Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 319 Gin, kindhearted

'It's really dangerous now'?
Under the double debuff of a severe cold and high fever, Conan had to work hard to breathe to get the warm air. When he opened his eyes, not only his eyelids were heavy, but also everything he saw in his field of vision was dizzy and blurred. special effects.

After a few beats, his dizzy brain processed the first half of what he heard and became tense: Yes, it is indeed unsafe. There is a murderer in the villa, and Lan is in danger!

He sat up, subconsciously grabbed a future wrist, and said urgently, "Lan...!"

Only then did the rusty gears in his brain finish the second half of the sentence, crushing the title 'Shinichi' among the splashes of rust.

Conan froze.

The blurred vision suddenly became clearer, and his whole body was shocked, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head. He was obviously in a state of high fever, but he had the illusion of falling into the wind and snow, and the coldness spread. His spine.

Mirai Ichijo looked down at his wrist, grabbed Conan's chin with his other hand, used natural force, opened his mouth with his thumb, and took a look inside, "Children's teeth, one row, normal number,"

The white teeth were sunken into the red mouth, which was particularly obvious. With just a cursory glance, Mirai Ichichi could tell that Conan's teeth were very normal. They were so normal that they looked like any six- or seven-year-old human child. They were even a little bit pointy. Little tiger teeth.

Human teeth are a magical existence. Just by looking at the teeth, you can tell a person's approximate age and living standard.

Mirai Ichijo also smiled at Conan, "Don't act like a baby."

Conan stared at a future.

Mirai Ichijo paused, tilted his head slightly, and moved the tips of his ears. After a few breaths, he laughed again, and broke away from Conan's hand, "Ah, Miss Mori is still having her meal, and she won't be here for a while."

Shouldn't it be negative emotions such as fear, anxiety, resistance, and rebellion? Shouldn't we bite the bullet and be caught off guard, with too little information and a very critical situation, so we can only deal with him hastily as an enemy?
The reaction was really wrong.

He broke away from Conan's hand again and said thoughtfully, "You have a high fever now. Are you really having a cold and a high fever, or is it the sequelae of looking like a child?"

Blood vessels are in the human body, but it doesn't matter. Some of them can be observed through the neck or wrist. A future man held Conan's wrist and looked at it for a few seconds, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's also a child's blood vessel, yes, if it is Your blood vessels may be a little crowded."

And admitted it.

In the middle of the state, a very excited future paused, "?"

It is an act of trust.

"He is really a child. His teeth and bones all look like those of a child. It's amazing. Where are the blood vessels?"

Unknowingly, his hand grasped another future wrist, and his body subconsciously leaned forward, making a gesture as if he wanted to hear more clearly when listening to someone who was not an enemy, and wanted to hear the following words.

"You," he looked pale and was about to continue to resist, but paused again, "Uh,"

He touched Conan's skull again and said in a kind-hearted tone, "You have a high fever and your head hurts, right?"

He had a subtle illusion that after being given the medicine, he did not become smaller, but turned into a stray cat, and was being examined by a kind-hearted pet doctor.

The next second, Conan actually withdrew from the state of being caught off guard against the enemy, and his whole person seemed to come back to life, breathing heavily, as if he had been reborn, and his tone was no longer so panicked, "How did you guess it? "

He raised his eyes and smiled at the frozen Conan, "Wasn't your face still red from high fever just now? Why is your face so pale now? High fever won't have such repeated changes, right? Is that the sequelae?"

There are many ways to disguise your face with makeup, but not your teeth.

"Mr. Future," Conan reluctantly blocked out the illusion, his body stiffened, not daring to resist, and let Ichigo Mirai pinch his temples curiously, "W-what are you talking about?"

Conan didn't react much.

Conan: "..."

Moreover, the title 'Shinichi'...

"Mr. Wei, Future, you..."

So Mirai Ichijo was like, "Wow."

I don't know what he thought of, but in the next second, some blood returned to his pale cheeks, and his originally frightened eyes calmed down.

Like his body, Conan's teeth are not those of a high school student.

Conan: "..."

He showed a thoughtful expression, and because he didn't quite understand Conan's reaction, he paused for a few seconds, and then continued what he said before, "Excuse me, how can I help you?"

