Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 353 Rum
In the early morning, the sun jumps out of the horizon and illuminates the whole of New York.

It also illuminates the New York apartments that light up briefly and then go out just as quickly, casting the morning light unevenly on the busy traffic. Pedestrians and cars are all rushing to and fro, stopping only briefly at the traffic lights.

A future stopped in front of the FBI branch. He casually turned his eyes and observed the surroundings, feeling a little weird: ...Why am I back to work at the FBI again?
He understands the truth. He even facilitated the sweet cooperation with the FBI. Now he can start working...

Forget it, he's just playing a "game". Just think of it as legalizing "FBI, open the door". Next time he blurts out such words, he won't have to change them midway and can just say them with confidence.

And: If he is three points reluctant, then the FBI is probably seven points reluctant, right?

As soon as he thought about the melon that he had forced upon him unwillingly, a slight reluctance in the future would immediately be swept away, and he would become very excited.

He took one last look at the street and walked into the branch.

There was already someone waiting inside the door. Shuichi Akai was standing at one side holding a document and looking down at it. He had a calm expression and a watch with a red spot on his wrist.

It is a special watch that acts as a locator and walkie-talkie. Within a certain range, the positioning watch can check the real-time location and contact each other with special devices.

The special device is a mobile phone issued by the FBI to a future employee.

Apparently, this is a kind FBI who is friendly to his colleagues and willing to serve as a mentor to the NPC, and is waiting for the new colleague to come to work.

But to others who don't know, he is the door god.

The FBI passing by couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at this gatekeeper, and most of them greeted him in a nice tone as they passed by.

Before the operation at the airport, many FBI agents in the New York branch knew Shuichi Akai and knew that he was quite capable. There were also many FBI agents who did not know him but had heard of him to some extent, or had heard some fragments about him from their companions after receiving orders. In any case, after the operation at the airport, almost all FBI agents knew this agent who had been parachuted in to be the person in charge of an important operation.

However, because the airport operation came and went so suddenly, and was obviously a failure, the FBI's impression of the person in charge of the airborne operation was...

Ichijou saw a middle-aged brown-haired FBI man who seemed to be very polite in greeting. He and his companions walked a few steps away and then started making faces and gestures, sticking out his tongue and making faces.

He was dancing and gesticulating so happily that even an FBI agent passing by could easily tell that he had someone above Cricket Akai Shuichi, and that the sarcastic young man's airborne mission had failed miserably.

Obviously, the 'Mr. Akai is quite capable' that most people used to assume was still no match for the 'person in charge of a major airborne mission', which easily aroused the resentment of many FBI agents, as shown by the crickets behind their backs.

But unfortunately, there is glass on the first floor.

Even more unfortunately, the glass reflected the FBI man's cheerful dance.

Even more unfortunate, Akai Shuichi saw it.

His expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed anything. He only lowered his head to check his watch after reading the document, then looked up and met the eyes of Yitiaowei.

The folder is black.

Ichijo Mirai walked over, flipped his work phone, first glanced at the FBI agent who had already left, then glanced at the folder in Akai Shuichi's hand, and asked politely: "Excuse me, do you want to write down the name of that idiot gentleman in the dangerous black notebook in your hand, and then calmly step over his body and go back to the office for a cup of coffee?"

"Then please take your time to retaliate. He's still in the elevator and the body will get stuck. I don't want to climb the stairs. Thank you."

Akai Shuichi: "..."

What do you mean?
Without having to decipher the translation, one fact is already clear: the future is teasing.

He is still quite teasing and can attract a lot of hatred. Even if others cannot translate his detailed attack words at the first time, they can instantly and perfectly understand that they are being attacked and lose blood upon hearing the sound.

Akai Shuichi has gotten used to it.

"Okay, let's take the elevator. Go straight." He handed the folder to Yitiao Weilai without changing his expression. He took out the elevator card and shook it. "These are the candidates you approved yesterday. They can start work the day after tomorrow at the latest, and today at the earliest."

Wow.

You don't need to wait for the elevator, you can get on directly by swiping your card.

