Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 361 Did I Pass
Is it legal?
Is it really legal?
How could someone be so brazen as to say something like this?

Even Akai Shuichi, who knew the future to a certain extent, raised his eyebrows and showed a subtle expression at this moment.

He knew a future, knew that just listening to the cheerful tone of this kindly savior would prepare him for the day when the Messiah would shake everyone so deeply that they would call upon God from the bottom of their hearts.

…But that was not preparation for such brazen remarks.

...Even for New York, where lovers are very common, such self-righteous remarks are too much.

Yes, many people have lovers, even couples who seem to love each other may have lovers. The husband has a lover, the wife has a lover, and it may be the same lover. This may be an interesting story, passed on in tacit words and glances.

But at least they won't confidently say, "I am legal."

I will not confidently talk nonsense about two relationships that everyone knows are fake, and then make the shameless statement "I am legal".

People can't, at least they shouldn't.

The corridor fell into silence. Only the confident and self-righteous Future could speak. "No objection? Okay, thank you all for your silent approval. Every time I take legal action again, I will be grateful for your strong support."

...Do you really have to confuse right and wrong like this?!
Even in the inhuman field, this is too inhuman, right?
How can someone say such things shamelessly?

The silence was deafening, but Mirai Ichijo seemed oblivious. He looked at Akai Shuichi first and found that his eyebrows were raised but lowered, with a typical "Do you want to hear what you are saying?" expression.

After noticing a future looking over, Akai Shuichi relaxed his brows and adjusted his expression, then frowned again, silently conveying a message:
'Don't do it.'

Judy's face was a little blank, and she seemed to be struggling to process the information. She didn't even bother to lower her eyes and frown. She slowly blinked a few times before she slowly processed it. She looked at Yi Tiao Wei with a strange expression, unable to believe how he could say such hot words with a mouth that was 37 degrees Celsius.

The young man's expression was completely frozen.

Not only his expression, his entire body was frozen. He looked even more like a wooden man than Judy and the old gentleman before him. When he lowered his head, there seemed to be a series of 'clicking' sounds.

He lowered his head and went to ask the old gentleman for help.

The old gentleman was shaking.

Listening to words that were so absurd that they could make people laugh out loud, he was shaking, and his shaking was more obvious than before, which could be noticed by young people.

Ichijo Future wanted to laugh, but he sighed slowly: Oops, my bad performance has been discovered.

Leaving aside the others, Shuichi Akai and the old gentleman clearly smelled danger.

Forget about Shuichi Akai, after all he has come into contact with Ichijo Mirai, so it is normal for him to smell his scent after they are familiar with each other.

But what about the old gentleman?

Isn't he too obvious?
The painful and twisted look of an organization member facing "Satan" directly.

It was that gentleman who rang the bell of misfortune for him. 'Unfortunately, [Satan] ordered a playmate in the club. For justice, for love, for world peace, and for the stability of New York, you have to play well and be a challenging playmate. You can't just slide down on the spot and make him unhappy and not enjoy the game. So you have to be a troublemaker. Yes, I want you to die. Rest in peace for the world, Amen!' Or Vermouth?
Considering the portrait of a man at the end of the corridor and the fact that Vermouth did not mention that the "club is an organization", Ichijo Mirai guessed that it was that gentleman.

He stepped on everyone's blood pressure again, and casually explained why Akai Shuichi was here, "There's no other way. Even a legal husband-wife relationship has its own degree of closeness. My wife and I have been in a good relationship recently, and we are inseparable, so I brought my wife here, but,"

Judy's expression was blank.

Ichijo Mirai looked at her, then looked at Akai Shuichi, and raised an eyebrow in disdain, "Tsk, but he is jealous, and he secretly followed us here, hoping to win back my true love."

He told the truth, "He has superb skills in chasing people."

It can chase people all over New York, and it won't let go like a hound chasing a rabbit.

"Please don't get me wrong, he didn't come here for the club, but to win back my true love, right?"

Akai Shuichi was silent.

Everyone was silent, silently watching Ichijo Mirai who was talking nonsense, and silently watching Akai Shuichi who was talking nonsense.

Everyone could hear that Ichijo Mirai was talking nonsense, but they didn't dare to say anything. They could only look at Akai Shuichi silently and wait for him to speak.

Akai Shuichi said: "...Yes."

he said yes."

He spoke each word with pause.

The expectant gazes of the others immediately dispersed.

"Eh," Ichijo Mirai looked at Akai Shuichi strangely, surprised that he could still endure, so he tentatively spread his wings and said, "I can't help it. I still like my wife more. My husband is just interested in her temporarily. When he gets tired of playing, he is not interested anymore, so he ignores her."

"Alas, I didn't expect that he would follow me without saying a word. What a jealous man. Alas, it's all because he loves me too much. It's my fault for being too good."

He asked, "Really?"

whee.

Everyone's eyes turned to look at Shuichi Akai again, expectantly, hoping that he would slam the table and become the first person to be eaten alive by a crab called Mirai.

Akai Shuichi said, "...Yes."

what.

Ichigo looked over in surprise again and gave him a look of admiration: You are so patient!

He changed his target and asked the young people, "We are all the same, so we all understand, right?"

young people:"……"

Who is the same as you?

Akai Shuichi could have slammed the table, but he didn't. However, the young man didn't even have the chips to slam the table. If he dared to slam the table, he would die. He could only hold it in and respond vaguely, "Hmmmm."

