Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 362 My Great Lord

The corridor fell into silence again.

But it was no longer the silence as before where no one spoke but everyone seemed to be swearing, but a deathly silence.

The revolver was still hooked on the index finger of the future, dangling left and right, but it didn't fall to the ground, like a human heart that was lifted high and suspended in mid-air.

The old gentleman was stunned.

His mouth moved and his relaxed facial muscles twitched unconsciously a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Ichijo Mirai smiled at the old gentleman, and without looking back, he threw the revolver back to Akai Shuichi. He then reached out to grab the old gentleman's hanging cuffs, rummaged through them for a few seconds, pushed aside the smooth black fabric, pried open the fingers with loose skin, and pulled out a bullet. "What's wrong?"

He turned the bullet that was supposed to be in the revolver but was hidden by the old gentleman, sniffed it a few times, and handed it to Judy with disdain, "Aren't you going to take the test?"

"I passed."

Although he said it lightly, the old gentleman's face twitched again, "You..."

The fear that arises from hearing about a person's crazy past is different from the fear that arises from seeing a person's madness with your own eyes. The fear points are also different when facing an unstable bomb that can suddenly kill people on a whim and facing a madman who despises and does not care about his own life.

"I," Ichijo Future waited for a while, but nothing came out of him except the look in the madman's eyes, "What's wrong with me?"

Old people all have a smell of decay, but the old gentleman does not have that smell. It is completely suppressed by the strong smell of perfume, so strong that people who are not used to the smell of perfume will feel that they are stained with dirt. This is the future.

He patted the old gentleman's shoulder and wiped his hands without leaving a trace. He didn't even look at Judy and Akai Shuichi's reactions from beginning to end, pretending not to do anything shameless like throwing dirty things at his teammates. "Understand, taking turns shooting is such a waste of time. If you pretend to hesitate and delay time, you might waste more than half an hour. It's better to just shoot them all, bang bang bang. It will only take ten seconds at most."

"I noticed you took the bullet."

Not quite sure actually.

Before loading the bullet, Ichijo Mirai had not held the revolver and could not be sure of the weight of the revolver itself and the weight of the revolver with a bullet loaded.

The slight noise made by the old gentleman's movement could also be understood as him quietly moving the cylinder just in case.

And if he really didn't steal the bullets...

That's trouble.

The organization is quite kind and lovely. They would not let loyal, excellent and capable code members go without any reason. Of course, they would not really play this life-gambling game that relies purely on luck most of the time. The old gentleman would definitely find another reason to unfold a lot of plots in a long-winded way.

A future refusal.

Forget about the scenes that cannot be skipped, and of course you should skip the scenes that can be skipped. Thinking of this, he patted the old gentleman's other shoulder again, wiped his hands thoroughly, and tried to skip the scenes. "Okay, now that the explanation is done, you can say 'So that's it, I believe you, sir', and then let us go to the banquet."

"By the way, you know who I'm looking for," he turned around and looked at the corner at the end of the corridor, "Do you have any clues to tell me?"

"If you help others, you help yourself. If you can tell me some direct methods, I will find the person I am looking for and leave quickly. You can rest assured, right?"

Old gentleman: “…”

Yitiao Future still had the same relaxed and casual tone as before, and said gently: "Otherwise, I have to treat the club as my home and come back from time to time. If anything happens during this period, please be generous and tolerant of young people."

Old gentleman: “……!”

Is there any difference between a visit from 'Satan' and a visit from the Grim Reaper?

Yes, the Grim Reaper is not as professional as Satan, and wherever he goes, there are indiscriminate massacres.

After his expression changed again and again, the old gentleman lowered his head and said tactfully, "You have passed the test, sir."

He hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Akai Shuichi and Judy without being too obvious. Considering Ichijo Mirai's attitude, which did not seem to be concealed, he whispered again, "That gentleman said that since you are here for justice, Calvados has repeatedly committed horrific murders,"

"If you want to bring him to justice, you can."

It seems a bit redundant. When doing something in the future, one will not ask for anyone's opinion, nor will one get anyone's permission before doing it. But for a leader, this is a necessary statement.

