Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 335 Blessing
Someone said good things to someone who had a blood feud with her in front of her ears. Logically speaking, Judy should be angry.

Even if you are not angry, you should be more or less unhappy.

But at this moment, listening to one compliment after another from the future, Judy subtly discovered that she didn't feel the slightest bit displeased. The reason was very simple: this was a bastard who was playing tricks on the New York FBI.

Being teased by him is certainly a bad thing, but being praised by him is definitely a good thing?

That's not necessarily true. Judy could tell that Ichijo Mirai's tone was very gentle, so gentle that it gave the illusion of a nostalgic soft tone.

It is an illusion that this person is remembering a deceased person who has been dead for a long time.

Judy could only remain silent.

She listened in silence as the waiter came to serve the meal. The conversation on the other side of the headset paused for a moment and then continued.

Akai Shuichi: "I didn't expect that you would still be in contact with people in the organization."

He added, "Especially, it seems to be more opposed to..."

What are you more opposed to?
This sentence that was not fully spoken must be related to a secret they both knew. Judy could not understand it. She frowned and listened, and when she heard Ichichi Mirai asked quite gently: "What?"

"Keep talking," he encouraged, "It's okay, Mr. Akai, keep talking,"

"Who can tell you?"

This was definitely not a tone that would lead to safe survival. Akai Shuichi fell silent.

For a moment, the only sound on the headset was the sound of moving knives and forks. The sounds were not overlapping, indicating that only one person was slowly cutting the steak. Judy listened for more than ten seconds before hearing another sound of moving knives and forks. But before it rang for a few seconds, it was interrupted by the sudden sound of the tip of a knife scraping across the plate.

"Leave it to me," Mirai Ichichi said, continuing to cut the steak in a leisurely manner, and then calmly continued what he just said, "Especially, Belmode seems to be more opposed to 'Satan', you want to say this, Right?"

"I do care about this," he admitted frankly. "So, if Miss Judy faces 'the enemy who killed her father and mother actually knew about her survival a few years ago,' she doesn't seem to be disdainful when facing 'the enemy who killed her father and mother. "Kill yourself and see yourself as a piece of fun', face the situation of 'there is an undercover agent within the FBI and leaked Miss Judy's information to the organization' and so on, if you still want revenge,"

"Perhaps I can provide a little help."

He is laughing.

Belmod is not a thing, Judy knows it. In a sense, although a future is more harmless than Belmod, it is even less a thing, and Judy knows it even better.

She raised her eyebrows warily, "What do you need me to do in return?"

Others may give free help out of good intentions, but Ichijo's future is absolutely impossible. Even if he really claims to be free help, he will definitely withdraw his reward later. His pie is quite difficult to take.

Akai Shuichi conveyed Judy's words. He did not add any prefixes and directly recounted the turning point truthfully. If a passerby passed by, he would mistakenly think that these words were said by him, but Ichijo Mirai knew clearly that these words were Judy's words.

He pretended not to know, cut it a few more times, and completely cut the whole steak into more than a dozen small pieces. Then he picked up the dinner plate and handed it to Akai Shuichi, "You are very smart. You actually asked what you want to do. It just happened. Now that you’ve cut it, let’s eat the steak, ma’am?”

"Please don't be embarrassed. Cutting steak for an elegant and delicate lady is exactly what a gentleman should do."

Akai Shuichi: "..."

As early as when Ichijo Mirai stopped him from cutting his own steak, he had guessed what would happen next, but he had guessed that it would be completely different to face him.

Judy also: "..."

'Elegant and delicate lady'.

She really wanted to ask: Sir, the 'elegant and delicate lady' you call me is the one who stepped on the accelerator low, chased you for most of New York, and could easily knock out several strong men with one punch and one kick. Can Shuichi Akai, who is able to carry a 7-8 kilogram sniper rifle and run at high speed, and can use his shoulder to temporarily snipe the enemy?
Is the threshold for 'elegant and weak lady' too low?

If Shuichi Akai could do that, then 80% of the people in the world would be able to walk across it without even lifting their feet.

However, Ichijo Mirai took it as a matter of course, and was even surprised by the sudden silence, "What's wrong, am I rude?"

"Then I'm sorry. I need you to be patient and endure the calm for a while. Don't worry, many people are used to it. I believe you must be the same."

Akai Shuichi did not answer.

There was a slight sound of a fork scratching the plate in the headset.

The sound of something falling into the water was followed by the sound of knives and forks. It was very slight, almost integrated with the occasional electromagnetic sound. Then there was the sound of the knife and fork colliding with the glass when stirring the wine glass. Judy's headset was plugged. into the ear canal, so he keenly caught the crisp collision sound, and immediately adjusted his mood and frowned.

