Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 322 Power Outage
The atmosphere downstairs is not very good.

As Ichijo Mirai walked down, he stopped at the corner of the stairs and heard some listless and absent-minded conversations in the restaurant.

No one is talking about, 'The suspension bridge is burned, the phone can't be made, is someone going to attack us? 'But it seems that everyone is chatting, and the less lively atmosphere is their way of communicating in a subtle way.

Humans are intelligent animals whose communication methods go beyond language, but they are not very lovable, Ichichichi thought about Mirai as he continued downstairs.

He looked toward the restaurant without looking at anyone else, and at a glance he found Suzuki Sonoko among the crowd.

Because she was the only one who turned back.

Seriously speaking, the people attending the party were not familiar with each other. They had just chatted online for several months and encountered some pretty bad signs. Therefore, even when they were chatting sporadically, they did not exchange glances or look at each other. , most of them lowered their heads to look at the dinner plate and cut the steak carefully. They were very afraid that someone among the people sitting there really wanted to do something illegal and criminal. They were even more afraid that they would inadvertently discover the murderer's flaw and be silenced if they looked up.

Suzuki Sonoko has a trustworthy companion and is not in the range of this subtle atmosphere. She holds the fork in one hand and maintains the movement of trying to bite the steak, but she seems to hear something and turns her head when she hears it. There is something on her face. Confused.

When she saw a figure from the future, her confusion melted away as easily as sugar in hot water, and she suddenly realized, "Mr. Future!"

"Why are you down? Conan is awake?"

Dazed and innocent, but able to accurately detect the appearance of a future.jpg
This happened again and again, and Mirai Ichichi was used to it. He smiled and nodded at Suzuki Sonoko and the others who heard the sound, "Well, Conan just woke up and seems to be in good spirits. Miss Mori doesn't need to worry too much. "

Mao Lilan stood up and immediately said: "Mr. Future, let's eat first. I'll go up and take care of Conan."

Others still had more than half of their dinner on their plates, but she and Suzuki Sonoko had very little left on their plates. It looked like they had already planned to finish eating and go upstairs as soon as possible. A future gaze swept over the dining table, and again Nodding, "If you have a fever, you need to keep hot water upstairs. Let me get it with you."

Finally, there was something substantive to talk about. It was like a stone that broke the ice. The others breathed a sigh of relief and stood up with vitality in their eyes.

"I prepared a little too much when I was preparing dinner. It's being warmed in the kitchen now. I'll go get it," the worker said. He walked to the kitchen without looking at anyone, "There's also Mr. Future's share."

"Mr. Detective, you haven't eaten yet, so I'll do it." Naoko Kuroda turned to the sofa by the window in the living room, "There is a hot water bottle over there in the guest room. I'll fill it with drinking water and bring it up."

"Uh," the owner of the villa looked left and right, "If you have a fever, do you need to put ice on your forehead? I'll get the ice!"

After walking a few steps, he stopped again, hesitating, "There are ice cubes in the refrigerator and the wine cellar, but there are vegetables in the refrigerator. The ice cubes may have odor. The wine cellar is edible, but..."

However, since we have gone to the wine cellar and dinner is Western food, do you want to get some wine out for drinking?
But the suspension bridge was destroyed and the phone couldn't be dialed. Is it a bit boring to drink at this time?
Ichijo Mirai thought for a while and understood the hesitation of the owner of the villa. Just when he was about to deny it, he saw the other party looking over with concern, "It's just that I'm a little scared..."

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"The wine cellar is underground. To get it, you need to go down. Once the wine cellar door is closed, there won't be much air inside." The owner of the villa said, his voice getting lower and lower. His body was motionless and he would not move forward. His eyes were probing and probing. "Well, I didn't mean that someone would go down and close the door while I was there to suffocate me. How could that be possible? Haha, I was afraid that the cellar door would close automatically. That would be bad."

"Mr. Future, you are a detective and I trust you. How about..."

A future: "."

"Cough," Tanaka Kikue also coughed, unable to hold it back, a smile appeared on his face, "I'll go with you,"

She blinked, clenched her fists, raised her hands, waved them in the air, and raised her eyebrows, "You're not afraid of me too, are you?"

Compared to several men, women can reassure the owner of the villa. He immediately nodded and said, "Okay, okay, then the two of us will go get it."

The two jumpiest guys left side by side.

Mirai Ichijo made a movement of prayer and silence in his heart, and sat down at the dining table without changing his expression.

There were not many people still in the restaurant, and one of them was Mr. Red Herring. He looked left and right, touched his head with a blank expression, and muttered in a moderate voice: "But,"

"But it seems a bit bad to spread out now, right?"

