Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 333 Credibility Value 0.001
"is it?"

Akai Shuichi: "I didn't expect that the famous Mr. Messiah would actually praise a woman for the first time. I thought you were an experienced gentleman. It wouldn't be your first time to have dinner with a lady, right?"

"Don't you," he asked, "don't you even have a girlfriend?"

A future: "..."

Shuichi Akai is not sarcastic.

In other words, he was sarcastic, but he did not deliberately fabricate questions to ridicule. Instead, he brought out his own doubts and surprises and expressed his doubts in a calm tone.

The doubts are real, and the aggression is really strong.

So strong that Mirai Ichijo wanted to take out a black notebook and seriously ask Akai Shuichi's name again.

He asked instead, "I thought you were a lady. Even if you were curious, you would maintain your dignity and would not ask such personal questions, let alone in public."

There were only two people at the table.

Regardless of whether Mirai Ichijo sends an invitation to Akai Shuichi or Judy, it will only be Akai Shuichi who comes to the appointment.

And he laughed as much as he wanted, and showed a big smile without hesitation on the spot, "Ah, I'm sorry, I made a bad impression on you, beautiful lady, it's my fault."

He didn't answer immediately. He tilted his head and looked in the direction of the footsteps.

Those were two cocktails that had just been mixed.

When carrying the wine glass, the messenger carefully looked at Akai Shuichi's eyes, handed over the green glass of wine, and then handed the red wine to Mirai Ichijo with a careful eye, and added soft words, " This is wine for both of you.”

"Are you entrusting me to make the appointment for her?" Akai Shuichi said lightly, "I thought it was me you originally wanted to make an appointment with."

For Akai Shuichi, this judgment is obviously not good.

"No way," Ichijo Mirai replied, "There are always things that make me smile. I'm afraid no one can. Why don't you smile?"

The messenger returned again, just like when he left. When he returned, he also tiptoed and tried to be as quiet as possible. He just stuck a "this is a passing mushroom" on his head to warn tourists not to pick it. .

But the messenger obviously didn't think so.

"Also," Mirai Ichijo glanced at the red wine and asked, "Why do you put his wine first and then mine? Do you look down on me?"

Not only was there no rebuttal in 'in public', but even 'lady', Shuichi Akai, did not retort. Not only was there no rebuttal, but he even said something like 'having dinner with a lady for the first time' to acknowledge his current status.

When this mushroom walked to the table carrying a tray, he smiled like a senior messenger in the restaurant and put down two glasses of wine.

"I also thought you were a decent gentleman," Akai Shuichi said calmly. "You would not point out something directly, but would tacitly conceal it to save face for everyone."

He didn't go into too much detail about how to edit and modify, but there were only a few ways to change the recording. Ichimi Mirai didn't ask any more questions, and just responded slowly, "So Miss Judy is here? No wonder, although she commissioned You came to make the appointment for her, but after all, the conversation tonight is related to her important privacy, and she really should hear it with her own ears instead of having it relayed by others."

"but,"

It seems that he dares to act boldly, dares to invite people in the name of 'Miss FBI', and dares to truly admit that he is 'Miss FBI'.

It is the black color of the bug device.

He raised his hand and pressed his right ribcage, pretending to lean forward slightly to apologize, "Next time, I will definitely target your dignity and never let a beautiful, kind-hearted lady with long golden hair have the slightest bit of dignity. It's really rude of me to embarrass you and make you feel uncomfortable,"

There is also a glass with a darker green color. The goblet is nearly one-third smaller than the red wine. Irregular ice cubes are frozen on the periphery of the transparent glass. The wine is very thick and has a texture similar to milk. When the light dimmed in, it could only shine out a patch of green. The only thing that could penetrate was the ice, and the light mist it emitted became even denser.

The glass is a bright red. The wine glass is a goblet half as long as an arm. It is covered with a thin, hazy gauze like cotton silk. The gauze is also intertwined with extremely fine silver threads. From close to The mouth of the cup hangs down to the base of the cup, and under the light, it is emitting a light mist of ice cubes.

He spoke so softly that he seemed to be saying: I'm so spineless, can't you hit me anymore?
Completely different attitudes from Akai Shuichi.

But Akai Shuichi did not refute. He moved his gaze and landed on the green plants on one side. He caught a little bit of imperceptible black among the lush green and brown branches.