She heard a voice from the future: "And this glass of wine."

"I like this glass of wine very much. The glass is actually burning with flames. It really looks like a burning fire of revenge. You must be thinking the same thing, right?"

"Please, be sure to finish the drink."

In contrast to Ichijo Mirai's relaxed tone, Shuichi Akai's voice was a little deeper, "Your hand..." "What are the pills you put in the drink?"

"It's okay," Mirai Ichijo said in a more relaxed tone, "It's just painkillers."

He thoughtfully expanded his answer, "It's the kind of painkillers sold by the bucket in pharmacies. Don't worry, it's not a special medicine, it's just painkillers that are available everywhere in New York. I didn't add anything. I put them in the wine just for your sake." ”

"After all," he laughed, "even if it's not a fire scene, just a little flame on the wine glass, it will be burned when you hold it with your hand, right?"

"So it's better to take the painkillers in time. You're welcome. This is what a gentleman should do, ma'am."

"Aren't you going to take the wine glass?"

and many more.

After listening and reacting for a few seconds, Judy finally realized: Now, Mirai Ichijo is holding the wine glass with flames and handing it to Shuichi Akai.

And I don’t know how many painkillers were put in the wine.

Based on the capacity of the wine glass, if it doesn't turn into rice-soup-like wine-infused medicine, it is estimated that not many pills should be put in it, no more than a dozen pills at most, and one or two pills at the minimum.

Is it dangerous to take too many painkillers at once? Of course it is dangerous, but compared to the various crises that the FBI faces daily, it is not too dangerous. You only need to go to the hospital in time for gastric lavage to clean it out.

But it's not very harmful, it's very insulting.

There is no doubt that the future is bright and clear: Hehe, I am teasing you like a cat or a dog.

Judy: "..."

She suddenly understood why Ichijo Mirai would emphasize that Belmod thought that individual organization members were as neurotic as cow cats, because individual organization members really looked like cow cats.

Especially when it comes to beatings and treating hypotension, a cow cat with a future like a self-taught demolition of a house and a talent for disco dancing at night can easily stir up huge fluctuations in the emotions of all the humans in the building. Electrocardiogram.

"...You took three tablets?" Akai Shuichi paused for a few seconds, obviously straightening his fluctuating blood pressure manually, and then asked again, "How do you plan to deal with Belmod?"

"Yes, three pieces." Mirai Ichichi replied, applauding, and praising a child in the tone of praising a child for successfully walking ten meters. "Wow, I took it without changing my expression. It's amazing. You are worthy of being an FBI."

He corrected Akai Shuichi's last sentence, "I only said that I would provide help, I didn't say that I would deal with Belmode myself."

Then he replied calmly: "Send a message to ask Belmod out."

It's very plain, like being asked, 'Have you eaten?' ' and then replied 'eat', instead of seriously discussing how to deal with a member of an organization who has killed many FBI agents.

Akai Shuichi paused again for a few seconds, "Send a message?"

After another five or six seconds of pause, he said the next sentence, "If you send a message to ask her out, she will come out?"

……Really?

One of the future replies in the affirmative: "Yeah."

Not just sending messages to ask Belmode, even if he asks her for help with something, as long as he asks, she will definitely try her best to help.

This is the confidence of active organization members, this is the mutual help, harmony and love among organization members.

"why?"

Akai Shuichi had to ask this question, but quickly withdrew it and asked again: "Since you and Belmod are so close, why do you want to help the FBI deal with her?"

Because the FBI can't deal with Belmode.

Even if Ichijo helps the FBI to recruit people and lets the FBI choose a location in the future, and Belmode is caught unawares and faces the FBI, they will definitely fail.

In a sense, even if the FBI accidentally bumps into Bermod during team building, the probability of successfully arresting her will be higher than the probability of having Ichijo Mirai help invite Bermod to come out and arrest her in a targeted manner.

At least in the former case, Belmode would not have the highest level of vigilance when facing a future...

A criminal with superb disguise skills who has greatly raised his lower limit, coupled with the highest vigilance, can only be dealt with by a group of elite police officers and a correspondingly high-speed system. This kind of police is obviously different from the New York FBI. .

Facing an FBI, Yiyi Mirai was considerate and refrained from telling the hurtful truth. He pretended to be deep in thought, "Why are you helping you deal with Belmode? Well, maybe because..."

"Having me is a blessing to the organization?"

(End of this chapter)