Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 357...Okay

It is easy to become friends with criminals.

You just need to gently knock on the other person's heart and walk into him with enthusiasm and cheerfulness, then the criminal will show a very happy smile and take some time to accept his fate.

It is also easy to kill criminals.

All you need to do is move your finger to pull the trigger, kindly feed some medicine, enthusiastically help the other person fulfill his or her simple wish to fly 15 meters high, and so on.

But it is not easy to catch the criminal.

First, the criminals themselves will protest, second, the criminals' possible underworld forces will protest, and finally, the FBI will protest.

The person was arrested in the morning and the call came in the afternoon.

When the FBI executives called to question Shuichi Akai, he and Mirai Ichijo were interrogating the thirteenth criminal they had caught that day in the interrogation room.

Ichijo Future was quite polite, having already drawn the fifth doodle on the confession book, and nonchalantly responded to the criminal's various excuses with "Oh, and then, but xx said you were a criminal of xxx, and the club didn't invite me. Are you behind it?"

The criminal was calm at the beginning, saying "You have no evidence, I won't speak until my lawyer comes", then he couldn't hold back, saying "Who is xx? I don't know him, sir, please don't talk nonsense", then he was puzzled and shocked, "Did you arrest more than a dozen people, each of them confessed to a criminal and bought themselves out of the interrogation room and into prison in this continuous chain?", and finally he collapsed, saying "Can you say it in another way?!"

This is not an interrogation, it is torturing the criminal, but it has a futuristic character.

Akai Hideya glanced at a doodle by Mirai on the paper, and the notes on the edge of the doodle, "What to eat tonight?", "Can't the ceiling light in the interrogation room be changed? It makes the criminal's already sparse brown hair look even sparser. The reflection on his bald head makes me want to laugh. I laugh so hard that I'm not sleepy anymore!", "You're right, but a bald man running at such a high speed should enter the UK!" and so on.

He was silent for a few seconds before he spoke: "Our large-scale arrests of criminals have attracted attention. I'm going out to answer the phone."

Without even looking up, Yitiao Future casually used a ballpoint pen to scribble one round English word after another and a dragging mark at the end of a sentence, mocking the bald man for shaking his head in pain and losing dozens of hairs at a time, and casually replied, "Oh, bye."

And in line with the principle of "now you're here, now you've opened your mouth", I interrogated the criminal, "You really didn't cricket me? But Peter swore to me that the club didn't invite me because you cricketed me behind my back and said a lot of bad things about me to the owner of the club."

The tortured bald criminal: "..."

"I have never seen the owner of the club!" He collapsed. "I said that when I just explained it! The club adheres to mysticism. We all wear masks when attending parties. It is almost impossible to recognize other companions, let alone the club owner who has never shown his face!"

"I confessed it at the beginning!"

"You didn't even listen to me!!"

"Ah, don't get excited." Ichijo Mirai looked up at him, showing an expression of disdain for the jumping rat. "Yeah, yeah, this is the situation. I already know it."

He lowered his head again and sketched the shape of the bald man's head. He was distracted and wondered whether he had dinner with his colleague or sneaked out to eat alone. He continued to talk casually, "Did you really not cricket me? You can prove that your Peter said the club didn't invite me..."

He has said this sentence hundreds of times in different ways, from the moment the criminal entered the interrogation room to the criminal's collapse, to the criminal pulling his hair in excitement.

Now listen again, the criminal starts banging his head against the table.

The knock on the door made Akai Shuichi, who was on the phone, turn around and answer the other end of the phone a little late, "... No, we didn't use lynching."

A future gave up drawing on the shaking table and raised his hand in agreement, "Yes, we didn't resort to lynching."

"You can prohibit the FBI from lynching people, but you can't prohibit criminals from lynching people on their own initiative."

Amid the sound of the criminal's collapse that he didn't need to hear at all, he heard the voice on the other end of the phone. It was a man who sounded quite old, asking in an accented tone what Akai Shuichi was doing recently. Wasn't he in charge of the 'Blond Killer' case? Why did he receive so many reports of nuisance?

Of course, 'disturbing people' is a respectable term after translation.

To put it bluntly: How come you, who are in a different camp from me but give me a large sum of US dollars every month and serve me very comfortably, made my half-brother and spiritual friend so angry that he actually flooded the screen with complaints?
Compared to the questions that were veiled in questioning and asking, Shuichi Akai answered very appropriately and told the truth: Yes, they were in charge of the case of the 'Blond Killer', but while looking for clues, a criminal passed by Ichijo Mirai, and because he glanced at them with disdain, he was caught on the spot and taken to the interrogation room and asked if he had any resentment and could speak frankly.

He didn't actually say it too bluntly, but the meaning is obvious: every dog ​​that passes by will be slapped, so everyone should just be patient. Anyway, he has no way to deal with the future. You can only watch him pick up a dog from the east and then another dog from the west. Presumably, the dog owner and you are also helpless, otherwise they would not just make a phone call.

So, everyone just have to be patient!
If you endure for a moment, you will have peace; if you take a step back, you will have a broad horizon. Although the dog owner lost his subordinates, he also lost his dignity. Thinking in this way, aren’t his subordinates very unimportant?
As he listened, Ichijo Mirai looked over and stared at Akai Shuichi, clarifying himself, "I'm not at the point where I have to slap any dog ​​that passes by. It was this criminal who first gossiped about me and whispered in the club owner's ear to make the club ignore me."