"Besides, ice cubes are not necessary. They are just for applying on the forehead, and they are not used for eating. What's the matter with the odor," he muttered. "I'm not going to get the ice cubes. I just want to leave the suffocating restaurant."

It's not the scariest thing about everyone staying in the restaurant. The scariest thing is that a group of people spread out and act, giving the murderer an opportunity.

After muttering, he seemed to remember something again, "By the way, Mr. Detective, you can't make calls to the landline downstairs either!"

"I see it's snowing again outside. It's because the place is too isolated and it's snowing, so there's no signal for the time being, right?"

As he spoke, his chubby face turned into a ball of tears. It looked like he had guessed that there were elements in the villa who were trying to break the law, but he didn't want to believe it until death was imminent and was still resisting.

Ichiko withdrew his thoughts about the owner of the villa and Kikue Tanaka in the future, and looked at Mr. Red Herring's wrinkled chubby cheeks, "Maybe."

He noticed that there was obviously more dinner on Mr. Red Herring's plate than the others. It was full from the beginning, and the entire plate was evenly oiled. One-third of the place was empty, and it looked like it was just a meal. After eating part of it, the rest of the steak showed signs of being pierced with a fork but not eaten.

Suzuki Sonoko and the others had almost finished eating, and the others had also finished half of their food.

"I haven't finished my meal yet," A Mirai raised his gaze, looked at Mr. Red Herring again, and asked politely, "You haven't finished your meal yet, have you? It just so happens that we can have a meal together."

The migrant worker and Mao Lilan walked out of the kitchen. Each of them brought a dinner. The former carried a tray. In addition to the dinner, there were two cups of hot water. He brought the dinner to Ichigo Mirai and handed over a cup of hot water. water, and then went to the third floor.

After they left, Suzuki Sonoko looked around carefully, and when others on the table were not paying attention, he took out a small square box from the small satchel he was carrying, and poured out two pieces of rock candy on the lid of the box. He gestured quietly from under the table to Ichijo Mirai, "Would you like some candy, Mr. Mirai?"

She had already taken it out, and Mirai Ichijo naturally nodded in agreement, "Sorry to trouble you, Miss Suzuki."

Just can't help but look sideways.

Suzuki Sonoko obviously didn't realize the problem. She didn't think there was anything wrong with her accurately capturing the appearance and tendency of a future, and she was happily throwing rock sugar into the hot water.

After thinking about it, she put another piece of rock sugar into her cup, and looked at Ichigo Mirai carefully, her eyes saying: Oops, I forgot that the atmosphere is not good, Mr. Future, the rock sugar is not poisonous, I will drink it with you!

The rock sugar melted in the hot water, quickly spreading two traces of melting that were not obvious. The glass shone a little under the incandescent lamp. Suzuki Sonoko, who looked over cautiously, happened to be near the glass, so her green eyes reflected A few points of glass reflect light and are shiny.

Mirai Ichijo paused slightly, and just as he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly darkened.

The lights in the living room were turned off.

In the darkness that suddenly fell, there were panicked sounds, some far away and some near, the far ones came from the third floor, the closer ones came from the dining table. It was the crackling sound of someone suddenly standing up and overturning the dinner plate and the sound of panicked questioning. , "What, what happened?!"

"Mr. Detective, are you still there?"

It’s Mr. Red Herring.

And the young man who was splashed all over by Mr. Red Herring's dinner said, "Hey, be careful, everything is spilled all over me!"

He quickly came to an agreement with the red herring, also calling for a future, "Mr. Detective?"

"A sudden power outage, no, it won't happen..."

Mirai Ichichi had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu: in the Werewolf game where everyone could be a werewolf, he was the judge, the only character who could not be a werewolf, so he was surrounded by trembling villagers. Get a sense of déjà vu.

Or to give another example: When a young sheep encounters a wolf and sees the shepherd, it immediately circles around its owner as if granted a pardon and rubs its owner with its fluffy hair.

He sighed, "I'm still here."

The two adult men were immediately relieved and felt relieved.

The darkness came too suddenly, and a retina from the future still retained some color of Suzuki Sonoko's green eyes. He closed his eyes and let the afterimage fade away. He calmly held a knife and fork and started to eat his dinner. "It's probably a power outage." Well, as you just said, it may be that the snow is too thick and there is a power outage.”

"But, Mr. Red Herring, you didn't eat much dinner, right? Now that you've spilled it all, will you be hungry in the middle of the night? Why don't you ask the temporary worker to prepare a midnight snack for you later, and put it in the room in advance?" It also avoids the danger of traveling at night.”

A fat man who only eats half of a normal person's meal will never be full.