Visible to the naked eye, his whole body tensed up, his face that should have been soft almost stiffened into a ball of unkneaded dirt, and his tongue was so stiff that he couldn't speak. He could only stay blank for a few seconds in his mind, asking for help. I went to see Shuichi Akai.

Yes.

Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows, then lowered his eyebrows, and said calmly: "As a gentleman, you are qualified for at least one thing: always smile."

Anyway, what is caught is the same fish. It doesn’t matter whether you hang the earthworm on the hook to catch the fish or use an electric baton to shock the fish, right?
Mirai Ichijo smiled at Shuichi Akai again.

As long as he is not the one who was compromised, as onlookers, the FBI who are listening with their ears pricked up on the other side of the bug will definitely think that this conversation is too relaxed and intimate, like a pair of friends who have known each other for more than ten years chatting and teasing each other. .

Although Akai Shuichi really has long hair, the compliments he said in a serious manner were a bit disgusting.

This is something Akai Shuichi has proven with his actions long ago.

Mirai Ichijo wanted to laugh.

Excluding the envoy who was trying to retreat quietly, there were only two of them within a dozen meters around the dining table. In fact, it was not considered "in public".

It's disgusting to injure the enemy by one thousand and injure yourself by eight hundred.

The messenger froze when he was groping for his pocket, "What..."

Mirai Ichijo looked at the messenger, then at Shuichi Akai, and found that it was very subtle when these two completely opposite attitudes appeared in his field of vision at the same time, so he laughed again.

There was no retort.

He stretched out his hand to tidy up his white hair, then traced his fingers along his mouth to both ends, and politely asked the messenger, "Why don't you smile, sir? Don't you think I'm not funny?"

So I have already sent a fishing text message in the future, but then withdrew it and changed the wording to send it to Judy.

Confronting Akai Shuichi's cheeky and calm expression, Ichijo Mirai changed his wording, silently changing it to "injury zero to the enemy and eight hundred self-destructions", and continued with a smile without any strangeness, "Hearing such an intimate conversation, Wouldn’t the FBI suspect you?”

"Five minutes," Shuichi Akai said. "The call between us was delayed for five minutes with Judy as the relay station. During this period, she would help us edit and modify some conversations that were not suitable for others to hear."

He spoke with a smile and a gentle tone. Any messenger in a normal restaurant would think that he was a gentleman with a good temper and a joke.

Akai Shuichi did not look at the messenger, as if he did not receive the signal for help, but his brows moved, "It seems that you are not in a good mood recently."

Otherwise, you won’t be willing to have fun.

"This glass of wine has recently become quite famous in the field of bartenders because it is eye-catching enough." He raised his chin and signaled the messenger to take action, "Light it on fire."

The messenger immediately started to move, continued to touch his pocket, took out a lighter, and carefully lit the gauze layer outside the red wine. The moment the flame appeared, a layer of orange spread onto the gauze that was so light that it was almost like mist. It quickly illuminated the red wine and also lit up the dots of silver on the gauze. The entire glass of wine seemed to be on fire. , like a pool of flowing blood, or a fire scene splattered with blood.

The firelight reflected on a future face. He held his head and blinked slowly a few times without speaking.

Akai Shuichi said: "Go down and serve the steak first."

The messenger carefully glanced at Mirai Ichijo, but without detecting any facial expression, he had no choice but to retreat.

"It's something flashy, but eye-catching enough," Shuichi Akai spoke again, commenting on the glass of red fire wine, "At certain angles, the red wine will look like hot blood against the flames,"

"I think you'll like it."

Leaving aside whether you like it or not, one thing to focus on in the future is, "Wine is for drinking, right?"

This glass of wine... is obviously not suitable for drinking.

"Yes," Akai Shuichi said calmly, "I thought even if it was sulfuric acid, you would have no problem drinking it?"

Oops.

Mirai Ichijo was in awe, "I didn't expect you to have such confidence in me. Where does this incredible confidence come from?"

"Could it be,"

He lowered his gaze and looked at Akai Shuichi's stomach through the white tablecloth and table. "You are very obedient. You really went to the hospital for a checkup. What else did they find out?"

"I did check out something very interesting," Shuichi Akai asked, looking at Mirai Ichijo and pointing vaguely, "...is it the organization's research result?"

