Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 332 Definitely next time

At nine o'clock in the evening, the sky in New York has turned dark, glowing with the colors of various city neon lights, making the pitch-black night colorful.

The dark night did not bring silence, but instead made it appear that there were more people walking on the street. Whether it was the brightly lit blocks or the shadow-covered corners, there were homeless people moving around.

Only some special areas are free of homeless people, such as some high-end restaurants.

As the car slowly stopped, Ichigo Mirai raised his eyebrows. He glanced at the few people and it was a bit quiet. The flow of people was almost always in single digits, with only two or three white-collar workers walking by in groups or alone at a time. streets.

The white-collar workers were all well-dressed, and they seemed to be having dinner after working overtime, or couples going on a date. They were either looking at their mobile phones, looking at the road ahead, or communicating with their peers. No one was looking at the future.

There were only a small number of people in the restaurants and cafes on the street. There were not many people sitting by the windows, and no one was looking at the future.

Interesting.

At nine o'clock in the evening, someone actually dared to travel alone in New York. He was a young man wearing loose clothes and carrying no weapons. He walked alone with an attitude of not caring about the lack of vigilance around him. Miku Ichijo found it very interesting.

He adjusted his white suit, took out a delicate white invitation from the passenger seat of the white sports car, turned it around while scanning the street, and then opened the door and got out of the car.

Yi Yifu handed over the invitation and said, "Yes."

In front of the restaurant, a messenger came over and bowed apologetically, "Hello, I'm very sorry. A guest tonight has made a reservation for the restaurant in advance and specified the number of guests. Currently, the restaurant has reached the upper limit of the number of guests and will not accept guests for the time being. The inconvenience you caused..."

However, during the time he went to the appointment, the FBI would definitely take the car away, touch it from top to bottom, and put in all kinds of innocuous but FBI-flavored things. If you don’t plan to use it again in the future, it will be turned over by the FBI. He didn't even take the keys when he got out of the sports car. He just responded and calmly followed the messenger into the restaurant.

There was a sports car that he had helped a car owner not long ago, so the car owner was so grateful that he had no choice but to give him a sports car to express his gratitude.

The messenger pretended to read the invitation carefully, and immediately bowed and made a 'please' gesture, more politely, "The guest has arrived, sir."

It's not Judy's name, it's Miss FBI. In other words, as long as a person can call herself 'Miss FBI' calmly and confidently, then anyone, whether male or female, old or young, can appear as an inviter.

A car coming from the future is a sports car.

Halfway through his words of apology and tactful persuasion, as if he had just discovered an invitation in the future's hand, the messenger immediately changed his words and respectfully extended his hand, "Are you Mr. Messiah?"

The invitation was sent by Judy. The content was a very polite dinner invitation formula, except that the invitee's signature was "Messiah" and the inviter's signature was "Miss FBI".

Even if it's not a human being, it's just a parrot that can learn to chatter, and it can still jump to the dining table with its head held high.

"Please, there will be dedicated personnel parking the car for you."

So Ichijo Mirai also paid attention to the wording when asking, without using any gender reference, "Which guest has arrived?"

The real restaurant is on the upper floor and can be reached directly by elevator.

The elevator is a transparent glass elevator, which looks very fragile and can be easily broken. Through the layers of glass, people taking the elevator can easily see that they are rising higher and higher, and can also glimpse more and more of the New York street scene. If you are afraid of heights, People may also have weak and trembling legs.

Ichijo Miku is not afraid of heights. But within a few seconds of being in a sealed elevator with only two people, the envoy seemed to realize that the elevator was a very suitable place to launch a sudden attack, so his body tensed, his breathing became lowered, and his loose suit pants also tightened. It was shaking slightly from being too tight.

"Mr. Messiah," the messenger's voice was a little stiff, "the guests who invited you have already reserved dinner in advance. Do you have any taboos? Do you need to check it again?"

He said softly, "We can change it before serving the meal."

So Ichijo Mirai knew: Oh, this is an FBI from the New York branch, not the FBI from the headquarters.

"No, I believe that guest understands my taboos," he denied in a relaxed tone. He calmed down the messenger's nervousness as soon as he answered, and then smiled again, "If it really hits my taboos, there is nothing I can do about it. , I can only endure it,"

"I won't go on a killing spree."

He laughs.

messenger:"……"

Almost visible to the naked eye, the messenger's face turned green, "Yes, yes, hahaha, ah! The elevator is here!"

"Please come with me, sir," he hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold the elevator, waiting for Mirai Ichijo to exit before following him out, "The seat reserved by the guest in advance is over here."

The restaurant is in warm colors, with tables spaced far apart, and green plants of different sizes decorating the tables. It seems like a restaurant that pays great attention to guest experience and leaves privacy space for guests to chat.

There are only about a dozen tables of guests in the entire restaurant, scattered scattered in the spacious restaurant. It will not make people feel that there are too many people, but it will only make people feel that these guests, who now have the same function as green plant bouquets, are just the right foil. The atmosphere of the restaurant.

The messenger led a group of people through most of the restaurant to almost the edge of the window.

There are more green plant decorations near the edge, almost blocking the tables and chairs, forming green walls that are not too high. The dining table is also more spacious. There is a piano not far away, and someone is playing a song. A piano piece.

Through the green plants, Ichijo Mirai caught a glimpse of the only guest nearby. He raised his hand and politely touched the lower half of his face to cover his raised mouth. Without the need for a messenger to lead the way, he walked over to say hello. , "Good evening, Miss FBI,"

"You are so pitiful and beautiful today, and your long golden hair seems to be shining with dots of ink in the moonlight."

At the dining table, Shuichi Akai looked away from the window when he heard the sound and looked towards Ichijo Mirai.

He no longer wore casual clothes or a hat today. Instead, he wore a black suit. His longer black hair was tied up loosely, but he was still as unfunny as ever, "Good evening, Messiah." 'gentlemen."

"Your words of praise are really unique."

"Don't you like it?" Ichijo Mirai sat down with a surprised expression, and immediately reflected sincerely and apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I have no experience in praising ladies. This is the first time that I have praised a lady so sincerely. Since you If you don’t like it, of course it’s not the lady’s problem, it must be my problem.”

He smiled, "Definitely next time."

(End of this chapter)