Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 363 Let Me Test You
Calvados was desperate.

When he learned, "Unfortunately, I have to inform you, Carl, no, the deceased, you are being targeted by [Satan]," he was very desperate. But when he learned, "Fortunately, the person in charge of the club was implicated. All the staff of the club and those who attended the banquet that day were drawing lots for the burial places. Whoever is lucky enough to win will be buried with you," he felt a little bit of the water ghost's sense of joy in misery and was not so desperate.

When he found that the club leader seemed to have received many instructions, such as "Don't be too flattering, [Satan] will be unhappy if he doesn't have fun", "But don't be too tough, your skull is really not hard", etc., while he only received a concise order of "Go and have fun, it's none of your business, you don't have to do anything, just wait to die as usual", he became desperate again.

He had heard from Vermouth a long time ago about the cruelty of 'Satan', and it was hard not to despair.

All this despair, which he had not actually faced, was not as intense as the despair he felt when he was really facing "Satan" at this moment. Calvados's brain went blank for a few seconds, and videos such as "massacre in residential area.jpg", "sniper in the street.jpg" and "FBI one-person survivor case" kept playing in his mind.

In the looping video, his raised head was frozen, staring straight into the future.

Ichigo was wearing a hood, with only part of his face showing from under the black cloth. The part that was revealed looked very young, younger than Calvados had expected.

He was so young that if this wasn't a club for criminals and he hadn't received the gentleman's order, he would have thought this was a high school prom.

The 'high school student' was laughing. He lifted his hood a little, revealing his young face more. His tone was relaxed and cheerful, as if he was inviting the woman he liked to dance. "So you've heard of it, good girl."

Then he asked, “Are you afraid of me?”

"It's ok for other people to be afraid of me, but how can you, a member of the organization, be afraid of me?" He raised his eyebrows helplessly, "We are the same kind."

"Have you heard some exaggerated rumors?"

...Who is the same as you!
Ninety-nine percent of criminals would find it both a compliment and an insult if someone said to them, 'Oh, you're pretty Satanic when you commit crimes.'

The praise is because everyone knows what Satan has done, and this kind of words is a recognition of one's own abilities. The insult is because even if one has killed people repeatedly, he cannot be compared with a guy like Satan, right?

Calvados felt that he was not as bad as Satan, who had no moral standards and killed people at random just because he suddenly thought of it without any fear of affecting innocent people. However, he did not dare to refute. Not only did he not dare to refute, but his face was a little stiff, and his throat was like it was filled with paste and it was difficult to speak. He could only force out a smile and replied awkwardly: "No, no."

Amid the incomprehensible whispers of the others, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard coming from the direction of the future.

Calvados was looking at the future, and out of the corner of his eye he saw two hooded people walking towards him. One of them was slender and obviously a woman. She walked very quickly, and her high heels made rapid, crisp sounds on the floor.

She hurriedly walked to the side of Yizhiwei, staring at the countless pairs of eyes looking at her, and gritted her teeth and whispered, "It's too noisy."

Who would just lift their hoods one by one?

The criminals saw that the situation was not good and ran away through other exits!

"you,"

Judy looked at Calvados and was shocked by his stiff expression and faint death. She reorganized her words several times before speaking, "Now that we have found the person, why don't we go somewhere else?"

She felt that Calvados looked familiar: Wasn’t this the FBI from not long ago?
It was the same expression as the old gentleman just now.

Calvados also thought Judy looked familiar: the look of wanting to speak but not wanting to speak again, wanting to close her eyes right there but having no choice but to control her, so she coaxed her in a low voice...

It seems that maybe there is a hint of "A new member of the organization has gone on a killing spree in a residential area. It has not yet been determined whether he is intentionally targeting the organization or just doing it casually. Is this guy a cow cat? No, I want to see" and "Oh no, he is really a cow cat" by Vermouth.

They faced each other in silence.

Akai Shuichi followed over and broke the silence, "Let's go to the changing room."