He is the victim.

He sighed sadly, as if it was a serious matter, "I was bullied."

criminal:"……"

Doesn't this mean that you haven't listened to the explanation at all?

He banged his head on the table even more frustrated and fell silent.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

A few seconds later, Akai Shuichi came back and sat down again, holding the hung up phone. He looked down at the snow-like fallen hair that Future had added to the confession book without changing his expression. After a pause, he said, "OK, the interrogation continues."

A Future immediately spoke up, repeating the nonsense that was almost engraved in his DNA, "But Peter said you were talking about me behind my back. He said he heard you talking to the owner of the club..."

Amid the criminal's sudden and violent banging of the table, the phone rang, interrupting this long torture.

This time it wasn’t Shuichi Akai’s phone that rang, but a new phone from the future.

He took it out and took a look at it, glancing at the strange caller displayed on the screen, and answered it nonchalantly, "Hello, it's on the repeater. Please give a brief report if you have anything to say."

A gentleman-sounding but older voice came over the phone, "Hello, Mr. Messiah."

Unlike the criminal who collapsed and kowtowed, this gentleman sounded very cultured, and even the tone of his voice was somewhat different from that of a normal person, like a European aristocrat.

"Yes, I am fine," Ichijou smiled, "brief, sir,"

"I hate nonsense like 'Are you there?' or 'So you are here'." The old gentleman paused for a few seconds before continuing, "I'm here because of your large-scale arrests in recent days."

He stopped talking nonsense, ignored all embellishments, and asked directly: "What do you want, Mr. Messiah?"

This is a smart man. Ichijo's smile became wider and his tone became cheerful. He said the truth, "You bully me."

The phone was silent.

After nearly ten seconds of silence, the old gentleman slowly asked, "...What?"

"You bullied me," Ichijo Future repeated, and then explained respectfully, "I've heard of the club's reputation. Many notorious criminals are members of the club. Those who join the club are not necessarily very powerful criminals, but those who don't join the club are definitely not very powerful criminals."

"But you didn't invite me."

He repeated: "You are isolating and bullying me."

The phone was silent again.

This time the silence lasted even longer, so long that the person on the other end seemed to be mute and was reinstalling the language system.

"Mr. Messiah," the old gentleman finally spoke, his tone and words barely maintaining respect, "The first purpose of the club is to hunt elegantly. Every member of the club is a hunter like a wolf. When hunting, they are like a breeze blowing through the grass, sneaking to the edge of the prey silently and giving the prey a fatal blow with their fangs."

"The second theme is the patience of a spider or a viper. In order to wait for the right prey, they can be as patient as a spider or a viper, 'not eating or drinking for several days and not moving.'"

what.

Ichijou thought for a few seconds and asked curiously, "Isn't this me?"

The phone was silent again.

The sound of the criminal collapsing and kowtowing also stopped.

There was only freezing silence in the interrogation room.

"What's wrong?" Ichijo Mirai looked left at Akai Shuichi who looked away, and right at the criminal who looked up, and asked the old gentleman righteously, "You are describing me exactly!"

"So why isolate and bully me?"

The phone was silent for a long time.

"You... lurk... patiently... race..."

The old gentleman was speechless, and hesitated several times, and could only reluctantly say a few key words, "..."

"Yes," Yi Tiao Wei's tone was very happy, "When I was racing, I was like the wind passing through New York, giving the FBI a blow. When I was waiting for your call, I was like a poisonous snake lying quietly in the grass and patiently waiting for you to call. I would never let go until you reflected on the fact that it was wrong to use your unique culture to deal with me."

"Aren't those adjectives you mentioned exactly about me? It should be me."

Old gentleman: “…”

Some people act stupid in a way that makes people endearing, while some people act crazy and stupid and make people's blood pressure soar and temporarily lose their ability to speak.

He was about to speak but stopped, and then he opened and closed his mouth again and again, "...Okay."

"Okay, Mr. Messiah," he put away his phone and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry that I accidentally bullied you."

"Please believe that this is not our intention."

Once you say something without any shame, the rest will be easier to say. "I'll send you an invitation to join the club later."

"However, according to the regulations, each candidate member needs to undergo an assessment when receiving the invitation letter and attending the welcome ceremony. This is a necessary procedure. Please forgive me."

A future: "Okay."

He asked with interest, "Is everyone from the club present at the orientation ceremony?"

As excited as picking vegetables in the market.

The old gentleman was silent again.

After a few seconds of silence, he answered reluctantly, "Most of the members will come."

"Except for a few who are not in New York, or have no recent schedule... or are unfortunately arrested and imprisoned, most club members will attend."

"Oh," Yitiao Wei agreed. He thought for a moment and then decisively reassured the old gentleman, "Don't worry, I will..."

"Don't let any of them go!"

"Don't worry. It's my responsibility as a newcomer to the club to screen out useless guys. You are the second organization that has enthusiastically invited me to join. I cherish you very much."

The first is organization.

The police academy and the FBI were both reluctant to be forced to stay in the future.

After the organization, he was finally recognized by someone else. He was very happy and felt that the old gentleman must be very happy too.

The old gentleman said happily: "...Okay."

(End of this chapter)