Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 317 Doesn’t really look like a child

Mr. Red Herring is perceptive.

The corridor on the second floor of the villa is at right angles to the stairwell. The stairwell serves as the center on the second floor, dividing the corridor into left and right sections.

One section is blocked by a wall, and the stairs cannot be seen from a distance. You have to walk through a right-angled corner to see it. Correspondingly, people on the stairs cannot see the corridor. On one section, because the handrails of the stairs are there, the turning wall is far away, and the stairs are far away. People in the nearby corridor can see a section of the nearby corridor, and people in the nearby corridor can also see the stairway.

When he paused at the stairs on the second floor, Ichigo Mirai was looking at the latter and the half of the corridor that he could see.

The corridor is not too long, but a bit narrow. The nearest doors have wooden signboards with code names, namely [Escape King] and [Taciturn Ventriloquist]. The floor is covered with carpets and decorated with oil paintings. Even the doors are faint. It's stained with luster, and it doesn't look easy to kick at first glance.

Therefore, when occupational diseases are brought into play and people habitually look around and observe, Ichimi Mirai is also playing out occupational diseases further.

He was thinking: Where can he infiltrate without alerting others, complete the assassination target perfectly, and then retire successfully?

And come to the answer: you can sneak in from anywhere.

As long as you kill everyone, it will be a perfect infiltration, and you can retire successfully.

This is typical occupational disease thinking.

"But the effect is not very great... I'll go down first, Mr. Detective."

The white rod remained motionless, firmly fixed above the curtain.

The implication is that because he is thinking about things while walking, the walking speed is not the normal speed, and the movement caused is naturally much smaller.

Ichimi Mirai did not comment on this not-so-good occupational disease, but wanted to comment on the 'red herring': he was actually keenly aware of it and described it accurately.

"I'm too fat," Mr. Red Herring patted his belly, making it soft and sink a little, causing slight fluctuations. "I have been exercising recently to control my weight."

"Sorry, I didn't expect there was someone at the stairs. He was thinking about something while walking, and I almost bumped into him..."

The room is a relatively spacious single room with a warm and furry tone. Not only is the floor covered with furry carpets that are different in color from the corridor, the bed, sofa and curtains are also furry, and even some furniture is covered with furry protective covers. The wall facing the end of the bed is also decorated with a fake fireplace plush decoration, which makes the whole room seem to be enveloped in a warm fireplace warmth.

"You shocked me too, 'Mr. Red Herring,'" a red eye from the future curled up like a dangerous blood moon, but he also had a gentle smile expression that he used to communicate with guests at a banquet. , "I didn't hear your footsteps until two or three seconds before you turned."

"Ahaha, you, you are the detective mentioned by the 'Magician's Apprentice', right? Seeing is worth hearing a hundred times."

As he spoke, he thought of Zhu Fu Jingguang, and thought that no wonder that guy always looked gentle and good-tempered, like a wolf lurking in the grass. This look was indeed suitable as a prelude before a sudden attack.

Ichijo Mirai will increase his strength to the maximum.

Only the arms, belly and legs hidden by clothes are somewhat questionable.

"I took a look. Although you are not in the chat room, there is a sign with your name. It's [Detective], right over here." He pointed to the direction he came from and touched the back of his head. " Was that the aura of a detective just now? It was really scary. You didn't have any murderous intent, but the moment I saw you, I instinctively thought, 'This guy is preparing to kill someone.' It's really scary."

and……

After a pause, Ichigo Mirai expressed his inner thoughts in a good voice: "You really don't seem to be a kind-hearted gentleman."

His eyes wandered around the 'red herring''s fat belly stretched out like a water balloon, then moved up, landing on the opponent's fat chin, which was one-half wider than an ordinary person, his big nose, and the amount of flesh that occupied his body. On a pair of eyes in one corner.

If he had shown a little bit of his player nature and wasn't so good-tempered, he would have been tearing apart his stomach with his hands to see if there was a head hidden in this gentleman's stomach.

"But there are a lot of rooms. You can actually pick an empty room yourself and hang the sign there."

The ring tightened.

And what an 'emergency' is...

"Really?" Mirai Ichijo still looked good-tempered, apologizing again in a good voice and explaining why he kept silent, "Sorry, I was just stopping to take a rest and observe the rooms. Those rooms have hangings on them. famous brand……"

Except for one ring at each end of the curtains on both sides, the other rings have a small gap. As long as you pull hard, the ring can be removed from the rod.

When he was making expressions, the muscles on his face were all working together or relaxing, without a trace of stiffness. There were no traces of foundation on the wings of his nose, lips, teeth, chin, or forehead, and there were no traces of having used a knife or sticking something on. It was lifelike. It's a real face.

He's good-natured enough.

He lowered his gaze, looked at the suspension bridge not far from the villa through a thin layer of glass, and sighed again, "It's like a fire."

He glanced at Mr. Red Herring's belly and smiled, "I was really sorry just now. Fortunately, you were good at it, so we didn't hit him."

