.

But after looking at the mirror for a few minutes, she frowned and wiped it off hastily as if she was dissatisfied. As she wiped it, her mood plummeted and she became depressed.

"You look cute without makeup, and you look mature and beautiful with makeup on. Why do you have to wipe it off?"

As soon as this question was asked, Mao Lilan saw Suzuki Sonoko's brows frowning again, and she felt a little unhappy.

She held the handle of the cake fork and poked the cake, "It's ripe, but..."

"But don't you think she looks bigger than Mr. Future, like an older sister?!"

Mao Lilan: "?"

"Huh? No," she was a little surprised. "Even with mature makeup, you still look like you are only twenty-three or four years old, right? It looks like you just worked, so you are not too old, right?"

Ichijo will be twenty-seven in the future.

Even if Suzuki Sonoko looks twenty-three or fourteen years old after putting on makeup, she will only be younger than him. She is not a beautiful older sister, but a beautiful younger sister.

Suzuki Sonoko started poking the cake again.

After prodding and prodding, she pursed her lips and said with some hesitation: "Actually, it may be an illusion, I feel,"

"I feel that Mr. Future looks almost exactly the same as I remember him, except for his different hairstyle and different dressing style."

"If he had his hair styled into a wolf tail and put on a police uniform or more casual student-like clothes, he would be exactly the same as the future Mr. I remember, without any difference."

"But obviously seven years have passed..."

Apparently seven years have passed, and Mirai Ichijo looks much more mature and gentlemanly, and more attractive. But ignoring his clothes and hairstyle, when looking at his cheeks, Suzuki Sonoko always has the feeling that as long as he stretches his brows and smiles, his temperament will change. Immediately brings on the youthful and flamboyant feeling of being a school student.

That sense of youthful publicity does not even belong to an adult, but to a minor, with the high-spirited flavor of a teenager.

It was as if time had not left any trace on him.

But will humans really remain unchanged for seven years?

Twenty-year-old and twenty-seven-year-old are two completely different stages in many people's lives, enough to draw a clear watershed.

Of course it's impossible for normal people.

...But if it’s a future, it seems normal?
Suzuki Sonoko was thinking, and caught a bright reflection in her peripheral vision, so she subconsciously turned her head and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the black vehicle that seemed to have suddenly broken down on the road and had stalled for about a minute returned. It passed by slowly, with the passenger seat window open, revealing a black man sitting inside. Clothes man.

The man in black was wearing a black hat and a black coat, with long silver hair hanging down below the window sill. He was holding a cigarette, and his eyebrows were clearly stern. He looked very untouchable, but when he bit the cigarette, he was inexplicably... There is a sense of melancholy.

Suzuki Sonoko: "Huh?"

She looked at the slow black car for a few seconds without paying much attention, then looked in the direction of the kitchen, bit the cake fork, and said abruptly: "That's weird, I It feels like the security of the dessert shop is slipping away."

"...Mr. Future seems to have gone out?"

(End of this chapter)