Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 355 Wait
Idahang was hesitating.

Ever since Yi Tiao Wei finished reading the case materials and left, he has been hesitating, and even seemed absent-minded when reading the thick case materials.

In fact, this hesitation was like a storm brewing from the moment he saw a future in the conference room.

Confusion, surprise, joy and puzzlement surged in his mind with one question after another: A future?
How could it be a future? How could it be a future?
Wasn't he already dead? It turns out he wasn't dead, but had changed his identity and infiltrated the FBI?
Why did he fake his death? Was it the police's decision or his own?

Why let him go undercover?

With his future abilities, if he hadn't gone undercover, he would have become a world-famous shining police star in Japan.

He is absolutely not suitable for being an undercover agent hiding his identity. Asking a police officer like him to be an undercover agent would undoubtedly be a waste of time.

What were the police thinking?
Other questions might take a few pauses in the dense stream of questions before being answered slowly, but the moment this question popped up, Ida Hang knew the answer.

From the attitudes of the instructors and the repeated subtle drills, the answer was so clear that even if one closed one's eyes, a glaring afterimage would remain on the retina.

So, the question that follows this quick answer, like a bucket of cold water, is: It is obvious what the police are thinking, but what does the future think?
What was he thinking when he agreed to fake his nominal identity's death, change his name, give up his firm goal, and go undercover in the FBI?
Will you be disappointed with the police?

This question is asking Ida Hang, not only about the future, but also about himself.

As he disguised himself and others' coffee cups, pretending to go to the tea room, he seemed to feel that with every step he took, the ground was vibrating in a subtle resonance with the soles of his shoes.

In a secluded corridor that was not in the same direction as the pantry, he found a future.

Yi Tiao Wei Li was on the phone. He was standing almost at the end of the corridor, his shoulders and back against the white wall, one leg slightly bent and relaxed. He held the phone in one hand and with the other hand he was playing with the string of his sweatshirt at the lapel out of boredom, letting the black string wrap around his fingers again and again, eventually becoming a tangled mess.

He is laughing.

Ida Hang heard his cheerful and sunny voice, "Why don't you answer? I'm so distressed. Do you have any idea?"

"So familiar, so familiar, my head itches, oh no, my brain is going to grow out."

"Still not talking?"

[Are you sure you want to remain silent during your precious last words? ]

Without even having time to think, Yi Dahang finished the translation.

He subconsciously took a small step back.

Not far away, a future man suddenly turned his head and looked over. His eyes were fixed on the ground, on the small step that Yi Dahang took back. His deep red pupils stood up in confusion for a few seconds. "Hey, why are you here?"

"…Why did you retreat?"

Don't you understand?
Idahang looked at the phone in the future's hand, raised the three or four coffee cups in his hand, and answered in a proper manner according to his character setting: "Uh, I'm going to get some coffee. I want to ask Mr. Messiah if you need any coffee?"

Ichijo Future moved the phone away for a few seconds, generously giving Vermouth more time to say his last words, "Just use a disposable paper cup to catch it for me, thank you."

He smiled, "'Ashe'."

The smile was so brilliant and the tone so sunny and cheerful, even brighter than when the female ghost questioned Vermouth just now.

Ida Hang almost lost his grip on the cup. "W-what?"

"Your name is 'Ida Shigeru', right? The name Ida has a special meaning to me. One of my close friends has the same last name as Ida. So I can't really call you by your last name, so I can only call you by your first name, 'Shigeru'," Ichijo Mirai explained kindly, and then asked gently, "What, do you have any objections?"

The first half of the sentence is very good. Ignoring Yitiao's future personality, just judging from the literal meaning and tone, it sounds lively and cheerful. The second half is not pretentious.

He said: "It's uncomfortable, right? It's okay to feel uncomfortable, it's fun, haha."

"..." Yi Dahang looked at the phone that was on the line in the future again and could only say, "Okay."

"That,"

The person on the other end of the line might be someone from the FBI, so there were some things that were obviously off the table. He hesitated and said, "Then I'll go get some water?"

Yi Tiao Wei nodded, watching Yi Dahang come hesitantly and leave hesitantly.

The phone, which had been so quiet as if it were dead, finally rang. "Do you actually have feelings for your so-called classmate?"

Vermouth was surprised, "This is a little beyond my expectations."

Some of the surprise was genuine.

Although Yitiao Future is obviously a madman who likes to play with people, they are divided into different levels. Some can only be disposable toys, while others are relatively long-term sustainable toys.

Many people who die with their eyes open are the former, and Vermouth is the latter.

Date Kou also belongs to the latter, which means that the friendship between Ichijo Mirai and his classmates is actually somewhat genuine.

Some of the surprise was fake and was just a means of changing the subject.

Yitiao Future heard it, but was very tolerant of sustainable toys, "Is it unexpected? It's okay. To me, you are all the same."

He said seriously: "You are all my private property."

How come the NPCs in the game are not considered the private property of the players? They all belong to the players!

How can memory not be the private property of the rememberer? Of course it is.

Belmode: "..."

This is a very promising future.