Mirai Ichijo moved his hand and broke away the little hand that unconsciously held his wrist, "Yes, I'm here,"

Just an illusion.

While he was talking, his hands were not idle. The hand that had just squeezed Conan slid down a little more, and he squeezed the shoulder. He felt the round and strong bones with no gaps and cracks, and he sighed even more, "Wow, it's amazing."

From the beginning to the end, his thumb never touched his teeth, and when he released Conan, it was clean, with no wet things on it, and no chance to eat.

There seems to be something wrong with the reaction.

He felt that even his blood had gone cold: Under what circumstances would a detective examine a child's teeth?

His attitude was gentle and he responded with a smile, "What's the matter, Shinichi?"

He even had a moment or two to explore a future, his attitude was a little cautious, but there was a tentative probing in his eyes.

After about three or four seconds, he slowly realized that he had just been pinched by a future cat like a cat to check his teeth, and then he realized those words.

"You have lived like this for a long time. You must be used to it. It won't be the first time you encounter this situation. You should know how to alleviate the pain of this matter. You can tell me and I will help you alleviate it. after all,"

No, obviously, I was scared.

He admitted that he had changed from an adult to a child and no longer struggled to the death.

He tried to pretend not to understand, carefully put his hand on one of Future's wrists, smiled dryly, and said in a childish tone, "I don't understand."

He let go.

"After all," he continued with a smile, his tone was kind and there was no threat at all, "Miss Maori is still downstairs."

"I'm not sure if your sequelae will attract some, um... you didn't do it voluntarily, right? I'm not sure if your physical changes will attract some pursuers who force you to do so, for example,"

An underage high school student turned into a six- or seven-year-old child, a full ten years younger. He also appeared with a new identity and lived in the home of Yuhi's childhood sweetheart.

Apparently, the childhood sweetheart didn't know.

The reasons behind it are obviously complicated and involve many things.

but……

Adult, small, child...

And it happened in Tokyo...

Ichijo Mirai moved his crimson pupils lightly and said with a smile: "A silver-haired, black-clothed pursuer who belongs to an illegal organization."

He stared at Conan and noticed that when he said the first key word slowly, the other person's pupils dilated a bit, and subconsciously raised his hand to put it on his wrist. When he said the last key word, The other party already looked anxious.

As a result, his smile deepened.

Because I guessed it right.

Conan was a little anxious, "You know?!"

"You know that guy?! Wait, wait!"

"You are a police academy student, but you did not become a police officer," his voice was urgent and faintly broken, "also to track down the black organization?!" 'Yeah'.

Um?and many more.

Mirai Ichichi thought for a few seconds: 'You are a police academy student'.

……

Wait, why does Conan know that he is a police academy student?

Ichijo Mirai lowered his eyes to look at Conan, then he broke free from his wrist, found a scapegoat, and silently greeted him: No, no, no, a certain blond classmate who is having fun will not be like that Xun, you didn’t pay much attention to the children when you were investigating him. Instead, the grown-up was tricked by a child, right? !

Tsk.

No wonder this guy looked frightened and responsive just a moment ago, but in the next moment he looked like he was remembering something. He was no longer so frightened. He didn't react at all when he heard threatening words. He looked like he was really listening to the good intentions of well-intentioned people. A look of relief.

Not fun anymore.

"Oh," the feedback was not enough, his interest plummeted, and he said perfunctorily, "Yeah."

His hands were pulled away one after another. When Conan spoke again, he did not hold hands. He only leaned forward again, put his hands on the bed, and said in an anxious tone, "What did you find out?"

Then he changed his mind and said, "No, I, uh,"

He was keenly aware that Mirai Ichijo seemed unhappy and suddenly became uncooperative, so he carefully looked at his face and speculated, "Do the police know about the existence of the black organization?"

Conan thought the police didn't know.

Now that I know: "Well, medicine,"

So, do the police also know that the organization possesses a magical drug?
Judging from Ichijo Mirai's guess of his identity, Conan judged that he knew it.

So the question is: “Does the police have an antidote?!”

Conan didn't offer another hand, but Mirai Ichijo put his hand on the bed and pressed down, making the bed into a concave arc. "Antide? There isn't one."

The fun turned into a question-answering session. He was very uninterested and wanted to turn around and complain to his blond classmate, "It's not poisonous."