If Mr. Red Herring is really fat.

Mr. Red Herring took two breaths to answer: "Well, actually there is still a little left. If you call again later, I will make a midnight snack myself."

He cared about Suzuki Sonoko, "Miss Disciple, are you okay? Why didn't I hear your voice?"

Suzuki Sonoko sat on her seat obediently, not moving since darkness fell, and responded to the words, "Huh? I'm here,"

She reacted for a moment, then realized that what the red herring was asking was actually her two grown men screaming in panic, why she, an underage girl, didn't scream, so she added, "I'm next to Mr. Future." , there will be no danger.”

So even if darkness suddenly falls, she is not very afraid.

Just: "Xiaolan and the others, as well as the ventriloquist who went to the cellar..."

There won't be any accidents, right?

Ichijo Mirai put down his knife and fork, "Miss Tanaka and the others will probably come to the restaurant to meet up soon, but Conan has a fever and Miss Mori may not take him down. Do you want to go up and have a look?"

Then he asked two other adult men, "Do you two have lighters?"

After a flurry of sounds, a red light lit up in the darkness. Mr. Red Herring held up a lighter and said sheepishly: "I forgot to bring my lighter, haha. Let's go upstairs together?"

He looked to the future for instructions, and obviously, he had already acquiesced to the leader. Ichijo Mirai answered the question, "Do you actually smoke? I didn't smell cigarette smoke on you when I bumped into you."

"I thought it was Mr. Hamano who took out the lighter."

The young man did bring a lighter, and he dug it out at this moment. After the red herring's lighter went out, it lit up, "I brought it too."

"Well," he frowned, not realizing the meaning of the future question, "why don't we wait for them to come?"

"If Miss Mori doesn't come down, the servant will always come down to report it. It's so dark now, if something unexpected happens when we go up... Ahem, I mean, Tanaka and the others will be scared if they don't see us when they come back. !”

The lighter went out, and Red Herring lit the lighter again, alternately serving as a light, "The cellar is underground, does it need a light?"

The firelight shone on his face, revealing a calm and frightened expression. He didn't seem to pay much attention to a problem in the future. He was worried, "What if we accidentally fall off the ladder during the power outage? Why don't we Let’s go to the cellar first?”

A future translation: I think something is more likely to happen in the cellar than on the third floor.

The fire went out again, and darkness came over. In the brief aerial shot of the red herring lighter going out and the young man's lighter lighting up, a future eye moved involuntarily and shrank, feeling a little sour in the repeated brightness and darkness.

He raised his hand to touch his eyes and looked away, no longer looking at the firelight. "Maybe there is no need to go to the cellar. Miss Tanaka and the others are back."

In the darkness in the distance, there were limping struggling footsteps approaching, and the light of a flashlight.

The first voice that came was Tanaka Kikue's voice, "Mr. Detective?"

The first person she called was actually not her other companions who were more familiar to her, but Mirai Ichi, "Are you still in the restaurant? The ventriloquist is injured."

"The lights suddenly went out just now. He was just about to climb down to the cellar and fell down the ladder."

"We are all here," Mirai Ichichi replied. He glanced at the duo of lighters hugging each other, and then glanced at Suzuki Sonoko who was huddled in his seat. He stood up and walked over, "There are people in the villa. Medical kit? Let me help him."

Although the owner of the villa was lame, he walked very fast in the dark, as fast as a ghost was chasing him. Even Tanaka Kikue, a normal walking person, could not keep up. It was not until he touched a future that he suddenly relaxed and slowed down. , despite the hot sweat from his headache, he returned to the lame man's normal speed, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay that you are all here."

As the owner of the villa, he knows some things better than others, "Someone pulled the power switch! I just looked at the power box when I came back with Tanaka. It was damaged inside. The power shouldn't be restored tonight."

"We had to look, the electric switch was on our only way," Kikue Tanaka added, "We were afraid that the saboteurs were still there, so we didn't dare to stay longer, but we could clearly see that the wires had been cut, and there was a stone hanging on it. "

"Maybe one part was cut off before, and another part was broken off by a stone."

In other words, anyone can be a destroyer.

The owner of the villa held a flashlight and unconsciously pointed the light at a future. An adult in his forties or fifties looked forward to it and asked, "What should we do?"

The other three adults also looked at Mirai Ichijo and nodded in agreement, "What are you going to do?"

Suzuki Sonoko looked at the cellar duo, then at the lighter duo, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded vigorously, indicating that she was also listening to Ichijo Mirai.

A future: "."

The detective might be the murderer, but why do you act so trusting that he can never be a bad guy?
Could it be that he is really a good person?
After shaking for a few seconds, he shook his head and said, "Since there is a device, it's not easy to find the perpetrator."

