Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 315 Window
A future sigh for neon features.

"There is the smell of gasoline on the suspension bridge," he said sternly, "Maybe it's a unique feature of this suspension bridge, but since your commission is not to encounter danger, I suggest it's better to leave."

"Otherwise, once someone burns the suspension bridge, it will be the same as last time. The villa will be isolated from the world. In case of a murder or other bad things..."

Why does it seem like wherever they go, something happens? A look like they, or someone among them, is down on their luck?
First of all, it is definitely not because of bad luck.

Ichigai Mirai first eliminated wrong answers and seemed correct, "If you have the mobile phone numbers of netizens, it is best to inform them."

"Oh, oh, ok," Suzuki Sonoko hurriedly went to get her phone and flipped through the contacts frantically, "I'll call you right now!"

She didn't even collect evidence. It seemed that even if a message in the future said that the sun would fall in the next second, she would immediately believe it. She trembled and held her head and squatted down. While scrolling through the contacts, she took a few steps to the side, and Mao Lilan whispered it head to head.

"Is the smell of gasoline obvious?" Conan had been listening for a while. He had already taken off his mask and sniffed left and right in the air, then frowned and put the mask back on, "I can't smell it..."

He had a bad cold and couldn't smell anything.

However: "Mr. Future has a very good sense of smell. Neither Sister Xiaolan nor Sister Yuanzi smelled anything, only you did."

"There is no need for advertising recommendations. Friends who often kill people and set fires are self-taught. People who have used it say it is good and 100% positive. Oh, by the way, the ratings of the deceased and those with criminal records will not be accepted. You can pay more attention in the future. Will encounter it often."

The only suspension bridge was doused with gasoline. This was a weird thing that even the most generous people would find strange. Why didn't anyone at the party call Suzuki Sonoko and uneasily explain their doubts to each other?
The gasoline was just poured on it, didn't anyone else smell it?
Doubts emerged one after another. Conan's nose felt uncomfortable, so he moved it.

"I didn't expect you to notice it. The four or five people who were already present didn't smell any smell at all when they passed by the suspension bridge. It wasn't until they arrived at the villa that they were told, 'I'm very sorry. As a magic enthusiast, you are not keen at all. I didn’t smell the gasoline-flavored perfume on the suspension bridge. It seems that I’m not very careful. I’m not a professional magician yet. I don’t need to consider starting a magic show in the short term.”

This is not normal.

There was not just one person on the other side, but soon, another female voice sounded, joking: "You are indeed a handsome detective who bewitched a girl's heart when we first met,"

A male voice came from the phone, "But that was intentional, hahaha!"

He turned his head and looked at Suzuki Sonoko, who was running over in small steps, "How is the situation?"

Ichijo Mirai easily grabbed the back of Conan's neck and carried him back to the car. He said in a casual tone, "Well, my sense of smell is very good, and the current wind direction is just right, blowing the very faint smell of gasoline. "

"Although we haven't met yet, as long as I think about the way the detective stopped by the suspension bridge, Ben's gentle and smiling expression changed and became serious. He raised his hand to block the girl beside him and continued to move forward, and said in a deep voice that something was wrong, I I was so handsome that I seemed to be moved,"

"You are truly a detective!"

For normal humans to be able to smell the smell of gasoline as soon as they get out of the car, the smell must be very strong. Even if they don't notice it for a while, after a future explanation, other people can smell it if they take a closer look.

Suzuki Sonoko held up her mobile phone with a confused expression, "I told everyone about the gasoline on the suspension bridge, but..."

"As long as you meet enough criminals, you will always encounter gasoline." Mirai Ichijo moved his eyes, no longer serious, but showed a relaxed smile in a humorous tone, "Sorry, I have an occupational disease. , the part just now is from the criminal’s perspective, you can automatically switch to the detective’s perspective.”

Conan: "...Huh?"

The male voice didn't sound very old, under thirty years old, and his tone was quite surprising, as if he didn't expect that someone could actually smell gasoline.

The smell on the suspension bridge must have been stronger, and those partygoers who had passed by the suspension bridge and arrived at the villa must have smelled it.

But a future can.

"There isn't a lot of gasoline on the suspension bridge. If you don't pay enough attention, ordinary people probably won't be able to smell it, and they won't be able to immediately recognize that it's gasoline if they smell it."