"It's incredible, but also very convincing,"

"Both the FBI, me, and Judy had no clue about the organization for a period of time. It was too mysterious, with no origin or purpose. But when I saw the hospital's inspection report, I was completely Feel relieved."

The inspection report actually didn't contain much information. Shuichi Akai drank a little bit of Mirai Ichijo's blood, which was not enough to achieve a qualitative change. It only caused slight changes in some conditions in his body.

But he could deduce what would happen to the body of the owner of the blood, so from a test report, he unveiled the mystery of the organization and found that its purpose was unexpected but reasonable.

"eternal life."

Akai Shuichi: "When this 'great pursuit' that only appears in literature and movies came to my mind, the organization lost any mystery to me."

There was only a sense of wet and ridiculous feeling.

...The premise is that 'eternal life' is really something that humans cannot pursue.

When it is a goal that can be pursued and the organization has already achieved certain results, the reality becomes a bit absurd, giving Akai Shuichi a subtle sense of unreality.

This sense of unreality was even stronger than when Akai Mutake felt that his father, who knew how powerful he was, disappeared without a trace.

He said: "I just want to thank you."

The fire is still burning.

Across the flames, Mirai Ichijo and Hide Akai looked at each other, and there was an illusion that a blazing flame was burning in those green eyes.

Unexpectedly, he remembered the pair of tearful green eyes in the fire scene, so he paused for a few breaths, and then murmured as if thinking, "I want to ask you, Miss Judy, who you mentioned before What does 'can edit' mean?"

He felt that there was a high probability that the whole conversation would be blocked, and only a few fragmentary sentences would be suitable for the FBI to listen to.

"I recorded my voice in advance, and she will directly replace your voice with an obvious voice changer to cut out a confrontation conversation for us that is more in line with the headquarters' concept." Shuichi Akai is very perceptive, "It seems that you are very interested in this." A good impression with a glass of wine?”

The sense of crisis that was like a gleam on the back, as if a nervous cat was hanging in the air with its claws, and might suddenly stab down at any time, was reduced. It was not reduced by one or two points, but it was like a tide when they looked at each other. Fading away, at a certain moment, Mirai Ichijo even showed a softer look, and Shuichi Akai could see it clearly.

I can also clearly see the brief sharpness after the softening.

He maintained his expression calmly and judged: Just now, at a certain moment when they looked at each other, through him, Ichichi Mirai thought of someone?
'Satan'?
It's not difficult to guess, it's just a scoring question.

What added to the sub-question was a smiling question from the future: "What are you thinking about, Mr. Akai?"

"I was thinking," Akai Hide said without changing his expression, "You seem to be more pleased with this glass of wine. You no longer look like I have inadvertently angered you, and you are starting to be satisfied with me."

Mirai Ichijo ignored him and stared at him: "You really didn't think about that?"

Akai Shuichi: "'That'?"

what?
This doubt is true. Mirai Ichijo nodded deeply and smiled, "Okay, you'd better not think about something."

He stretched out his hand, flicked the wine glass casually, and spoke amidst the crisp sound of the glass: "I have found out the code member who dealt with your father."

"Rum."

"His code name," he said solemnly, and felt as if it was not the first time he solemnly said Rum's code name, "is Rum."

And found out that this is not the first time.

It’s just that last time I was passing the blame, this time I’m telling the truth.

"Gin told me," Ichijo Mirai added, "If you don't believe it, you can tie him up and question him."

"He is very easy to find in Tokyo. He wears black clothes and wanders around all day long. He seems to especially like amusement parks. He is a workaholic. He works almost twenty-four hours a day. As long as you show some of your racing skills, , force him to stop on the road, and simply threaten him with something like, 'You don't want to be delayed, Mr. Ginjiu?', and he will tell you everything."

At least that's the case for Ichijo Mirai.

Akai Shuichi: "..."

He didn't pay attention to Yi Yifu's obvious inconsistency and frowned, "What's your relationship with Gin?"

Would it be possible to alert someone by directly asking him about gin and rum?
"Probably," Miraiichi simply thought, "the relationship between the victim and the perpetrator's colleagues?"

"I mean I'm the victim," he added. "Rum did me wrong, and Gin tried to protect him."

What he said was serious and righteous.

Akai Shuichi was also extremely trusting and immediately marked it: [credibility value 0.001].

(End of this chapter)