"It's so late now and there's a power outage, so it's even harder to check."

Ichijo Mirai didn't want to lead a string of chickens to investigate murder cases like a mother chicken. He had taken care of enough children and would not take them if he could, so he suggested without changing his face, "Why don't you pack up the things you need for the night and bring them all?" building?"

"As long as you lock the door, the room is safe."

In the light diffused by the flashlight, Mr. Red Herring visibly froze for a moment, then subconsciously lit the lighter again, "Wha, what? Go back to the room and sleep?"

Go back to your own homes?

As a detective, shouldn't you be looking for clues at this time? After a power outage, a murder may occur at any time!
"There is no way to investigate," Ichijo Mirai opened his mouth without changing his expression, "Whether I investigate by myself or lead everyone to investigate, we are all in darkness. The darkness will cover the murderer, and the investigation will Give the murderer an opportunity."

A group of people are walking in the dark. Even if they huddle together with a few flashlights on, the murderer can still find many ways to create chaos and kill people, and may also implicate other people. In comparison, it is better to go back to their respective rooms.

"Yes," Suzuki Sonoko was convinced and nodded repeatedly, "Then let's go back to the room now?"

The flashlight illuminated her head as she looked towards the third floor.

She was not persuaded by reasonable evidence, but she would believe whatever Ichijo said in the future, and it happened to fit her current idea of ​​going upstairs to find Mao Lilan, so she nodded in agreement.

After some hesitant thinking, others agreed one after another.

So they walked upstairs.

Men's rooms are on the second floor and women's rooms are on the third floor.

When he reached the second floor, Mirai Ichijo heard footsteps coming from upstairs and stopped.

The people upstairs also saw the lights downstairs. Before they could see who it was, they could only guess, "Mr. Detective?"

It's about beating workers.

The first thing he guessed was not his employer, but a future. When he walked down and saw that it was really a future, his face that was originally expressionless and tense immediately relaxed. Although he still had no expression, he obviously relaxed, " Mr. Detective!"

Then he saw the others and nodded to say hello.

Walking with the migrant workers was Naoko Kuroda. She stopped groping and followed quickly. She saw a future at the first sight and was immediately surprised, "Detective!"

Ichijo Mirai wanted to look in the mirror to see if a green prompt [the detective who could never be the murderer] popped up on his head, "Well, how are Miss Mori and the others?"

As soon as he met their trusting eyes, he seemed to see a hint: +2 for clingy young sheep with wet eyes.

The worker quickly walked to Ichijo Mirai's side and pretended to help the owner of the villa, occupying a very close distance from Ichijo Mirai. "It seems that there was a power outage in the villa. She had to take care of the child. She didn't come out in the room. Kuroda and I The lady came down to see the situation."

Naoko Kuroda explained why she kept Maori Ran in the room, "Miss Maori said she knows karate and won't open the door without permission. Nothing will happen if she stays in the room."

Ichichi Mirai responded, translating the decision of "Everyone goes back to his own home, each finds his own mother, don't think about me taking you adult children, and don't think about clinging to me" into gentle words.

Neither of the fresh lambs had any objections to this decision.

But most people have an opinion on one thing: Why should everyone go back to their respective homes?

Trivia: The probability of being killed while walking in the dark is not very high, but it is not zero.

A future: "..."

As for being so afraid of death?
"Okay," he closed his eyes, "I'll see you off."

Live, who can live longer than you?

*

After sending all the children home, it was already past ten o'clock.

The fire on the suspension bridge had calmed down, and the snow had melted into the night. The inside and outside of the villa were plunged into darkness, with only the moonlight providing some visibility.

After checking the doors and windows, Ichijo Mirai sat down on the sofa and turned around his bracelet casually.

When the bracelet flashed in protest, he thought: "If, I mean if, my body encounters a fire while playing a game, can I feel it in the game?"

After a few seconds, the system organized a reply: [Okay. 】

[No one can stop criminals from committing crimes.] When it does not involve itself, it is a very pertinent judgment on the future, [especially when your hands are itchy. 】

So when you feel a little uncomfortable being the good guy and want to stretch your hands, you can log into the game directly.

Although there is no difference between harming people in the game and harming people in reality.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Ichijo Mirai condemned seriously, "Do I look like someone who commits crimes just because my hands are itchy?"

"Oh, it's not like that, it is, then it's okay."

"But this time it's not to commit murder," he turned the bracelet again and adjusted his sitting posture on the sofa, "but because of the power outage and turning off the lights, I got some new inspiration and thought of a way to pass the level with a high probability."

He logs into the game.

(End of this chapter)