The old gentleman obviously felt that if he didn't make this necessary statement, the gentleman would not be like a leader, but if he did, Yitiao might be unhappy in the future, so he took advantage of the situation and immediately went in and out and killed everyone, so he was hesitant in the first half of his speech and spoke very quickly in the second half.
"But, Rum..."

Ichijo Mirai narrowed his eyes.

"That gentleman said," the old gentleman lowered his voice and managed to utter a mosquito-like sound, "No."

"Calvados can be moved, but Rum can't," Ichijo Future repeated. He had put his hand down, but now he put his hand on the old gentleman's shoulder like a brother, and whispered to him, "Rum is his father?"

...W-what?
The old gentleman took a few seconds to react, questioned his hearing, processed the information, and responded with a long silence: "..."

Could you please not say such suffocating words out of the blue...

You said you are fine, but the person who heard it may be in trouble!
If that gentleman hears this, someone will really be in trouble!

Ichijou Future seemed unaware that the head facing him had turned green. He was still whispering, and was talking to his boss behind his back, "That must be it? He gives him power and protects him. He must be his son or his father, right?"

"He was so scared of me, and he repeatedly extended his hands to protect me when I was obviously targeting that guy. He tried so hard to protect me, so he must be his father, right?"

"Don't worry," he patted the old gentleman's shoulder, shook his head and sighed, "I won't publicize such a shameful thing, alas."

"Okay, thank you for answering my questions. Could you please tell that gentleman that I have heard his order? And by the way, tell him that I will clean up the mess for him, so he doesn't need to be too touched or thank me."

"Who makes me a kind-hearted person who can't bear to see others suffer?"

As he said that, Yi Tiao Wei let go of his hand and turned back to call the other two colleagues, "Let's go, this kind gentleman said that I have passed the assessment, we can go in and catch Calvados." He didn't even look at the old gentleman's colorful green face, and casually turned along the corridor. As he walked, he explained to his colleagues how kind the kind gentleman was. "I just asked, and Calvados's owner is also very kind. He allows us to catch people, but only Calvados, not others."

"Maybe it's because the other guy I wanted to catch was his father...Yes, Miss Judy, you looked back very well. The owner of Calvados is the man in the painting, and his father is Rum."

When she heard her name being called and saw that the old gentleman's face had turned from green to a desperate expression with green bubbles and black, Judy immediately turned her head back, which had been turned 30 degrees, and pretended not to hear any nonsense from the future.

The enemy is Rum, and to some extent, Akai Shuichi's eyelids twitched. "You, "

Are you serious?

Who is the 'Master of Calvados'? If we must talk about the master, there is only one master for all members of the organization, and that is the leader of the organization.

Even though Rum was related to his father's disappearance and was his enemy, and the leader of the organization was also his enemy, Shuichi Akai still wanted to ask: Are you serious?

This is an involuntary greeting from humans to non-human creatures.

He wanted to ask: Do you really want to say it out loud in front of the members of the organization? You just said "I won't tell anyone", the corridor was quiet, everyone heard some sporadic keywords, and now the members of the organization heard your loud crickets, it seems that they are suffocating and have a stroke on the spot...

Maybe the hanging heart finally died.

All of Ichijo's future colleagues were silent. He was used to this deafening silence that was as common to him as the air. He continued as if nothing had happened, "Since the host has agreed, we don't have to be polite. When we enter the banquet, we can just lift the hood of each person we meet. From beginning to end, we will always find the Calvados one."

The young man followed and pointed the way in a low voice: "Please go this way. This is the dressing room. Before entering the banquet, please be sure to wear clothes that cover your appearance to prevent anyone from offending you."

He then indirectly advised in a more silent voice, "The changing room is actually a shortcut that leads directly to the banquet."

In just a few moments, he had a deep understanding of the future and had foreseen what would happen in a moment: this gentleman would simply and roughly check all the guests like checking whether cats and dogs were sterilized, easily attract enough hatred, then overturn the table and leave with the unsterilized cats and dogs he found.