He said seriously, "Gasoline, a necessary item for home travel, a good choice for destroying corpses and eliminating traces, and a good assistant for criminals,"

He was standing at the entrance of the suspension bridge, the closest person to the suspension bridge.

After all, he is a little detective.

She joked with a smile, "Right, 'The Sorcerer's Disciple'?"

After hearing the end, Mirai Ichijo raised his eyebrows and looked at Suzuki Sonoko.

"Ah, this, 'The Sorcerer's Disciple' is my name on the Internet," Suzuki Sonoko quickly covered her cell phone and whispered, then let go of the phone, running around in embarrassment, "Wha, what do you mean, hahaha,"

"It's just a prop, so it's fine. Let's wait and get there, hello? It seems like the signal is a bit weak and I can't hear it, so I'll hang up and see you later!"

She hung up the phone in a hurry, "They said the smell of gasoline was a specially designed test, then we...?"

Is it a test?
Mirai Ichijo didn’t think the smell of gasoline he smelled was perfume, but he understood ordinary people who don’t have occupational diseases. He didn’t explain too much and only answered gently: “Do you want to leave, or continue to attend the party?”

"You are the client, I listen to you."

When he asked, he actually already knew the answer: in the eyes of ordinary people, it was just a gasoline-flavored perfume sprayed as a joke. There was no need to travel for a long time to come here, only to stay for a few minutes and then leave.

Suzuki Sonoko hesitated.

She frowned, a light mark forming between her eyebrows. After much hesitation, she still said: "Then let's go in."

When Mirai nodded without any surprise, she whispered: "If the suspension bridge is burned, the villa will be completely closed. If an accident occurs, so many people are here... Let's go in, Mr. Mirai is here, Even if something unexpected happens, you can stabilize the situation!"

Huh?
This is not the attitude of ordinary people who believe in gasoline perfume. It is a worrying attitude that they should take it for granted that what Yiichi said in the future is right, but they are just afraid that if there is an accident in the villa, something will happen to their friends.

Mirai Ichijo didn't expect that. He looked over a few more times and met Suzuki Sonoko's dark green eyes. He paused and held the words in his mouth for a few times before nodding again, "Okay."

He stepped onto the drawbridge.

The suspension bridge is strong, but hanging high in the air, it looks a bit precarious. Whenever the wind blows, it will push the suspension bridge slightly.

The thick wooden boards are intertwined and connected by wrist-thick ropes. After a long period of wind and sun, both of them are somewhat dusty and dark. The gasoline is not sprinkled on the wooden boards, but soaked into the ropes.

A glimpse of the future swept over the not-so-moist rope, and after recalling it for a few seconds, I discovered that a certain blond classmate was open, but shy and conservative. She only wanted to play with him and didn't leave him any contact information. It was a callous love affair. .

He thought for a few more seconds, recalled Gin's number, and tentatively sent a text message: [Here? ] Just two or three seconds after sending it, the phone vibrated: [Here. 】

[How many people are there at the time and place? 】

【Has it been in the news? 】

【reply ASAP. 】

Ichijo Mirai stepped out of the suspension bridge and walked onto the ground. He looked down at his vibrating cell phone and raised his eyebrows, "I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious first. If you are anxious, you should let me be anxious first. Who let me be?" I'm really anxious. I'm really anxious. I'm very anxious. But I'm not anxious for you, but you can be anxious for me. You should be anxious.】

After sending it, he waited for two or three seconds, slowly withdrew it, and re-sent the message: [At nine o'clock tonight, if I didn't send you a message, please help Jiang Guling and ask him to call the police for me. Thank you. 】

After thinking about it, he added a symbol that represented his friendly attitude of asking for help: [:D]

On the opposite side, Gin belatedly sent a response. I don’t know which message it was in response to, or it could be a response to every message: [? 】

Mirai Ichijo put away his phone and looked at the villa.

The villa is three stories high. Because it snowed not long ago, the overall color is white. The whole villa is covered with snow layer by layer, but none of the glass windows are covered with snow. There are flowers near each glass window. There is no snow, it looks like someone has specially cleaned it.

