Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 368 Midnight Dream Return
The night fell heavily, like a piece of black silk, illuminated by the neon lights of the city, turning into a colorful black.

The gentleman was like a spider lying quietly in the center of its web, lurking quietly in the colorful darkness and entering a temporary rest period.

People are different. Some like to live in wooden houses with a more natural feel, while others prefer simple and clean modern houses. As the leader of an illegal organization, the gentleman naturally has his own living preferences.

This residential preference is composed of 'needs of criminals', 'needs of leaders', 'hobbies' and a little bit of insignificant 'taboos'.

For example, residential areas with a relatively dense population are suitable for people to knock on doors and kill people one by one; wide squares with a wide field of vision are extremely suitable for sniping; and embassies.

The above are all places that gentleman would never choose to live.

Of course, this is not to indirectly criticize the great savior, but just to consider a little bit of "leader's needs".

The leader is also a human being, and his most basic need is of course to stay alive...

If the gentleman didn't think so, he wouldn't say it directly, and no one else would dare to say it either. The only tacit consensus among them was that the cricket was dead. He said calmly, "Rum is not dead."

"Ma,"

"Marc didn't kill him."

——Yes, he does not think that 'living in residential areas, squares and embassies are likely to open the door to a bright future' is the great savior of crickets, because he is now openly and honestly, and the ones who are named are crickets.

Although he inevitably paused when speaking of a future code name because of the sad things he mentioned, he did bravely point out the names.

The person he was talking to was Vermouth.

The light screen of the call floated in the air like a computer screen. Vermouth's expression changed slightly, and she was very surprised. She repeated the important news sent by the gentleman in segments: "Rum, he came to my house, but he didn't die?"

Compared to that gentleman, she was much more elegant and reserved. She didn't even mention the code name that seemed to remind the gentleman "Hehe, you brought this trouble upon yourself, you have to bear the consequences yourself" every time she called him that. She just called him "him".

The tone didn't sound like he was saying that the two members of the organization had met. Instead, it sounded as if he was saying that Rum would have to go to a narrow, closed, and foodless basement with Tiger to practice hard for half a month with nothing in his hands.

Practicing with tigers...

Although he was surprised, he also felt that the unexpected was reasonable. After all, nothing Tiger did was strange, and it was okay to let Rum voluntarily play with him. There were so many people with divine gold in the world anyway, so what was the harm in having one more Rum?

At worst, I can just get into the tiger's stomach and fill my dear tiger's stomach.

But the 'tiger' didn't eat him!

This makes people worry and toss and turn: Does Tiger have a bad appetite recently? Is he picky because he thinks the rum meat is too sticky? Or is he too full and temporarily satisfied? If he doesn't eat rum, will he stroll out to the street and eat a full meal casually? !
At this moment, Vermouth was like a shining light of the police, holding a diamond heart that was forged quickly in a short period of time, and she was deeply worried about the world peace and the future of the organization.

The gentleman responded in the affirmative, “Yes.”

The lights in the room were off. Only the call screen and some medical equipment were on, making his expression dim and unpredictable.

"Rum submitted a report to me three hours after he survived safely," he said calmly, "The report stated..."

After another pause, the calm leader spoke out a future code in a calm tone, "Marc found him and asked him if he had any opinions about him, why he fled in a hurry after completing the mission with him, and whether he was isolating and bullying him."

Probably every time a code name is read, a leader's heart is broken.

Vermouth still pretended not to notice this, and nodded as she listened, commenting pertinently: "It sounds like what he said."

This does sound like nonsense coming from the mouth of the future, and behind this kind of put-the-blame nonsense, it can do whatever it wants.

This time, he didn't do whatever he wanted?

"Rum said he ran away because he was being chased,"

The gentleman indifferently recounted the contents of Rum's several thousand-word essay: 'Why are you running?', 'Why are you chasing me?', 'If you run, of course I will chase you!', 'If you chase me, of course I will run!', 'If I don't chase you, you won't run?', 'Yes, I won't run if you don't chase me'.

