Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 318 Shinichi
The fireplace is burning.

The crackle of firewood could be heard from time to time. Ichijo Mirai stood in the kitchen, poured another glass of water, drank half the glass slowly, and then went upstairs with a glass of hot water.

The third floor was very lively.

Conan was lying on the soft and furry bed, his face was red and his body was shaking. He seemed to be cold, but there were beads of sweat rolling out of his forehead and neck.

Mao Lilan was sitting by the bed, holding a white towel in his hand and wiping Conan carefully.

The other people gathered around the bed loosely. Tanaka Kikue said with some worry: "It looks like the fever is very serious. I don't know why the child suddenly ran back."

"Maybe it's because it's too serious and can't be separated from adults?" The middle-aged man guessed, remembering that Kogoro Mouri was also an adult, and patched it up in time, "It should be that this child likes Miss Mouri too much."

"Conan is very clingy to Xiaolan," Suzuki Sonoko looked at Conan's flushed face with concern, and then at Mao Lilan's frown and paler cheeks, "But even though he has already left, he still A sudden return, no matter how you put it..."

All a little strange, right?
And: "The suspension bridge was also destroyed by fire,"

"The smell of gasoline that Mr. Future smelled on the suspension bridge earlier was real,"

Mr. Red Herring came from the other end of the corridor, holding a box of pills in his hand, "Mr. Ichijo,"

Compared with a stranger who has a fever, one is more concerned about one's own safety. Suzuki Sonoko didn't make it too clear, but when the situation is a bit delicate, everyone has learned the sense of crisis and self-protection without any teacher. Feeling excited, they all said, "Then I'll go down and make a phone call!"

Ichijo Mirai pushed open the door and entered, and among the crowd of figures, he accurately met Suzuki Sonoko's eyes.

"That's just right. One of us will deliver medicine and the other will deliver water."

Just right?
There is no hot water on the third floor, so it is obvious why Ichimirai stayed in the kitchen on the first floor.

She sensed a crisis.

Tanaka Kikue took out her mobile phone and made a call on the spot, frowning tightly, "I also got a 'temporarily unavailable' prompt here."

Thinking like this, she subconsciously turned around and looked at the closed door from the crowd. Two seconds later, she saw the door being pushed open, and her eyes lit up, "Mr. Future!"

——Speaking with certainty that it is man-made will remind everyone to be careful. The person hidden among them who has evil intentions may be angry and eyeing a future.

"When I was boiling water downstairs, I was a little worried, so I tried to contact Mr. Maori, and also contacted several friends, but they were all 'temporarily unavailable'."

Suzuki Sonoko's eyes also became sharp: Mr. Future's 'friend'?
It's not that it's weird for Ichijo to have friends in the future... Well, it's just weird for Ichijo to have friends in the future!

But, it was said by a future man.

Visible to the naked eye, most people's eyes became sharp: not only was the suspension bridge suspected of being poured with accelerants, but there was also no signal on the mobile phone? !

"They were discussing the child and the suspension bridge." Mr. Red Herring opened the medicine and looked down at the instructions on the medicine box. While pressing out the capsule, he raised his voice and transferred the private chat to someone nearby. "By the way, How could the suspension bridge burn?"

Is the other person male or female?

Mirai Ichijo handed the water cup to Mao Lilan and said: "There is one more thing that everyone should not have discovered yet,"

His expression remained unchanged, "Really?"

"The burning is too severe. When I came here, I saw some snow. It shouldn't be burning so badly. It's like pouring some kind of combustion accelerant... Come, Miss Maori, some cold medicine."

She did not emphasize this sentence, but said it in a declarative tone, and wanted to follow it up with a sentence: It was probably not an accident, but man-made, and the messenger of the Lord is probably among us.

The same is true for suspension bridge gasoline, and the same is true for repeated reminders. Before speaking out, Suzuki Sonoko's thoughts were spinning, and even before she could put away the messy and floating thoughts, her mouth automatically changed her words, "Maybe there is something wrong with the magic props. "

Of these two people, one is the owner of the villa. Logically speaking, he should know the location of some items and jump a little bit. He has a high sense of presence. The other one is also a little jumpy.

Both men and women seem to be in danger!

...then, forget it then.

Before the second half of the sentence was spoken, Suzuki Sonoko remembered something she had said in the future: windows can be broken with your elbow, curtains can be used as life ropes, and bathrooms are strong and cannot be burned.

but.

He smiled and nodded from a distance, then looked to his side and greeted gently, "Mr. Red Herring."

Apart from red herrings, the two of them are the ones with the highest presence at present and the people who will be the most concerned about in the future.