He added, "Oh, if you became smaller because you took the drug that is said to reverse the flow of time, as I thought, then there is probably no antidote."

Anyway, Mirai Ichijo didn’t know that there was an antidote.

His arm happened to be pressed against Conan's hand, and Conan's hand was pulled downwards, so he subconsciously raised his hand to hold his wrist again, and was shocked, "There is no antidote?!"

"How can it be!"

"I haven't heard of the existence of an antidote." Mirai Ichijo immediately pulled Conan's hand away and put his wrist on his hand again. "How did you take that drug? I remember it was an organization secret. "

His interest plummeted, and as a result of his lack of energy, even the questions were a bit boring and lack of interest. His tone sounded completely casual, as if he had heard someone else's question "Have you eaten?" , and returned the question politely.

But for Conan, this somewhat perfunctory question is not perfunctory at all. It is a very important and serious question.

There was only one thing that was not so serious: Conan lowered his head and looked at the arm that was pressed against his hand as if nothing had happened.

He looked up at a calm expression with a smile that was rapidly decreasing in the future, so that the smile was a little lacking. He tentatively raised his hand and put his wrist again, "I accidentally ran into the organization trading with people, so I wanted to notify the police, but that The silver-haired man in black found me, knocked me out from behind, fed me drugs, and wanted to silence me."

"But when I woke up again, I was not dead, but turned into a child..."

Ichijo Mirai immediately broke away from Conan's hand, and naturally moved his hand towards him. Hearing this, he was also a little shocked, "Shut up?"

and many more!

Gin wanted to kill Kudo Shinichi, so he fed him medicine, and Conan appeared.

So here comes the question, according to this logic...

What does it mean to organize feeding him medicine? Silence? !

Excessive!

He bled for the organization! Sweat for the organization! He is willing to ruin his reputation and become a ruthless and ruthless killer in front of others, but he also wants to tell the world about the organization's reputation!

What a loyal member of the organization. He doesn’t even need a salary, doesn’t sign a labor contract, doesn’t need the organization to buy insurance for him, and drinks northwest wind every day to serve the organization!

The organization actually wants to silence him!

Sad, the future is very sad.

He moved his arms sadly and urged Conan, "It is indeed Gin."

If you find that the organization's deeds have been exposed, just kill the discoverer with one shot. As long as the people who discovered it can no longer speak, the organization's deeds will not be exposed.

But Gin actually didn't kill Kudo Shinichi with a single shot, but instead gave him medicine to give him a chance to survive.

Ichijo Miku has only one evaluation to say: kindness.

As expected of the Gin he remembered, he was indeed kind.

Conan: "..."

"Ah, yes," he responded a little slowly, his hand obediently placed on a future wrist, but was immediately pulled away, paused for a few seconds, and then placed it again on the wrist that came closer, "... Mr. Future...you..."

'Did you mistake me for a cat...? '

Conan hesitated for a long time about this sentence, but finally did not say it. Instead, he added a word from the future, "Only he can be so ruthless."

Mirai Ichijo broke away from Conan's hand, "No,"

He corrected, "Only he would be so kind."

Conan: "..."

In just one or two minutes, there seemed to be too many speechless emotions, but after hearing these words, Conan was still speechless. He was a little speechless, "Gin, kindhearted?"

what?
Are these two words related?

There is only one case in which they are related: negative sentences.

Gin himself can't say such nonsense about his kindness, can he? !

An arm from the future moved. Conan glanced down and ignored the cat's paw-raising movements that came to his mind. He raised his hand to put it on again and asked blankly, "Why?"

"Wait a minute, Mr. Future, um, we are having a serious conversation, and actually I am not a cat..."

"If you want to die alone," replied a future person, "there are many ways."

"Gin carries a gun with him. He can kill you directly. Even if he doesn't want to disturb the crowd, there are many ways to kill you silently, such as strangling you, suffocating you, slitting your throat with a knife or stabbing you. heart,"

"Even if it's worse, they can even seal your mouth and lock you in some small and airtight place, so that you can experience the feeling of dying bit by bit before your eyes, and experience the pain of trying hard to save yourself but being unable to save yourself. Having a Absolutely terrible way to die,"

But Gin didn’t.

So: "He means well."

(End of this chapter)