Then they shook hands and made peace.

Belmode: "..."

The uncertainty in her heart had quickly turned into certainty. "He and Rum have reached a consensus."

Anyway, it is impossible to be as Rum said.

A future cannot be so reasonable!

Of course, it's hard to say this. Even if the great savior is not here, Vermouth has a subtle feeling of "Don't think I'm not here, I'm always here!"

What if you find a real savior of the abyss staring at you in the black trash can when you throw away the garbage?
She used the language technique very cleverly, "There's no way Rum could be so calm in front of him."

Not to mention the logical rebuttal, I guess he was constantly sending out "help me!" and "I need help!" signals.

And: "What they can agree on..."

The reason why a mouse that wants to give up the opportunity to step out of the door with his left foot is that there must be a target that he is more interested in.

What will it be?
not……

Vermouth was not stingy with her imagination and vigilance when it came to the future. Almost at the moment when this thought came to her mind, her heart skipped a beat: No, could it be that they were targeting the leader? !
That gentleman's position is confidential.

Be it Vermouth, a confidant who has a special relationship with that gentleman, Gin, an excellent cadre who is smart and capable, or Rum, a second-generation gangster who makes the organization feel at ease, none of them know the location of that gentleman.

If they were not contacted, they would not know even if something happened to the gentleman.

Only some members of the organization who cannot speak, who can barely be considered alive and consumables, know about it.

After all, that gentleman needs someone to take care of him.

Logically speaking, it would be difficult for Ichijo to find that gentleman in the future, even if he had an affair with Rum and committed the crime of defiling the harem. But...

There was no time to comfort herself that the gentleman's real-time location would not be discovered. The next second, Vermouth began to think urgently: Where is Ichijou Mirai now?
At the gentleman's door? On the gentleman's chair? Under the bed? In the quilt? In the trash can? Squatting and dialing data in the instrument like counting money in an ATM? !
In comparison, that gentleman was exceptionally calm.

He was so calm that he seemed to exude a faint smell of death. He sat quietly on the bed, his face illuminated by the green light of the machine.

There are many machines beside the bed, and various instruments are placed there like in the intensive care unit. Some instruments are turned on, while others are temporarily turned off.

At this moment, the bell on the wall automatically lit up, emitting a faint light, just enough to illuminate the empty infusion bottle.

This is an automatic reminder.

The gentleman who was about to speak glanced up, swallowed the tasteless words of comfort, and responded briefly, "Yeah."

The door opened and someone walked in.

Judging from his figure, he was a young man with a straight back and head lowered, as if he was looking at his nose with his ears and his heart with his nose.

Although the room was extremely dim and he had his head down so that he could only see a small patch of darkness under his feet, he walked quietly and briskly to the bedside as if he could see everything and changed the infusion bottle silently.

This kind of organization members are like disposable items. The gentleman does not allow anyone to know his physical condition. Every time he changes his residence, he will deal with the previous batch of servants. So he should be cautious in front of them. Vermouth only glanced at them hastily, and warily thought, "Is this not a future? !" Irrational thoughts came up, and he said with some embarrassment, "Then,"

If you are targeted by a future, you might be finished!

How can you be so calm, Chief? Get up! Wake up! Don't faint! Get up and save yourself!
That guy is the one you praised so much that you wanted to bring him into the organization!
You don't even have a way to check and balance it, right? !
“After all, he has just joined the organization and doesn’t know much about some things yet,” Vermouth first saved the gentleman’s face, then concentrated and frowned, pondered for a few seconds, and bravely asked, “There are not many things he cares about, but he seems to care more about the death of his parents…”

If we really want to grasp the future, can we start with this matter?
That gentleman can't be in control of it... Then he forced a future into the organization...

After the infusion bottle was replaced, the member of the organization went to check the temporarily shut down ECG monitor, calculating the shutdown time and considering whether to turn it on. The gentleman took a look and said lightly: "Marc is a lunatic."

