Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 336 Huh?
The nights in New York are cold.

It was cold enough to sit in front of the window, but Belmode shivered for no reason.

She looked solemnly, looking at the night scene with colorful neon lights, feeling suspicious, and slowly guessed: "I'm not going to be unlucky, am I?"

A small table, red wine and a lit candle were reflected on the glass window. The candle flame was swaying. Gin's cold voice came from the mobile phone leaning against the candlestick, "Don't look for trouble."

"If you think I'm just looking for trouble," Belmode still stared at the quiet night view of New York, so solemnly that it seemed as if New York would explode as soon as she looked away, "Why don't you hang up the phone?"

"I don't want to hear if there is really any movement from my side. I want to get the first-hand information of the victim..."

Gin on the other side of the phone didn't make a sound and was silent.

"Tell me," Belmode wanted to sigh, but he actually sighed quietly. His bright golden hair was covered with thick orange in the candlelight, and his beautiful eyebrows were melancholy for no reason, "What is the meaning of human life? "

Ever since Ichijo Miku arrived in New York, she was suddenly inspired to have a deep love for New York. Every minute and every second she was wondering, 'Is something going on in New York? Are you broadcasting breaking news? Did the news say how many people died? Are there any survivors at the scene? 'Tossing and turning in worry?
When New York was calm and there was no breaking news, Bellmode seemed to be a native neon man. He was so uneasy that he almost wanted to grab the FBI by the collar and tell them to quickly use it as a cat scratching post.

When breaking news broke out in New York, she was still very uneasy, so uneasy that she almost scratched the FBI cat's scratching post in anger.

Because: 'What's going on! Where are the dead? How many people died? What about a major incident in which no one was injured and at least thirty people died? ! Why are you so peaceful! Don't you want to play with the traditional enemy cat scratching post and want to play with me! No, there are so many people in New York and you can just kill a few cases that can be brought up as classic cases hundreds of years later to play with the FBI! '.

Gin didn't ask who made Bellmod uneasy, and Bellmod didn't mention who made him uneasy.

They all know it.

Therefore, as an experienced victim, Gin had to speak to reassure the subsequent victim, "He is already in contact with the FBI. He is probably in the foreplay stage and will start eating soon."

Don't rush.

I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious. We are all victims anyway, and we must be labeled [Victim No. N] with the FBI. It doesn't matter if you are victimized early or late.

"is it?"

Belmode asked quietly, "If you think about your victimization experience again, do you really think that he is someone who can prepare foreplay?"

No, he is obviously a bastard who starts eating when he is hungry without any scruples, leaving the entire table in a mess. When he is full, he simply lifts the table and successfully achieves the goal of having a myocardial infarction for himself and everyone else.

"Compared with 'preparing foreplay'," Belmode became increasingly melancholy, like a handful of over-whipped cream hanging limply on the rim of the cup, "I'm more afraid that he is threatening me from a distance."

"Isn't there a saying that some things will deliberately scare the prey when hunting, so that the prey will release something under extreme fear, and the meat will become more delicious."

"Is he playing a trick to scare me?"

"...the two FBI agents he contacted have a grudge against me...are they trying to intimidate me?"

"Like rum."

Speaking of the last few words, Belmode was no longer asking about Gin, but was talking to himself and affirming himself.

Gin was silent.

If he faced any enemy, whether he was a just policeman or an evil criminal, he would be very impatient when he heard Belmode's gloomy words, and he would probably even say a few words of criticism. "Trash", "Isn't he just an enemy? Anyway, he has no intention of killing you, so what?", "If you have something to do, eat more fish to nourish your brain".

But the other party is a future.

Almost every time he appears, he randomly teaches others that there are always things more terrifying than death. He makes others deeply understand the feeling of life being worse than death, and even makes criminals love the world and a peaceful future.

He was terrible.

So Gin could only say: "You haven't offended him, right?"

"He will not deliberately intimidate people who have not offended him, he will just deal with them directly."

And the victim was still unaware of his fate until the moment he was taken away.

"Rum has offended him," he said lightly. "Probably the stupid self-righteous idea of ​​'no one else is worthy, only we are similar' that exudes stupidity is too intolerable for him, so he will be resentful. For five years, Yu Huai kept threatening Rum, saying, "I'm coming to arrest someone," but never took action, letting Rum continue to swim. "

"But you haven't offended me recently."

Suddenly, Gin paused as if he remembered something.