"I rummaged through the cold medicine in the study over there. The child seems to have a serious fever. Taking the medicine should relieve it." He looked down at the cup in Future Ichigo's hand, showing a surprised expression, and then he was happy. Hehe said, "Did you bring hot water?"

But just like I have been with Ichijo Mirai for a long, long time in an unknown forgotten corner, and I have seen him be excited and dejected, I have seen him adapt to circumstances, raise his eyebrows in surprise because of something, and smile because of something, I said to him Suzuki Sonoko is better able to remember every sentence and understand the underlying meaning better, just like a person who falls into the water instinctively wants to hold on to some support, even if those supports are bound to disappear and be refreshed. of.

Although Mirai Ichijo is very powerful, Suzuki Sonoko has no doubts about his ability and believes that even if he is targeted by bad guys, he can easily retreat with success.

Even Mr. Red Herring touched the back of his head with a worried expression after looking at Ichiyo Mirai, "I'll go down with them and have a look."

In the blink of an eye, the room was completely cleared, leaving only three adults.

He tilted his head, exposing his face to most people's view. His brows slowly wrinkled, showing traces of worry, "This seems to be something bad."

Suzuki Sonoko had a very subtle and keen intuition about the future of Ichijo. It was obvious that they had not been together for long, and even for most of that short period of time, she had closed her eyes tightly and was frightened.

She thought: To remind everyone to be careful, there are other ways.

Others also sensed the crisis. The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and said quickly: "There is no signal on the mobile phone? What about the landline?"

If someone else had said this, she wouldn't have cared so much. After all, replacing the glass windows with brittle glass was a well-known public event.

"I didn't test the phone," Mirai Ichijo observed them and replied, "Then?"

"That's right, and the 'Escape King' guy hasn't come yet!"

Before getting an answer, he spoke again, "It's just right. You found the medicine just after I boiled the water. I thought it was Mr. Master or Miss Tanaka who was looking for the medicine."

He comforted himself and others, "Maybe it's too remote here, there's snow outside, and it's still late at night, so the mobile phone signal is not good, but there is a landline in the villa, so it should still work."

Ichijo Mirai glanced at Suzuki Sonoko, smiled at her, and turned to look at Maori Lan, "How is Conan, Miss Mori?"

"I gave him medicine," Mao Lilan put the water glass on the bedside table. She heard the topics that others were paying attention to, but she was a little distracted, "Conan has been calling my name."

He was calling 'Lan, run fast', intermittently, without any accompanying title. It was not 'Sister Xiaolan', but 'Lan'. It had a strong warning meaning, and it was a straightforward 'run fast'.

"Really?" Mirai Ichijo had heard it a long time ago, but he nodded as if he had just learned about it, and made a guess, "Maybe he sensed something was wrong with the situation in the villa,"

"He seems to have been sweating? Miss Mori, Miss Suzuki, why don't you go down for dinner first?" Before getting the answer to the rejection, he came up with a suitable reason, "Ask Mr. Red Herring if he knows where the alcohol is. "Let me help Conan wipe his body with alcohol to cool down. He is still a child, but not too young. It should be inconvenient for you two, so I'll do it."

Children who can go to primary school are already sensible.

After hesitating for a moment, Mao Lilan responded, "Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Future."

Her brows were still furrowed, and she carefully moved Conan's hand that was holding her tightly, and gently moved his fingers away before standing up, "I'll go find the alcohol first."

Suzuki Sonoko volunteered, "I'll go to the bathroom to get a basin." They split up and returned soon.

One brought two bottles of alcohol and a few clean towels, while the other brought a small basin.

The former's brows still did not loosen, and he frowned lightly. When he lowered his eyelashes, his thick black eyelashes covered his water-purple eyes, "Conan... is..."

She frowned in confusion and shut up again.

The latter found a small stool and squatted down while putting the basin stand up. He looked up at Mirai Yiyi who was sitting next to the bed. His eyes were bright and fresh mint green, and the propeller seemed to be shaking behind him, "Mirai Sir, Conan will be fine!"

She thought for a while, and she was sworn in when she spoke, but now she showed a little hesitation and added uncertainly, "Really?"

The voice was also very low, "Well, does the fox take care of health? It should, it should take care of it, right? Gods can definitely bless human health anyway!"

So she hesitated no longer, she raised her white chin again, and shook her illusory tail into a propeller, feeling somewhat proud for no reason.

A future: "."

Some people pretend to be intimidating, but they are more like a fox than him.

He pretended not to hear Suzuki Sonoko whispering to herself, and said without changing his expression, "Yeah."