A madman, of course, cannot be measured by common sense, and is even less controllable.

Trying to control a madman is like walking a tightrope.

Of course, that gentleman would be willing to leave if he could. After all, a dumb person would eat bitter herbs. After eating this outstanding and capable member of the organization, how could he spit it out?
I laughed so hard that I couldn't even vomit.

There's no way to leave.

The case of a couple's death is quite sensitive. One slight mistake could implicate the organization. Who knows if this madman will suddenly come up with the idea of ​​"the weather is getting cold, let the organization be buried with it"?

Fabricating "inside information" that has nothing to do with the organization and will only divert the fire is as dangerous as walking into a tiger's mouth with empty hands.

If Yi Tiao is just a little bit stupider in the future, the organization will have a way to deal with him. Will they still be shocked, angry and speechless?

He is not stupid and will not be fooled by ordinary measurements. Of course, that gentleman does not want to fabricate something and provoke the sudden madness of "Since we are here, let's kill the organization."

As long as a person is powerful enough, shameless enough, and crazy enough, 99.9% of the people in the world will be at a loss and have to try their luck in the lottery to see if they will die.

That gentleman really doesn't have much of a solution.

Not really.

He also has a trick: Medicine A.

But the trick is not omnipotent, and can probably only be used once. If you use it more than once, it will lead to "You're so annoying, forget it, just kill me."

The ultimate move can only be used once, but a future go crazy will definitely be more than once. What will you do next time if you use it this time?
So he didn't say anything until they had no choice, and neither did Vermouth.

At this time, hearing the implication of "there is nothing we can do, he is a lunatic", Vermouth said tentatively: "Then we can only find an opportunity to see if we can completely divert his interest in you."

In fact, there is a simpler way: make Yi Tiao Weilai suffer completely so that he will never dare to harm that gentleman again.

...But if the organization really had this ability, it would have kicked this guy out long ago.

Not to mention this impossible method, even 'how to make Ichijou not interested in the leader' is quite difficult.

It is easier to put a 'temporarily' in front of it. The gentleman said slowly: "Marc is interested in rum."

Throwing a banana peel out can delay time, let alone rum?
This time, Rum threw the chief away to divert the attention of the great savior. I believe that next time, he will be willing to sacrifice his insignificant life for the chief.

As he thought about this, his thoughts suddenly stopped and he realized something very subtly wrong: the member of the organization who changed the infusion bottle had not left yet.

……

The gentleman sat on the bed, looking at the call screen, breathing steadily, his face reflected in a layer of green light, his expression calm, his words clear, his voice steady, as if he was unaware of the crisis, "By the way..."

His wrist was grasped by a young hand.

The 'organization member' played with his hand for a few seconds, turned on the ECG monitor, saw the violently fluctuating lines on it, and nodded with great satisfaction.

The room suddenly fell silent, and even the air was so quiet that it felt cold. But just like the man in the horror movie who pretended not to see the ghost staring at him, Ichijo Mirai pretended not to notice the sudden silence in the air and asked in an intimate complaining tone, "Are you not finished yet?"

He acted like a younger generation chatting with an elder they were close to, like a girlfriend acting like a spoiled child with her boyfriend, or like a ghost in a horror movie that grabs a person's ankle from under the bed and asks tolerantly, "Do you have any last words?" "I've been waiting for you for a long time, are you going to ignore me forever? How rude."

"Alas, you said you were empty, but you kept your eyes closed. If you opened your eyes and looked at me, I don't believe that your eyes were empty. When you saw me, you would definitely fall in love at first sight, your heart would beat like a drum, and you would dream about me every night."

The line on the ECG monitor shot up and soon sounded a piercing alarm, shamelessly echoing a message from the future: That gentleman's heart rate is too fast.

Ichijo looked back and added cheerfully, "Oh, I won't be having this dream every midnight."

The prerequisite for dreaming at midnight is to be alive.

(End of this chapter)