At the same moment, Belmode said quietly, "Recently, I have not offended Alsace."

"...but I offended him five years ago."

No way, no way, no one can hold a grudge for five years, right? !
Isn't it just a little insignificant contradiction? As for that!
"No," Gin denied flatly, "If he really held a grudge for five years, he wouldn't have shown any signs of it."

He added, "So if I really deal with you, it's just that I remembered you after arriving in New York and remembered the holiday with you, so I took revenge."

Very comforting.

Fortunately, not only was he not comforted at all, but he was also hurt by a knife.

Belmod looked at his almost invisible reflection on the glass window and sighed. He was about to say something, but he heard the ringing of his cell phone again, so he sat up straight, and the depression in his eyebrows was gone. , said with some sharpness, "Hey."

She was holding another mobile phone specially designed to contact the 'Eye', which was the same mobile phone she was talking to Ginjiu on. When she heard the sound, Ginjiu also became silent and did not make a sound.

Only the 'eye machine' came out from a young female voice that sounded like she was speaking in a lowered voice, "The FBI helicopter is already in place, and the footage captured will be connected to Washington soon."

"Do you want it to be transferred to you simultaneously?"

Belmode answered simply, "Turn."

After the order, he softened his tone and added a little more gentleness, "Good boy."

She hung up the phone, reached out and pressed a few times under the table to bring up a light screen, and then said to Gin sarcastically: "Those guys from the FBI, he sorted them out here in New York with his own hands, and they are quite well-behaved." They are obedient, but the guys in Washington still reek of self-righteousness,"

"This time when he met with that Akai, those guys in Washington not only sent people to sneak in to create some "no innocent people, all FBI" arrangement and monitor the whole process, they also tried to send helicopters to watch from a distance and try to monitor, as if they wanted to take advantage of the meeting It was so stupid to take him down in one fell swoop.”

With the long-term buff of 'Impathy' and the specific short-term buff of 'World Peace Lover', Belmode annoyed those idiots to death.

"It's very stupid." Gin commented first, and then said something fair, "They don't know that Arthas is 'Satan'."

If he had known that, he wouldn't have looked like he was holding his head high and blowing stupid air out of his nostrils.

"That's true," Belmode nodded and admitted, "I remember you looked arrogant when you didn't know he was 'Satan'."

"Unlike me," she lamented, "I took him seriously the first time we met."

So don’t hold grudge against her, hold grudge against Gin more!

Gin: "..."

ill.

The first time he met Mirai Ichijo, that scumbag was not yet 'Satan'.

Belmod seemed not to notice Gin's subtle silence, nor did he notice that he was being silently scolded. He lazily tilted his head and looked at the light screen, "I saw him."

There is a temporary event in New York tonight, and there are several helicopters flying in the sky. The FBI helicopter is mixed in, circling near the restaurant, and a camera is pointed at the high-altitude restaurant to capture Hollywood. Paparazzi look at celebrities’ private lives.

The picture captured by the camera was displayed on the light screen, and it was enlarged a lot, expanding Mirai Ichijo and Shuichi Akai to the center of the screen.

The two of them were talking, one held his chin up and watched people drinking with a smile, and the other was drinking a glass of red wine burning with red flames, drinking and talking at the same time. Not sure what he said, Ichijo Mirai smiled obviously, then quickly stopped laughing, frowning, and after a few seconds, he pressed his brows away with his hands.

He didn't look into the camera, but he spotted the helicopter and the camera.

Belmode saw it.

Therefore, she was quite dissatisfied, "How did Alsace endure it?"

Such a stupid and contemptuous attitude, even towards Belmode, she had to step on it hard, completely beating the FBI, let alone the first vengeful Ichijo Mirai. .

Gin couldn't see what was happening in Ichijo Mirai, and could only tell from Bermod's scolding that the FBI had done something stupid again, and said calmly: "When he is interested, as long as it is not too excessive, He can endure it.”

To play.

But this is not a good thing. When a future is in a state of great interest, it often means that someone will be unlucky.

Bellmode commented: "He definitely seemed to be having a lot of fun."

Even if I was disturbed, I would patiently press my brows.

It seems like it's not 'in order to get rid of Belmode, play with the FBI, clean them up and use them as bait in a trap', but 'interesting, fun, have fun, some annoying people come to disturb, tsk... But fun, forget it, keep playing'.