Occupational diseases of players.

"So strong," Ichigo Mirai let go and opened the curtains with his hands, sighing, "It seems that even in an emergency, the curtains can be used as a rope to climb downwards, and they can fully bear the weight of a person,"

Mr. Red Herring looked frightened.

But the pole was motionless and solid.

Ichito Mirai judged this way, sideways to make way to go downstairs, "Thank you, I'll wait and see."

Compared with the more elegant villa decoration, this kind of curtain is actually a bit uncoordinated. A future stopped in front of the curtain, his eyes stayed on the gap ring above for a few seconds, and he picked a ring with a gap that was not aligned with the pole. He tugged on the curtain below.

'Red Herring' touched the back of his head and laughed dryly, and introduced himself gruffly, "Hello, my nickname, ah, you know my nickname on the Internet, my name is Doi Takesuki."

"Oh, those signs seem to have been hung by the owner of the villa, or the guy from 'Escape King'," Mr. Red Herring said with a look of surprise and a rather nonchalant tone, "I heard it was when the windows were being replaced. I helped allocate the rooms. The men’s room is on the second floor and the women’s room is on the third floor.”

The exposed neck was also thick and soft, and the soft flesh trembled slightly as the owner's heart lingered.

Mirai Ichijo went to the room with the [Detective] sign and opened the door.

He waved his hand and went downstairs with a simple smile.

"Have you practiced any self-defense skills, sir?"

The curtains are easy-to-remove hook curtains, with rings at the top hanging from the pole above the window.

There are two white devices on both sides of the wall next to it, with a hanging bead chain hanging on one side. Depending on the position, the window rod can be moved down to under the window sill.

"In case of fire, it can save lives."

Whether it's curtains or brittle glass.

...It seems that the murderer this time is quite reasonable, and his willingness to implicate others is not very strong.

Ichijo Mirai thought so. He left his suitcase on the second floor and carried Suzuki Sonoko's suitcases to the third floor.

The layout of the third floor and the second floor are exactly the same, almost exactly the same, except that the width and length of the curtains have increased. They are so long that they hang directly to the ground, and they are so wide that they are folded together. Because they are too wide, even if they are pulled to the maximum, they can only be opened to the maximum. The middle position of the window.

This kind of curtain is very inconvenient and will reduce the appearance of guests' daily use.

But if you take off the curtains and throw them out of the window, this width and length can be hung from the third floor to the first floor.

Then Ichijo Mirai bent his red eyes again and smiled.

He stayed upstairs for too long, and when he went downstairs again, it was already dark.

Bright lights lit up on the first floor, and clouds of white mist emitted from the kitchen.

Suzuki Sonoko was the first to discover it. Before Ichigo Mirai reached the corner of the stairs, she suddenly turned her head and looked over. She happened to see the moment when Ichigo Mirai appeared in the field of vision on the first floor, so she happily bent her eyes and trotted away holding a steaming cup. Past, "Mr. Future!"

"Mr. Sukama is very fast. Dinner is almost ready. It's steak!" She raised her cup, "Would you like some hot drinks?"

The cup was still steaming, and the white mist made her soft cheeks hazy, making those bright eyes appear and disappear.

"It's sugar water, not bitter!"

Ichigo stopped when he was about to decline politely and took the cup, "Thank you."

"Wow," Suzuki Sonoko withdrew her hand in surprise, her eyes still bright, and she stared at Ichijo Mirai intently, "Mr. Mirai, you really like sweet things more than bitter ones."

This is a gut feeling.

The first time she had the intuition was when Ichijo Mirai left and Suzuki Sonoko noticed that the cup of coffee was not very passive. At the moment of noticing, she intuitively had the idea: "Mr. Mirai is sometimes very bad and will buy a dozen small cakes." , dipped it with their fingers one by one, smeared it on the children's faces, and deliberately teased the children with a smile.

The cake must also include coffee-flavored bitter cake, lemon-flavored sour cake, durian-flavored cake, etc. These cakes should be smeared on the child's face in turn until four vertical and diagonal shy lines of cake appear on the cheeks. , what will happen to other children, Suzuki Sonoko doesn’t know.

She thought her eyes might turn watery and she might cry.

It's not because I was teased, but because: it's so sour, so ugly, it must be ugly, ugh, so ugly in front of the one I'm attracted to.

And before he cried, the one who was still saying, "Well, you don't like the cake, I'm so disappointed" would turn out the only intact apple bunny cake from behind, and pick up the apple that served as the bunny ears. He reached her lips, and when she was stunned, he bent his red eyes and smiled, coaxing her to eat delicious sweet cakes.

...This is really an illusion.

It's still very detailed, as if it really happened.

But in an instant, something flashed through Suzuki Sonoko's mind like a flash of inspiration, making her spine tremble so much that she felt a bit sour, as if she had really seen a future and lowered her eyes. He coaxed himself to eat the cake without much care and good temper. Even if his finger was bitten in anger, he would not get angry, but would smile instead.

very nice.