When he walked into the elevator, Yitiao Weilai also roughly flipped through the folder. He did not stop at the page about Yi Dahang. Without blinking, he casually said something very Yitiao Weilai-style teasing, "Aren't you angry at all? You have a really good temper. You are an elegant and respectable gentleman."

"But I think you were more interesting when we first met, when you were still so fierce and menacing."

Just like all the people who have entered the society and started to mature after a period of experience, at first, Akai Shuichi would become solemn and serious when he smelled the scent of mint shower gel, but now he remains calm even when standing with Ichijo Mirai in the narrow elevator where it is difficult to avoid being attacked.

That's maturity.

A ripening agent from the Future brand is used to promote maturity.

The person involved seemed to have no self-awareness at all. Akai Hide glanced over, but still did not have any negative expression. Instead, he smiled faintly, "Are you referring to the FBI or what you said?"

Without waiting for a reply, he continued: "If it's the latter, I'm used to it. If it's the former..."

"I'm not angry. Maybe I'm just honored to be one of the 'second generation with unknown origins, great background, no knowledge, and failed parachuting' with you."

A future: "..."

Wait, what?
After sorting out the meaning of Akai Shuichi's words, he had a question mark in his mind and looked over in confusion, "What does it have to do with me?"

He never showed up!

What do you mean by 'a second-generation who was unlearned and failed'? At most, it can be regarded as 'a poor person who was forcibly taken back to the FBI by the second-generation, imprisoned in the command room to make up the numbers and sent out as a coolie'!
"There's nothing we can do. Once rumors start spreading, they can't be controlled," Akai Shuichi frowned, gave an impolite smile, and repeated, "I'm honored to be compared with you."

"So don't be angry."

Anyway, it won't be long before the rumors disappear, twisted and screaming like ghosts seeing the sun.

Shuichi Akai is very confident that Ichijo Mirai has the ability to resolve the issue. He is even more convinced that Ichijo Mirai has the ability to bear grudges against those who spread rumors even after thirty or fifty years.

"Before going to work today," he said, "I went to church."

Go and pray for your colleagues who are about to be persecuted.

A future: "..."

As expected of a guy who can "beg you" without hesitation, he is as shameless as ever.

However: "Then, what about Judy?" Shuichi Akai can shamelessly ignore the rumors and even remain calm when seeing them with his own eyes, and he even knocks on the wooden fish for the people who spread the rumors, but what about Judy?
Compared to Mirai Ichijo and Shuichi Akai who look quite human, she is actually a real person. Would she not have lit candles for her colleagues in advance?
"The rumors don't include her," Akai Shuichi replied, "She faced rumors when she first joined the FBI. Her choice was to meet the person who talked about the rumors the most in the training room for a one-on-one."

"After that, there were no more rumors about her within the FBI."

At least not the kind that is almost known to everyone.

As human beings, no one wants to receive a fist with their face.

One future continues: "..."

Well... this is indeed the FBI's usual style. When facing the violent faction, they can always quickly slide to their knees. After all, the intelligent faction still needs time to slap them in the face from a distance, but the violent faction may physically slap them in the face in the next second.

Regarding this very FBI-like behavior, he could only comment in a complicated way, "You can't do that, Mr. Akai."

Nothing can deter the FBI from putting an end to rumors!

The elevator made a crisp warning sound, and then slowly opened after a 'ding'.

As soon as the door opened, Akai Shuichi nodded to Ichijo Mirai, very calmly, "Well, I don't believe it."

I thank you again in advance, “Thank you.”

Before he finished speaking, he quickly walked out of the elevator.

Ichijou glanced at the elevator display screen, and suppressed the idea of ​​"why not think of a way to get the elevator down and deal with this guy" that popped up immediately in accordance with the principle of revenge on the spot, and followed him out as if nothing had happened. "You're welcome. Since we are both trapped by false rumors, we are also companions. I will definitely help."

"Don't worry, this false rumor will soon disappear from the FBI."

There will be new rumors to shatter it.

Just like the organization, from the first day of the formal operation, there will be no more false rumors such as "this police officer's son is very kind". Even if there are, they only exist in his own mouth.