Although the enlarged picture is a bit blurry, Akai Shuichi's movements of holding the wine glass are complete, and Ichimi Mirai's smiling expression is also very clear.

What a picture of friendly communication between criminals and the FBI.

As he watched, Belmode's heart moved, "Do you think there is a possibility that Alsace finally decided to let the organization go and go to the FBI...?"

Bad news: Some cadres are going to rebel!

The good news: it's a future.

If there is a real rebellion in the future, the organization will give all members a few days off to celebrate.

...Wait a minute, the one who rebelled is a future word, so the members of the organization don’t need to come back to work after their vacation.

In the future, one can package and slice tissues and feed them to the FBI.

He has this strength, and he also has this wickedness.

Belmode couldn't even deceive himself to entertain himself for three seconds. After a brief bubble of joy, he became depressed again.

Gin cruelly gave her the final blow: "Dream."

"He will never let go of the organization even if he dies."

After saying this, neither of them spoke again, sharing a heartfelt silence.

After a while, Belmode said: "Don't tell such a terrifying fact."

What's the difference between this and reminding a social beast who works overtime until three o'clock every day, 'Hehe, you work overtime for free with a monthly salary of 900, and you can only stay in this crappy company for the rest of your life without being able to leave'?
The difference is probably that members of the organization don't get paid, so the salary isn't what they care about at all.

Belmode sighed quietly again and looked at the light screen again. After seeing the picture above clearly, he couldn't help being startled and subconsciously sat up straight.

On the light screen, Mirai Ichijo was no longer sitting at the table, but standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. He was holding a glass of green wine, turning his back to the peeping camera, smiling and saying something to Shuichi Akai.

Then he touched the glass with his other hand.

Almost immediately, the moment he touched it, the entire huge glass window began to crack from the position where he touched it, and suddenly exploded outwards.

The glass shards scattered crystal clear into the sky and into the restaurant, and the cold wind from high altitude also poured in along the cracked glass window, blowing a white suit and white hair in the future.

There were some glass cracks on the white suit, which was stained red.

But he was still laughing.

Opposite him, about five or six meters away, Shuichi Akai raised his hand to block a piece of glass that shot towards his face, then put his hand down, his expression dark, and he said something.

Belmod carefully identified it and barely recognized a few words: 'You are a madman'.

To Mirai Ichijo, this was probably not an insult, but a compliment that recognized him as a human being. So he laughed again, raised his glass from a distance, lowered his head and took a sip of the ice wine in the glass, and then raised his hand to put the glass of ice wine in the glass. The wine was hanging outside the window. I paused for a moment and let it go.

The wine glass fell and disappeared quickly.

This was considered an emergency. The FBI helicopter stopped covering up and began to approach.

The helicopter blew up a large amount of wind again, and a suit and hair from the future swayed more and more in the turbulent wind. He frowned and looked back at the helicopter, his impatience evident.

When he looked at Akai Shuichi again, he restrained his impatience, pointed at the helicopter without looking back, and tilted his head and smiled.

Then took a step back.

The next second, just like the glass of wine, he fell downwards and met the fierce wind at high altitude.

The FBI agent on the helicopter obviously didn't expect such a madman. He shook suddenly, and the camera shook violently. He stumbled downwards and hurriedly passed by Akai Shuichi who appeared at the window and took the picture. Wipe the falling white.

Mirai Ichijo is still laughing.

He let himself fall with almost no resistance, still opening his arms even as he fell into the height of other tall buildings, and even slowly closed his eyes.

Belmode sat up straight, "Ah,"

She looked away and stopped looking at the light screen. All her previous expressions faded away, and her expression became calm, without the gloomy and buttery look before. "He was having a good time."

His eyes flashed a few more times, and he tapped the table thoughtfully, thinking: Then I can tell that gentleman that I can relax recently and no longer have to guard against self-destruction assassination...

Gin: "You've already established that he's playing FBI."

The declarative tone he used.

"Well," Bellmode said, "He seems to be quite interested in those two FBIs, and he won't be looking for me in the short term."

The sound of a text message on her phone interrupted her.

It came from the codename member's dedicated phone that was talking to Gin.

Belmod looked over and continued in a calm and indifferent tone, "Good evening, my dear, have you been in New York recently? I just arrived in New York and am not familiar with it. I don't know where there are any interesting places. I would like to ask you to help me. "

"Paid."

"Can we meet tomorrow?"

"'Messiah' stays."

"..."

ah? ah? !

(End of this chapter)