Although when faced with such a madman, even those born antisocial people who are different from normal people will instantly recognize his situation and know not to provoke him.

But what if there are a few people who don't know how to count and try to take revenge afterwards... Then this gentleman will not go back to the club to play while dealing with the ignorant guys...

It’s better not to do such desperate things, right?
Ichigo could see the young man's complex and subtle expression. He thought for a few seconds, and when he reached the fork in the road, he still followed. "Then change clothes first."

He gave the reason, "We are the FBI now. It would not be good if we were photographed with our hoods off. The headlines published in the newspapers might contain keywords like 'masses', 'multiple people', 'public', 'forced', etc...."

Since Furuya Rei, Mirai Ichijo has distrusted any blonde.

In response, Akai Shuichi: "..."

His eyebrows twitched silently a few times, and he could guess the subtle expression on Judy's face without turning his head: FBI? But what you did didn't seem FBI at all?
Because he thought so too.

The changing room is not big. It is a small room much smaller than an ordinary office. It is like a wardrobe that has been enlarged many times. It is almost full of black cloaks, hoods, masks, gloves, etc. of different styles.

Yi Tiao Future was too lazy to choose, so he took off his hood the moment he entered the dressing room, strode towards the exit of the dressing room, lifted the heavy curtain and walked into the banquet hall.

There were already quite a few people at the banquet, all dressed in the same black color.

They were in groups of two or three, some were talking, some were tasting wine, and some seemed to be in conflict and the atmosphere was not friendly.

Some people who were closer noticed that someone else had come in and turned to look, but most people didn't notice.

A line of sight from the future swept over the people gathered at the banquet, as well as the few people who were alone. He grabbed the person closest to him and lifted his hood. "Hello, sir. Excuse me, have you heard of our great Lord, 'Satan'?"

The man's hood was lifted unexpectedly, revealing the face of a middle-aged man wearing a one-third mask.

It was so sudden that he couldn't react immediately. He was stunned. He only reacted when he heard a question from the future. His body trembled instinctively: Who doesn't know 'Satan'?
Most Japanese are familiar with this terrifying title. All Tokyo residents are impressed by him, as are the New York FBI. Some criminals who have been active in New York and have dealt with the FBI for a long time are also left with a not-so-good impression of this title.

At this moment, someone grabbed Fate's neck and opened his hood. When he suddenly heard this name, his first reaction was of course to tremble with fear on his face. "You, you are..."

Having heard too many different kinds of hesitant words today, Ichijo Future was already impatient to listen. He let go of the criminal in his hand, scanned the movements of the entire place, and randomly grabbed the second lucky person who was closer, lifted his hood, and asked like a pyramid scheme: "Hi, hello, have you heard of the great Lord 'Satan'?"

As he approached, the second lucky person tried to dodge, but was still killed. He stuttered and said, "Wait..."

Ichijo Mirai grabbed the third person impatiently and said, "Have you heard of 'Satan'?"

When asking questions, he not only observed Lucky's expression, but also observed the body language of others.

Almost everyone was backing away and moving away as if they had encountered a madman, but there was only one person who did not move.

That man was one of the lone people, also wearing a black hood and covered in black cloth. He sat straight on the sofa, like a bride quietly waiting for the groom to lift her veil or a black ruler. Even the sudden incident did not shake him at all, but made him sit straighter.

Straight as a corpse.

A future that no longer picks the fourth lucky person, just move forward.

He did not grab the ruler's fate by the neck, nor did he lift the ruler's fate veil. He asked politely: "Hello, have you heard of the name of our great Lord 'Satan'?"

The ruler was still sitting upright, as if it was shaking, and then it seemed to be as stubborn as death, standing straight and stubborn.

A faint voice, as if about to die, came from under the black hood, "...I've heard of it."

Calvados lifted his hood. His face, which was not covered by the mask, was stiff. As a sniper, his hands were actually shaking. "Sir,"

He changed the name and looked like he wanted to laugh, but he failed to do so. He only managed to put on a happy expression as if he had drunk ten kilograms of coptis root. "My great Lord."

(End of this chapter)