He smiled back at Akai Shuichi who was talking and running very fast, "I can't guarantee how you disappeared, I can only say you're welcome."

The elevator went straight to the top few floors. The corridors here were obviously more exquisite than those on the first floor, with office lounges and meeting rooms arranged one after another. Directly opposite the elevator was a rest area. A dozen FBI agents were sitting on the sofa and talking. It seemed that they were discussing the case during breakfast time, or they might be taking the opportunity to eat breakfast while discussing the case.

It's just unfortunate that the case that the FBI is interested in is the airport incident.

Ichijou had sharp ears and heard some words like "that kid Akai", "the guy with green eyes", "annoying cat eyes", "white-haired bastard", etc.

……

"Wait," he slowed down his pace, stared at the system prompt in his field of vision, and asked slowly, "Let's put aside the things mentioned above, 'white-haired bastard', is he talking about me?"

First of all, how do New Yorkers blurt out this rather neon-y curse word?

Secondly, calling Akai Shuichi "Cat's Eye" is a cute and characteristic name, but calling him "White-haired bastard"?!

Finally: He is not white-haired, okay!
Blond hair! He dyed his hair blond!!!
It should be golden retriever!
Is this kind of trash talk that is obviously not in line with New York customs really not a hidden meaning? Isn't this the meaning of dyeing hair?
Ahead, Akai Shuichi noticed that the pace of the future slowed down, so he turned back and asked, "What's wrong?"

He turned his head again and followed a future line of sight to look at the sofa.

His hearing was still within the normal range, so he didn't hear the mosquito-like whispers, but he saw the FBI's expressions, who were obviously gossiping. He also saw the moment they looked at him, they immediately panicked and forced themselves to be calm. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "No job?"

The FBI agents immediately picked up their breakfast, wagged their tails with a humble smile, and dispersed.

There are thirteen in total.

One future carefully noted down their faces and made a note: find a way to fix it.

At least let them know what elegant platinum color is.

Akai Shuichi waited until the last FBI agent slipped out of sight, making sure that he would not be held accountable for disturbing the great savior before he spoke: "Our office is over here."

Their office is at the end of the corridor. It is quite large and is a collective office with workstations for about a dozen people.

At the very corner, a burly new FBI man who looked to be in his thirties sat silently in the corner. None of the FBIs paid much attention to the elevator. He was the first to discover Akai Shuichi and Ichijo Mirai. After discovering them, he stood up nervously like many new FBIs, opened his mouth and closed it several times before calling out the name, "Mr. Messiah,"

After a few seconds, he added, "Mr. Akai."

This kind of tension is like facing creditors during the Chinese New Year.

Although he didn't know when, where, or why he ended up in debt, as soon as he saw the future and received his silent gaze, Ida Kou immediately understood: the broad-minded savior classmate held a grudge.

That's it.

Idahang was like a debtor who suddenly appeared out of nowhere and owed 300 million yuan, while Yitiao Future was like a creditor who looked amiable and gentle but could actually swallow the debtor whole without spitting out the bones. He nodded and smiled, "Good morning."

Good morning, a bit many guys to keep on the memo today, what a great day.

^^
"...He was one of the first to report it," Akai Shuichi paused, looking away from the smiling face of Ichijo Mirai, and briefly introduced Date Kou, but he did not call out his last name or first name, nor did he tell Ichijo Mirai how to address him. He just mentioned it once and then seemed to have finished talking, and started talking about the second topic, "The information on the serial murder case has been delivered."

He found a thick folder on a desk. "The other party is a typical serial killer."

Typical is that: "All the dead have the same appearance."

Same facial features?

The moment he took over, Ichijo Future heard the system prompt: [Important *task 'Blond Killer' detected. ]

[Mission details: Blonde hair, a color he hated. Every time he saw it, he seemed to see the instigator who had caused him to fall into such an embarrassing situation and deserved to be cut into pieces. The flames of jealousy burned his heart and blinded his eyes. Only when the blonde died did he gain a brief moment of peace.]

【mission rewards:***】

[Ding! Please note that the mission rewards will affect the 'game' to a certain extent. ]

【Task Tip: Rum.】

(End of this chapter)