Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 39 Three Chances
[The third year, April 04, 01:14]
[Location: Eleventh Ward, Tokyo. ]
[Task: Complete the police academy assessment and successfully join the police academy. ]
[Mission details: It is not easy to obtain the qualifications to join the police academy, and it is even more difficult to overcome the numerous obstacles. Please successfully pass the entrance examination and join the police academy. ]
Mirai Ichijo opened his eyes, saw the alley under the sun, and also saw the system prompts.

His eyes stayed on the system prompt: Third year?

[Organization newcomer] is in the 0th year, [Police Academy newcomer] is in the third year, that means...

He lifted up the hem of his clothes and took a look, and saw a brown scar on his white abdomen, which was a gunshot wound.

The gunshot wound in the abdomen was exactly the same as the gunshot wound in Year 0, but it was no longer a new wound that would tear if the movement was large, but an old wound that had slowly healed with deep scars for three or four years.

"Same character, different timelines," Mirai Ichichi put down his clothes, "It's not a multi-protagonist mode, but a multi-timeline mode."

"The main line is composed of three different timelines, and each timeline affects each other?"

He glanced at the explanation of the fifth requirement for [Police Academy Newcomers] and frowned.

The fifth requirement is very obvious. It requires a very important NPC to regret that the protagonist is too good. He should not enter the darkness and should be high-spirited in the sun.

So here's the problem, Ichiyo Mirai has seen only a handful of important NPCs so far, such as gin and vodka.

No matter which one it was, he didn't feel that he would regret becoming a member of the organization, let alone regret it at least ten times... and so on.

"No," he stared at the prompt with a subtle tone, "As long as it says 'I hope the protagonist is not a member of the organization', it will be considered completed once, right?"

The tone was a question, but when he said it, Ichijo Future had already made a definite conclusion.

"These completion times are not caused by two good-tempered Codename members who raised the idea of ​​'the organization really has no threshold, do you want to accept such an immoral guy?' right?"

"will not."

"I have a good temper and am a member of the Codename, so I won't be so petty and vengeful. Moreover, I am extremely moral. I have also been certified by Gin personally as having a 'strong sense of morality'."

"Hmm."

It is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, and it is not appropriate to dwell on this issue.

A future person pretended to ignore the fifth prompt, walked out of the alley, and saw the entrance of the police academy not far away.

The door of the police academy opened, revealing a section of open space and a vague target. A red banner hung at the door, simply welcoming the new students and stating: [Freshman Registration Office].

Below the horizontal bar is the registration area for new students. The registration area is very simple, with only a long table and a few chairs. Three or four middle-aged men with serious expressions and uniform uniforms are standing or standing around. They should be instructors from the police academy.

Bottom line: there's a gun on the table.

There were four or five guns placed on the table, lined up side by side, with what looked like a register squeezed aside.

The black guns sparkled in the sunlight, giving off an intoxicating luster.

Mirai Ichijo did not walk over immediately. He observed calmly and saw a newcomer reporting for duty.

The newcomers ran over empty-handed. When they stopped at the freshman registration area, they were sweating profusely and gasping for breath and saying something.

He was probably out of breath even when he spoke, Ichijo Miku speculated, and judged that this newcomer did not fit the image of a reserve police officer. However, he found that the instructors looked at the embarrassed newcomer up and down for a few seconds, and their stern expressions softened.

A sitting instructor pushed the registration book, opened his mouth and said something, and some fragmentary voices drifted over, "Sign...ten chances...don't worry..." Following the instructor's words, the newcomers gradually showed an incredible expression, as if He heard something shocking. Although Miichichichi couldn't hear his voice, he could hallucinate: "Huh?"

Upon seeing this, the instructor's originally gentle expression became serious again, and his voice became louder, "You will become a police officer in the future!"

"hurry up!"

The newcomer hurriedly signed, took one of the guns on the table, and walked into the police academy with an instructor.

At almost the same time, an instructor with a gun walked out of the police academy. He put the gun back on the table and said something to the other instructors, so the instructors became serious again and waited with bated breath for the next new student to report.

Ichijo Mirai looked at it for a moment before stepping out of the instructors' blind spot and into the field of vision.

He walked to the freshman registration office and said, "Hello, I'm a freshman."

The instructors looked over and saw Mirai Ichio sizing them up. They also looked at Mirai Ichio. The more they looked at him, the more serious their expressions became.

The instructor sitting at the table had sharp eyes, like a wolf, "Hello, freshman."

He pushed the register, "Register."

"This year's police academy is different from previous years. It has learned the model of Western military academies and has many innovations and reforms. The registration book is one of them. Register your name in the police academy on it."

"It's 'the name you used in the police academy,'" the instructor emphasized. "It doesn't have to be your real name. As long as you can pronounce it, anything is fine. You just have to live with this name for six months."

"Register."

Hey, can I register anything?Western military academies don't have this rule.

Ichijo Mirai took the register and took a cursory look at the names on it: [Shimoizumi Keita], [Morofushi Kagemitsu], [Furitani Rei], [Inoue Yuta], [Matsuda Jinpei] and so on.

They are all serious human names.

He looked at the instructor who had a serious face and could not tell a joke at a glance, and wrote his name on the register: [Ichijo Mirai].

The instructor looked at a future registration and coughed heavily when he saw the first letter of the name, "Cough!"

The other instructors who were either observing the street, looking far into the police academy, or chatting away from each other turned their gazes over and looked at each other. Their expressions suddenly became serious and they all took their seats.

Mirai Ichijo capped his pen, took in their abnormal reactions, and asked politely: "Any questions?"

The straight-faced instructor: "No."

"My name is Onizuka Hazo, and I am one of the instructors in charge of this generation of police academy students. You can call me Instructor Onizuka," he glanced at his colleagues and added seriously, "If you can successfully join the police academy. "

"Then, let me read you the entrance examination for this year's police academy students: 50-meter shooting training."

"There are several guns of the same model on the table. You can choose one at will and follow me into the police academy to shoot the 50-meter target. No matter how many rings you hit, as long as you hit it, you will be considered to have passed the assessment."

"You have three chances."

(End of this chapter)