Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 370: Cold Face Modification of Documents

Ichijo Future quit the game and opened his eyes.

He pushed open the game cabin, but did not move immediately. Instead, he sat quietly, allowing the colorful task completion and reward prompts of the game in the last second to be digested on his retina. He was rarely absent-minded.

In fact, he didn't lie to the gentleman, he was just 'unhappy'.

This kind of 'unhappiness' is complicated. Part of it is because of repeatedly reloading the game and playing the levels by myself again and again, because 'I actually let a great player be tortured for so long! Who are you! You really think you are the final boss! ... Wait... You are not really... are you?'

This is exactly the part that Ichijo Mirai expressed his dissatisfaction with when facing that gentleman.

The other part is that the player has said something into the microphone that the NPC finds incredible, but still retains his "unhappiness" which is much more complicated.

It is the dissatisfaction caused by the true or false, direct or indirect information revealed in "A Future", such as "The leader is so annoying, he oppressed me inhumanely, but luckily I killed the leader and succeeded in taking over and oppressing others", and another example...

'Something happened to my childhood sweetheart and fiancée.'

This is a message that is not directly stated but is quite obvious. Otherwise, "a future" would not be in a state that seems to be very stable, normal, and mentally healthy, but in fact it starts to do something to its own brain.

When he didn't know who his childhood sweetheart was, Ichijo Mirai just found it unbelievable that he actually had a lover, and he didn't care too much about the high probability that something had happened to his lover.

But while trying to figure out who the unfortunate victim was, he...

That's relevant.

Although 'Ichijo Mirai' did not say who his enemy was, it was obvious from his actions of killing the leader and taking over.

Yi Tiao Future was very confident: Since all the leaders in reality have been killed, it is normal for him to play with the leaders in the game, right?

Just a few things: 'childhood sweetheart', 'ring', 'fiancée'.

Have they reached the point where they are in love with each other?
So when she looked at him, was Suzuki Sonoko looking at him, or was she looking at...

and many more.

When this thought came to mind, the movement of Future supporting himself on the edge of the game cabin paused, and his chaotic thoughts also stagnated for a moment, like an iron chain that was locked and twisted to solidification.

But soon, just like those colorful cues that only remain on the retina for a few seconds before slowly fading away, it only solidifies for a few seconds by inertia, and then the 'lock' quietly opens.

The colorful task and reward prompts had clearly faded, but now they seemed to reappear on my retina, flashing back to the top reward prompt:
[Item name: "Realization"]

【The shield for the holder has been unlocked. 】

[Item details: A butterfly flapping its wings can cause a huge storm. The words and deeds of the 'savior' will certainly cause great changes in the world. From the moment you log in to the game, everything you say and do will materialize in reality, whether you know it or not.]

[Note 1: The world is like a docile lamb. It accepts both your good and bad sides. Anyway, nothing can be worse than it is now, right?]

【Note ②: Change the past and reverse the future. 】

Yi Tiao Future has a very good memory, so good that with just a casual glance, even if he doesn't pay too much attention, he can still recall it easily like replaying a movie, and rescan to extract the information he wants.

...But having a good memory sometimes doesn’t seem to be a good thing.

Slowly comprehending the information extracted from the quick glimpse, the face of the future began to change, and soon, it became as exciting as his complicated thoughts.

Countless memories of the dead suddenly attacked him. There were clips of him knocking on doors carelessly and robbing people one by one, clips of him generously sniping and spraying bullets at the people below, clips of him sharpening his knife and heading towards the FBI, clips of the poor fish in a daze, and the quite fresh clips of him waving and smiling as he shot the gentleman, and the abandoned factory...

There is actually quite a lot of information about 'Games are not just games, they can affect reality', but before obtaining the props to unlock the right to know, even if a future track captured that information, it would be in a gray state and unusable until this moment when it converged into a huge river, rushing like a waterfall.

Under the impact of the waterfall, a future stumbled and just in time supported the game cabin with his hands. He didn't have time to sort out the amount of information that was flying out, and he stood up with a strange look on his face because of the sound he captured.

He did not face the dead memories again, but slowly opened the bathroom door and looked towards the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Gin turned around and looked.

Ichijo's expression was subtle and somewhat difficult to discern, but his facial expression was quite clear, as cold as ever, as cold as Siberia that had come to life.

He glanced at one of his future knees coldly, "Did you bump into it?"

All the decoration and layout of the bedroom have not changed. The bed is still a single bed, the ornaments on the bedside table are still the same, the desk is still the same, the curtains are still the same curtains, and even the folds on the bed are the same as when you enter the game in the future, no more or less.

Just one more gin and two piles of documents.

Gin was still wearing the same bold black outfit, looking quite capable as if he walked with the wind. He should be busy on field missions, killing people 24 hours a day, but now he was sitting at a small desk, correcting documents.

The two piles of documents were taller than Gin's hat and were almost the tallest objects in the room.

The contrast with Gin's cold expression was really wonderful.

A future slowly closed its eyes, slowly stepped back, slowly closed the door, then slowly opened the door and looked intently.

Gin said calmly: "Want to go to a mental hospital?"

His hands were still busy, still correcting documents, writing short replies on long black documents with a red pen, sneering: "Dream on."

Low EQ: What are you doing when you repeatedly close your eyes and open and push the door with an expression of disbelief? Are you sick?

High EQ: Want to go to a mental hospital?

Still dreaming!
Ichijo Mirai took a slow breath, closed and opened the door again, looked at Gin carefully, and then looked at the document.

He saw from afar the words [Too much nonsense, stop bothering the leader, get lost] that had just been revised on the document, and confirmed that his eyesight seemed normal and there didn't seem to be any major problems with his eyes.

...Why is Gin here? !
"What's wrong?" Gin finally put down his pen and scanned the body of Ichiro again, "Where did you get hurt?"

He heard some stumbling in the bathroom.

"Not happy?"

Although he still had a cold face, burning with icy flames, and was obviously in a state of anger, as if he would draw his gun and yell at some "damn guy" in the next second, Gin looked at the future repeatedly with a cold face, and what he said was self-reflection: "Is the noise of me correcting documents too loud, disturbing your game?"

He apologized coldly: "I'm sorry."

A future: "..."

He closed the door again.

(End of this chapter)