No one in the court dared to refute, as none of them understood the fun of joking. Ichijo Mirai sighed and gently asked Lucky to play with him, "Okay, now, I say that Akai Shuichi is my jealous husband who followed me, not the FBI at work. Do you have any objection?"

I guess everyone has an opinion...

This time he couldn't just stammer and hesitate. The young man lowered his head and stared at the old gentleman's black suit pants, which were shaking noticeably. He took a few deep breaths and then stammered as he performed his duties, saying awkwardly, "Of course."

It was too awkward. After listening to the beginning, Yitiao Wei nodded with a smile, "Okay, that can't be helped."

I have explained it sincerely, but the enemy still won’t listen. What should I do?

There’s no other way, just start killing, hehe.

After killing these guys, go to the banquet, lift the veil and find where the lovely Calvados is.

He thought carelessly, nodded with a smile, and said very politely: "I'm sorry for being rude." The old gentleman suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man's wrist fiercely like lightning. He held it very tightly and said in a hurried voice, "Of course."

“It’s legal!”

He was even more determined than Ichijou. "Of course it's legal! Monogamy is legal!"

"I understand, I understand very well. My husband is jealous, and there is nothing you can do about it!"

"You are right!"

Urgent, very urgent, he was quite anxious.

A future: "..."

He was already casually thinking about whether to grab the gun next to the old gentleman or the gun of the staff behind him. His words of apology in advance were interrupted, and the look he gave the old gentleman subtly changed and became sharp: How shameless!
Actually agreed with him!
Isn't that too shameless?!
The shameless old gentleman was still talking. He apologized to Akai Shuichi first, "I'm very sorry. It was the club's inconsiderateness that offended you, sir's husband."

She apologized to Judy again, "I hope I didn't scare you, Mr.'s wife."

His desire to survive was strong and soaring.

The desire to survive did not rise out of thin air, but was transferred. Correspondingly, the desire to survive in the future decreased, "..."

Well, if you have something to say, can you please just talk nicely and not be so disgusting?
If you say it yourself, you are disgusting to others; if others say it, you are disgusting to yourself.

"Since one is your wife and the other is your husband," the old gentleman repeated the nonsense firmly, trying to swallow the thorn in his throat, "then there is no problem."

"You are a new member of the club. According to the rules, you need to be assessed when you attend the first party."

He looked at the young man.

The young man was speechless for a few seconds, and then he swallowed what he had just said, pretending to be professional and talking about business, "Russian Roulette."

"This test is a Russian roulette," he reached out and picked up the revolver on the table, opened the cylinder and revealed a bullet, "There are six cylinders in total, and only one bullet. Both parties take turns shooting at the head, a total of five rounds."

"If we die, or if no one dies after two and a half rounds with only the last shot left, then you have passed the test. If you are shot..."

Then you'll die.

The young man paused for a few seconds, then handed the revolver to the old gentleman, "The current top leader of the club will bet with you on the bullet."

The old gentleman held the revolver in his broad hand. He looked up, smiled at the future, and walked forward a few steps while holding the table. Then he picked up the revolver and moved the cylinder.

The magazine began to spin rapidly, and the bullet's trace quickly disappeared in the rapid rotation.

A normal person cannot identify where the bullet is in such a high-speed rotation. Ichijo Future is not a normal person, but he squinted his eyes: when he walked over, the old gentleman held the table with his left hand, and his right hand holding the gun hung down, blocked by the suit sleeve for a few seconds.

During those few seconds, if the cylinder rotates, it cannot be seen. There will only be the slight sound of the cylinder rotating hidden by walking, breathing and the friction of clothes.

A future heard it.

The old gentleman asked, "Sir, would you rather shoot first or shoot later?"

He raised his hand, and the revolver rested in his palm.

Ichijo Mirai took the pistol and looked into the muzzle. "Six rounds in total?"

It is very dangerous to point your eyes at the muzzle of a gun. It is even more dangerous to put your hand near the trigger while looking at the muzzle of the gun. There is a chance that the gun will go off accidentally. Judy moved her hands, not daring to touch the shoulder or hand of a future, and whispered, "Have you ever played Russian roulette?"

There is a trick to Russian roulette.

Of course, it is even more deadly.

Shuichi Akai on the side twitched his brows and slowly frowned: How could the assessment be a Russian roulette?
It shouldn't be Russian roulette.

The old gentleman's abnormality was too obvious. It was obvious that he knew a future and feared and respected a future.

Then it shouldn't be a life-threatening game like Russian roulette.

unless……

He opened his mouth and whispered: "Maybe..."

When Shuichi Akai just opened his mouth, Ichijo Mirai was still looking at the muzzle of the gun curiously, almost putting his eyes against it.

Before Akai Shuichi had finished saying half a sentence, he suddenly pulled the trigger.

The revolver made a dull click.

It's a blank bomb.

Akai Shuichi stopped abruptly.

Ichijo Mirai didn't pay much attention. His red eyes moved, and he moved closer to the gun and fired again.

The revolver clicked.

It's a blank bomb.

The young man hurriedly asked: "Wait, sir, why did you shoot twice? The rules of the game are..."

"Click".

The third shot was still a blank.

Judy's eyes widened a little, and she quickly reached for the gun, "Hey!"

She gripped the gun, and at the same time, the fourth shot rang out, "click".

A Future pushed her hand away and fired. "Crack."

He calmly pulled the trigger and fired the sixth shot.

The revolver made a sound, "click."

Six shots completed.

"Ah," Yitiao Weili let go of the gun handle and picked up the gun instead, "We're done, no more bullets,"

"Did I pass?"

(End of this chapter)