It was good to see that she was a little embarrassed: ah ah, I didn’t even agree, why did you start to imagine a good relationship?

I have even thought about it. I don’t want to point out the limits. How can I think about that kind of embarrassing time! ! !

Suzuki Sonoko is ashamed of her good memory and lack of imagination that she still remembers how miserable she was as a child.

She was so ashamed to please a future, she almost shook her tail like a propeller, "I put three rock candies, it's not very sweet, just a little bit of sweetness."

Mirai Ichijo looked at her a few more times, sat down at the dining table, prepared for a while, and then asked in a solemn tone like a player receiving an NPC mission: "What do you need me to do?"

"Huh?" Suzuki Sonoko followed and sat down, looking at Mirai's hand. After hearing this, he subconsciously raised his eyes. As soon as he caught a glimpse of Mirai's smiling mouth, he quickly lowered his eyes, "Ahem, no, no,"

She found a reason why she was not being courteous for nothing, "You just sent our luggage for us."

is it?

But you just clearly issued three ten-ring message delivery missions to the brave man, five missions to hunt for eggs throughout the village, and ten missions to kill other people's chickens in the village. So you thanked the brave man for his hard work, and it was rare to show a guilty conscience.

Mirai Ichichi thought this, and without stopping, he directly started a new topic, "I just took a look upstairs. The curtains are quite good. They can be used as life ropes and thrown out of the window in times of crisis."

"The setting of the bathroom is also very interesting. The door is made of non-combustible material and is very hard. It cannot be opened by visual inspection with one or two feet. In some special circumstances, it can be a temporary safe house."

"I checked the rooms for you. The glass windows in both of your rooms are very thin and can be easily broken by hitting them with your elbows." He gave a brief reminder, but that was enough. "It seems that some people are very afraid of accidents." ”

Someone had an accident.

And the arrangement is so obvious, it is expected that the action will be taken soon, and it will not be delayed until everyone reacts.

Suzuki Sonoko blinked her eyes. She was wearing a green top. Logically speaking, the color was much brighter than her eyes, but her eyes were not bright at this time. She listened and turned her dark green pupils thoughtfully. He nodded consciously, indicating that he had listened, and appeared quiet and well-behaved, yet full of vitality.

The wage earner walked out of the kitchen with a dinner plate and brought everyone's dinner one after another before saying the first thing, "Dinner is ready."

Mao Lilan stopped pretending to watch TV and finally no longer had to worry about herself. She breathed a small sigh of relief and quickly walked from the sofa to the dining table, "It's steak. No wonder Miss Tanaka just went to get the red wine."

She straightened her skirt and sat down. She was about to pick up the knife and fork after everyone was seated, but she suddenly froze, as if she heard something, and turned her head to look in the direction of the suspension bridge outside the villa.

At the same time, Mirai Ichijo also looked over.

He heard a car.

The car braked suddenly on the edge of the cliff, and the sudden harsh sound of brakes pierced the sound of cars in the sky.

Because it was too far away and blocked by wind and snow, when it reached the ears of a future person, it was only vague and not clear, and there was an illusion of doubt.

Mao Lilan stood up, frowning in confusion, "I seem... I seem to hear someone calling me?"

Suzuki Sonoko looked up blankly, "Huh?"

"This is the top of the mountain, and it's dark. How could someone call you? Be careful, it's the deep mountain." She caught a glimpse of Mirai standing up from the corner of her eye, and was a little surprised, "Hey, Mr. Mirai?"

She also stood up, her expression immediately becoming more solemn, "Is there really someone?"

In the deep mountains and old forests, at night, are there actually human voices outside? !
No, it’s not really some resentful ghosts, is it?
"No," Ichijo Mirai shook his head and looked at Mao Lilan to open the door, "it's the sound of a car."

He followed out.

The sky was dark, and the heavy night was pressing toward the horizon, but in the night and moonlight, a bright color spread into the sky.

It's the orange-red color of flames.

It's the orange-red flame from the burning suspension bridge.

In the twisted and jumping orange, there seemed to be a figure shaking.

The suspension bridge was some distance away from the villa. To see clearly, Ichigo had to squint his eyes. He stopped and looked at it for a while, and finally confirmed, "Someone is on the suspension bridge."

In the orange-red color that was about to twist into a ball of fire, a black figure flashed away in the black smoke and red light. Almost at the moment when a future was locked on him, like a moth, he struggled through the last section of the suspension bridge. It flew onto the shore and fell on the ground illuminated by the fire, a small one.

Mao Lilan also flew over.

Ichijo Mirai recognized it, "Conan."

Conan rushed from the burning suspension bridge as if seeking death.

And Kogoro Mouri called and waved from a distance at the other end of the suspension bridge, but his voice could not be heard at all and he did not get any response.

They obviously left, but they came back again.

why?
While he was thinking, Future One fell behind. He observed the stunned expressions of others and thought about another question: Conan...

……

…It really doesn’t look like a child.

(End of this chapter)