"Actually, when I smelled the smell of gasoline on the suspension bridge, I told my friend and asked him to help me call the police at nine o'clock."

Suzuki Sonoko: "Wow!"

That strange feeling of pride fluffed up.

"Shh," Ichimi Mirai restrained his gaze, trying his best not to look at Suzuki Sonoko's back and forehead, to study whether she had a tail and ears, and raised his index finger to block his smile, "There is something different about the burning of the suspension bridge. The person who set the fire is probably among us, so please don’t make any noise yet,”

"Since setting fire to destroy the only path in a place like this, there is a high probability that he has evil intentions. He may be planning something, such as a murder. Once the other party learns that someone has called the police, they are likely to take action in advance."

Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko both nodded vigorously.

"They were on the phone when I came up," Mao Lilan reported in a low voice, "I couldn't make a successful call to the landline either."

"Then," Suzuki Sonoko asked in a low voice, "let's help you keep an eye on it later to see if there is anyone suspicious?"

The murderer had a well-planned plan and was obviously determined to kill. It is unlikely that novices without relevant experience would notice anything wrong.

Thinking so, Mirai Ichichi said: "Sorry for bothering you two."

He opened a bottle of alcohol and poured it into the basin, then put in a towel and said in a calm tone, "Then you two will leave this place to me, and I will leave the downstairs to you two?"

Suzuki Sonoko: "Okay!"

She almost became fluffy. She held Mao Lilan's hand and jumped out of the door. "We will observe carefully and never alert the enemy!"

Mirai Ichijo smiled, lowered his head after closing the door, and looked at Conan, whose face was flushed. His eyes scanned the child's tender cheek inch by inch, and then he took out his mobile phone.

The cell phone has no signal now.

But there was a signal before.

He clicked on the photo album and looked at the recently saved screenshots.

The screenshot shows some very simple search results, such as 'Yusaku Kudo' and so on.

Mirai had seen every one of these search results. He didn't need to look at them anymore. With his eyes closed, he could recite which picture, which position, and what words were roughly spoken. However, he seemed to be unable to remember. He looked at it for a long time before blinking. The eyes, like a Japanese beginner recognizing Japanese, slowly read out a name in the screenshot, "Kong, Fuji, Shin, Ichi?"

He read slowly.

On the bed, Conan moved and let out a vague groan, "Huh?"

Then the Japanese beginner suddenly felt happy, as if he had recognized a Japanese name correctly and his learning results had been verified, and he smiled happily.

Mirai Ichijo held his chin and read slowly again, "Kudo Shinichi?"

On the bed, Conan's face was flushed, and he didn't know it was getting hotter. There were beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. The eyes under his eyelids moved, but he still answered vaguely and unconsciously, "Huh?"

It was a bit of a struggle this time, a bit of a nightmare person struggling for clarity.

"Miss Mori's childhood sweetheart, or in other words, he and Miss Mori like each other and care about each other," Ichijo Mirai stared at Conan's closed eyes with a smile, "Kudo Shinichi?"

He raised his hand and poked Conan's face, and was exclaimed, "Wow."

Conan's eyes moved more frequently, and obvious struggles could be seen from his eyelids.

"It's amazing," Mirai looked at his rolling eyes, hot cheeks, and breathing nose with interest, and exclaimed again, "Wow,"

"You can breathe."

"It's alive."

"The eyes move like normal people, but the heartbeat seems a little high, ah, wait, it's a fever."

"It's quite beautiful. It's something that was deliberately and carefully prepared when the gene was written. It's not an artificial product or a clone. It's a more magical 'reversal'... or the memory of a real human being is implanted, caring about the person that the human being cares about. Are you willing to die in order to protect the person you love?"

"...but he's only six or seven years old...it's really a 'reversal', a 'reverse'...wow."

He exclaimed, "It's amazing."

"Right, Kudo Shinichi?"

Conan's eyes turned violently. At a certain moment during the rapid movement, he woke up from the nightmare and sat up suddenly. Before he could see his surroundings clearly, he subconsciously said, "Danger, Lan!!!"

His forehead hit a future lowered forehead.

Mirai Ichijo felt pain and exclaimed again, "Wow."

It's so hot, so hard, and yet so soft, it's the collision feeling of a normal human skull and skin.

Kids, but grown-up version.

It is so unscientific that it seems to only appear in literary works, comparable to the existence of time travel and rebirth.

It's alive.

"It is indeed very dangerous now," he agreed with Conan with a smile, "there is a murderer."

"New one."

Fun^^
(End of this chapter)