She opened her mouth reluctantly, and opened it again, and found that she wanted to refute this captive statement loudly, but her heart was alert and reminded that if she refuted it, she would be held accountable. After being tongue-tied several times, she could only change the subject, "Then how do you plan to explain the undercover matter to him?"

When talking about this event which was a blessing from heaven for Gin but a bolt from the blue for her, she was still a little hesitant, "Did the police really not find out that you were a member of the organization?"

When the police asked Yi Tiao to go undercover, did they think, "Hey, there's a black guy infiltrating our team, oops, kick him out!", or did they simply think, "The temple is too small to accommodate the big Buddha, please move on and go and harm my father"?

"No need to explain," said a future casually, "he can figure out the answer himself." "He probably hasn't discovered it,"

He thought about Matsumoto Kiyonaga and Kudo Yusaku and emphasized, "Should,"

"If they find out that I'm 'Satan', even if the Japanese police are useless, they won't pretend not to know and send me away, right? They probably don't know."

Then he changed the subject, "Do you want to know what I was thinking when I first saw you?"

Vermouth was alert, "What?"

"'You are a member of an organization that is incompatible with Gin,'" said Ichijo Mirai. "No one would believe you if you said you were Gin's subordinate."

Does Gin seem to appreciate women's looks, pick out the best among them, and push her to become a star that everyone pays attention to, so that she can get close to high-level confidential people?

No.

He is more like the kind of person who, when seeing a pretty star on the street, would think, "Will fans flock to the area? That would affect the business, which would be troublesome."

"Do you know how incompatible you two are?" Ichijo Future thought for a moment and gave an example, "As incompatible as when you told me 'Calvados is Rum's subordinate', it was so humorous that it made me want to laugh."

It's so funny, how could Rum's men be so capable!

Unless there are special circumstances, who would be willing to work under a loser with their nose held high?

Belmode: "..."

Well, it’s not to the point of using rum as an example, right?

Blame it on insulting her.

"So," asked Ichijo Mirai, "what is their relationship?"

Huh?
"You seem to be very concerned about this case," Vermouth smelled a subtle scent.

Or rum?

He didn't even settle the score! He held her tail with his paw but didn't play with it. Instead, he gave her a few shallow arches and then let her go. This is not a good future!
A neurotic cow cat whose future should be one in which he has no tail but invents one, and becomes even more arrogant when he finds a tail!

"Well, I care about this case," Ichijo Mirai admitted frankly, "Is the blond killer coming for you? No, it's clearly aimed at me."

He said confidently, "I was so kind and generous to let him go, but not only was he not grateful, he even held a grudge against me. Was he being disrespectful to me? No, he was being disrespectful to that gentleman!"

"I plan to teach him a lesson on behalf of that gentleman. Don't worry, it's just a small lesson. It won't cause the organization to lose precious code members."

really?I do not believe.

Vermouth complained inwardly, thought for a few seconds, and spoke again: "Calvados is mine."

"He passed through New York when he was escaping in a panic. He was in such a hurry that he didn't make any arrangements. He didn't dare go back to his old place, fearing that he would see you as soon as he opened the door. So he planned to go somewhere else. When he was in New York, he asked me to borrow someone, so I gave him Calvados."

"When you were looking through the case files, you saw some unusual cases where the murderer had arranged the bodies of the deceased. They were all young women with blond hair," she said. "Maybe Calvados remembered me."

When she explained this, her tone was quite casual, "He was so angry that he didn't dare to attack me, so he could only use some small tricks to vent his anger. He was just a coward."

"You don't dare to hate me, and you try your best to find reasons to vent your anger on me, but you don't dare to really attack me. What else can this person be but a good-for-nothing loser?"

"But that gentleman likes him very much. If you want to deal with him..."

After thinking for a few seconds, and thinking for a few more seconds, with the idea that 'no one wants to offend Ichijou Future, even that gentleman', Vermouth thought: "Don't die?"

Her request was very low, "Just don't die."

"Although Rum is a waste, he means something different to that gentleman. He grew up in the organization and his parents have made great contributions. That gentleman treated him well, partly because he wanted to set an example, and also,"

"He's young."

Compared to a centenarian, Rum is of course a strong young man. When the leader is an old man with a rotten smell, and the second-in-command is very young...

That's a bit subtle.

The mysterious nature of the organization adds to the subtlety. Neither ordinary members nor codenamed members know the leader, they only obey orders from the phone.

In a sense, even if the leader changed, they would not be aware of it.

Vermouth repeated with a smile, "Just don't die."

"Even important code members are killed. Even if people in the organization already know the great reputation of 'Satan', they will be afraid."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, ok, ok," Ichijo Future made a solemn promise and then asked the key point, "Where is Calvados now?"

"Don't worry, I'll just ask, not look for him."

really?
The dog shook his head after hearing this...

Vermouth was silent, and reluctantly spoke, "You are in New York, Rum must be very cautious and will increase the supervision of Calvados to prevent you from following the clues and knocking on the door."

He is very scared.

So: “I can’t get in touch with Calvados right now.”

"But I know a club he frequents," she said before triggering her ghost mode again. "Also, Judy is in the same group with you, right?"

"Calvados knows that she is pursuing me, and she is blonde, so maybe..."

"Can you wait for the second notice?"

(End of this chapter)