"I have already asked the young gentleman. He said that there are many exits in the lobby. They will control the number of people passing through each exit. Generally, no one will approach the exits that have been used recently for a certain period of time." He was very calm. "He said that he could help find a reason to explain why we suddenly appeared and took away a guest, and try to calm the guests down in the lobby."

Then wait for a future to decide whether to click on a few more lucky ones, and play for a while. ... The young people didn't say it explicitly, but those who understand will understand.

Shuichi Akai, who heard the first-hand words, understood, and Mirai, who heard the second-hand words, also understood. He thought for a few seconds, first looked at Judy, and found that she was a bit like the weak and helpless hostess who was dragged by a large dog while walking her dog. She was obviously in a state of anxiety, but she was determined to hold on to the rope. Then he looked at Shuichi Akai and found that he was like a male passerby who was dueling with a dog. He was obviously in a state of calm, solemn and ready to fight.

He thought about it for a few seconds and couldn't help but wonder: Is it that serious?

Why does it seem that most of the people he meets treat him in a similar way, as if if he accidentally misses someone, he will happily light a volcano and let everyone perish together...

Really good at judging people!

"Okay, don't worry, I'll listen to you," he let go of her hand, more cheerfully, and commanded with a helpless tone of 'I really can't do anything about you', "Take him to the changing room."

Judy quickly grabbed Calvados and pushed him towards the dressing room.

Calvados did not resist.

Even though the person holding him down was Judy, it was Vermouth who had clearly expressed interest in her and had looked at her with interest and smile for a while, taking away the little attention she had received from him.

He walked silently, looking at the future's relaxed and cheerful steps that were more in line with his youthful appearance. A hesitant thought flashed through his mind: The organization seemed to be developing...

Something special?

This is the secret of the organization, a secret that most of the codenamed members are unaware of. It was only because Calvados joined Vermouth and wagged its tail diligently that he vaguely knew that the organization seemed to be researching some magical things related to rejuvenation.

Before, he scoffed at this, not believing that there was such an unscientific thing in the world, nor did he believe that the organization was really researching it.

But now, he was a little shaken: according to the time, the current 'Satan' was as young as a high school student, so how old was he when he committed his first crime?
Even if someone is born with antisocial personality disorder, he or she would not be antisocial to the point of being "Satanic" when he or she is a teenager, right?

Saying that 'Satan' is a sociopath is an insult to sociopaths! Sociopaths are really not like that!
That won't...

As he stepped into the shadow of the dressing room, Calvados's rapid heartbeat seemed to skip a few beats: No, is there really such a thing as 'rejuvenation'?
Just as his mind was wandering for a moment, his face was patted.

Ichijo Future pulled down Calvados' hood and asked in confusion, "What are you thinking about?"

Why are your eyes lighting up?
"...I'm warning you," he refused to trust any foreigner and was very suspicious, "I won't play any unhealthy pornographic scenes with you, such as whipping, torture, swallowing guns, etc., not when there are multiple people, and even less when there are two of us."

He pushed Calvados into a chair and added, "This is not torturing you, don't feel good yet."

If he had heard such a light-hearted and humorous joke to lighten the atmosphere at other times, Calvados would have laughed, and maybe even joked back, but now, he couldn't really laugh.

Judy couldn't laugh either. She stared at Yi Yi Future as if she was facing a great enemy, trying to stop him in time if he did something shocking and mind-boggling.

Akai Shuichi, on the other hand, looked at Ichijou a few more times, and thought for a few seconds: He had emphasized similar things as a joke more than once or twice, and he seemed to be a little bit...

As his thoughts turned, he heard a question from the future that was suddenly so gentle, like asking a dead person.

Not asking about the case, not asking about 'Satan', but asking:
"By the way, what was Rum's escape route after the second case of 'Satan'?"

"I'm going to test you. Answer within three minutes. No Baidu allowed."

(End of this chapter)