Before ringing the doorbell, the door on the first floor of the villa had already been opened. An older man came out and took a look. He saw Ichigo Mirai who had just walked to the door. They immediately laughed and said, "Welcome, welcome." , several of them have finally arrived,"

He greeted Ichijo Mirai, "Although I don't know your real name, I can say that I have admired your name for a long time."

Then he greeted Suzuki Sonoko, "Your execution ability is actually quite good. We thought you would not be able to say the invitation in reality."

Suzuki Sonoko: "Huh?"

Just now, the woman's joking had made her realize that something was wrong. Now, her uneasiness suddenly became more intense and reached the top, "W-what do you mean?"

She glanced at Mirai Ichijo from the corner of her eye and smiled dryly, "Ahaha, how did you recognize that I am the 'Magician's Apprentice'? I thought you would be so shocked that you couldn't recognize me..."

A young woman came over. When she started to speak, the female voice that had appeared on the phone appeared again, "Why are you talking at the door and why don't you come in?"

He laughed again and answered Suzuki Sonoko's question, "Aren't you easy to recognize?"

"The first day I met you, I knew that the 'Magician's Apprentice' was a cute young girl,"

This woman looks to be in her twenties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and her eyes are curved with a smile, "She is still a cute girl who cares a lot about her age and is in the state of being in a fawn-like situation, right, Tanaka? "

Another woman came over. She looked older. Her hair was short to around her neck, with some waves at the end. She smiled slightly when she heard this, "Of course, although I tried very hard to hide it, it was actually obvious. , whether it's 'pretending to be a man' or something else, it's very obvious,"

She stretched out her hand, "Hello, my name is Tanaka Kikue, and I am 'Deception Boy'."

"Hello everyone, my name is Naoko Kuroda," the first woman with glasses also extended her hand, "This is 'Phantom',"

He also helped to introduce the man who opened the door, "This is Ara Yoshinori, the 'taciturn ventriloquist',"

"There's nothing wrong with him. He's very sincere, but..."

As he spoke, Naoko Kuroda raised her eyes and glanced at a man slowly following behind, "Did you see that guy? Like you, he used the opposite gender on the Internet. He was 'disappearing' The bunny girl'.

"My real name is Hamano Toshiya," Hamano Toshiya walked to the door and quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Please, please, I just blurred my gender deliberately, and I was at a loss when discussing private topics with me. Well,"

He looked out the door and touched his chin, "Let me take a look,"

"Ah, the wife of the 'Magician's Apprentice' has arrived! She must be this beautiful lady with long hair, right?"

He was looking at Mao Lilan.

Mao Lilan was stunned for a moment, because she was not sure what Suzuki Sonoko said on the Internet to pretend to be a middle-aged man with a wife and children. She nodded hesitantly, "Probably?"

"Then," Naoko Kuroda looked down at Conan, "this little brother must be the son?"

"He's a crazy and lively 'son' who will jump into some cat's nest or dog hole if he's not careful."

"Finally," Tanaka Kikue looked at Mirai, who had been listening with a smile and observing them calmly. He held his hand, covering the lower half of his face, and his eyes were bent, "Is this the 'husband'?"

A future: "?"

He looked over with a smile, passing a question mark.

"Although the 'Magician's Apprentice' has always said that she is a man with a wife and children, she often mentions another handsome and charming man in daily chats, so we often joke that she is a 'one husband and one man'. Wifeist'," Naoko Kuroda also covered her mouth, only showing a pair of smiling eyes, "It means 'to have a wife and a husband',"

"Huh,"

She looked at Suzuki Sonoko, pretending to be surprised, "What's wrong? Is there something on the ground?"

He laughed again, "If you want to find a hole to crawl in, it's a pity. We checked in advance and there is absolutely no gap or hole at the door."

Suzuki Sonoko: "..."

Without unnecessary questioning at all, just by listening to the jokes, she was about to mature into a crab. Now she was even more embarrassed and wanted to find a cliff to jump off, not even daring to look at the future.

"Seriously, I'm afraid Miss Mori is the 'husband'," Mirai Ichijo didn't pay much attention to the joke and smiled calmly, "Her martial arts are very powerful and she has been specially trained."

He also introduced himself: "Hello everyone, this is the first time we meet. My name is Mirai Ichijo."

After hastily finishing the process, he went straight to the point: "Has anyone cleaned the windows in advance?"

(End of this chapter)