Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 395 Garden?

It was raining on the mission day.

As soon as the heavy rain warning was broadcast on the evening news in Tokyo, heavy rain began to fall as night fell. The door of the airport hall was not closed, and the crackling sound of the rain hitting the ground was dully heard by the passengers who were closer to the door.

Yi Tiao Weilai had excellent hearing and could hear everything even though he was sitting in the center of the hall. He folded his umbrella and put it away as it was, then reached out to wipe away the traces of slanting rain on the hem of his clothes, and sat calmly in the crowded hall.

A few meters away, Gin was also sitting on a bench. He and Ichijo Mirai were sitting back to back, unable to see each other's expressions and movements. He quietly listened to the various noises in the dull hall. When the flight delay reminder came on the radio, he suddenly asked: "What are you going to do?"

It was good to finally stop ignoring Rum, dangling him around like bait, and open my eyes to look him in the face.

It means that the damn Rum may finally be liquidated.

But what does it mean to call him and Vermouth...?
On the bright side, maybe it was a warning to frighten the tigers, or maybe it was a clear threat to them by killing a mouse in front of them. On the bad side, maybe it was to clean up all of them, the "stubborn feudalists who dared to stop the great non-leader from doing whatever he wanted."

Gin tends to lean towards the former.

In the headset, Ichijo Mirai laughed, comforting the poor victim who had been tortured by him and was gradually becoming numb. "Don't worry, I'm targeting Rum."

"If you say so," he thought for a few seconds and then groaned, "it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"I believe you."

The advantage of being experienced is that there is no need to say much. Just by listening to the tone, Gin can automatically translate: the time to test human high blood pressure has come again.

He had to remain silent, and after a moment he said, "There are a lot of people here."

Because of the rain, almost everyone gathered in the hall, including many non-Japanese people. If Ichijo Mirai goes crazy again like he did when he joined the organization and happily decides to do it again, the organization will probably have to count their reputations in despair until their hands are tired.

"Yes, there are a lot of people here, including tourists from all over the world. If a riot breaks out, it will inevitably become an international incident," Ichijo Mirai admitted, then asked, "But, this isn't something that illegal people should be concerned about, right?"

"Pay attention to your identity, GIN. Sometimes I really doubt whether you are a black character. You are so kind."

He sighed without changing his expression, but then complained in his heart: He was too soft-hearted and let someone die.

Gin: "..."

No matter how vicious the villain is, compared to Yitiao Future, he can indeed be seen as a kind and pure person. There is no way to refute this. He can only say: "Sorry, I'm used to it."

I'm used to following the organization's shadow principles, although the moment 'Satan' appeared, the organization was no longer a little-known secret organization.

Since he was told not to care about things that lawbreakers shouldn't care about, Gin paused and then cared about things that lawbreakers should care about, "You will join forces with the police to deal with Rum?"

The sudden heavy rain caught most people off guard, including some carefully selected police officers with better abilities. According to the plan, they should have disguised themselves as ordinary citizens and walked outside the hall, waiting for orders not too far away. But now, they could only retreat into the hall and improvise to maintain their identities as unfortunate citizens trapped by the heavy rain.

It was quite obvious in Gin's eyes.

In fact, those police officers did not make any flaws, but thanks to the great non-leader, Gin's intuition has improved by leaps and bounds over the past decade. Compared with some members of the organization who cannot say their names directly, those police officers are really a drizzle. He didn't even need to look at each other for he to realize: it was the police.

They should not have been here, because only a few people knew about a future call-up order, and those who knew were well aware of the character of the great non-leader, and it was impossible for them to tip off the police. Even if Vermouth could no longer bear it or Rum was desperate and wanted to cooperate with a certain force to get rid of the devil, they would never choose the useless Neon police. That was not resistance, but choosing their beloved funeral companions.

Then it was obvious that the person who informed the police was the future.

The reason was also very good: he wanted the police to clean up Rum.

It was a humiliating thing to let Rum, the second-in-command of the organization who was once high and mighty and favored by that gentleman, fall into the embarrassing situation of being arrested, but it was in line with Ichijo Mirai's bad taste and vengeful nature. "Well," Ichijo Mirai responded indifferently, and laughed again, "Which police officer did you find?"

While asking the question, he glanced to the right and found a corner that had suddenly become shorter in the densely packed crowd.

In that corner was a little kid, about six or seven years old, with extremely fluffy hair, looking almost like a smaller version of Matsuda Jinpei. He lowered his head and looked like he was enjoying playing the game, but he was actually extremely nervous, and his fingers holding the phone had turned white from the force.

It's Conan in disguise.

It is very likely that Gin noticed Conan when he was paying attention to Mirai Ichijo, so when he took action, he took the initiative to say that he wanted to disguise himself.

Even though he was disguised, he was still very nervous when he was only ten meters away from Gin, and was also very sensitive to all kinds of sights. After a few seconds of glimpsing the future, he looked up sharply and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The sound of a sigh of relief was transmitted to the other side through the headset. Akai Shuichi, who was checking the surveillance camera in the hall, said lightly: "Gin is here."

Conan quickly lowered his head and continued to play with his phone. Taking advantage of the sound of the phone, he muttered, "What were they talking about just now? Why did they seem to be having a good time?"

Of course this was fake. The Messiah would never get along well with someone like Gin, so he continued to mutter in a lower voice, "Mr. Future is really patient..."

Akai Shuichi: "."

This is probably the charm of the future. Even though Conan had been extremely cautious and wary of contacting him not long ago, after just a brief meeting, he trusted him again and no longer doubted whether "Satan" was dead or not. He trusted him completely.

Especially in the case that in the future he doesn't race cars with children, doesn't play with guns with children, doesn't have a nice dinner with children, doesn't feed children blood wine, doesn't increase children's blood pressure so that they become more and more angry and want to jump up and hit his knees, etc., it is normal for Conan to trust him as much as he trusts a reliable adult.

No one had any objection to this.

"Perhaps from Gin's point of view, he also thinks he is very tolerant," Akai Shuichi said lightly, and then reminded, "All passengers have already disembarked."

He watched the surveillance.

Before the heavy rain hit, the planes flying from New York to Tokyo rushed to land in time, while other planes that had not yet landed either received the news of the sudden heavy rain in Tokyo halfway through the flight, or learned about it when they were about to take off and had to postpone their flight. All planes in Tokyo also stopped taking off.

As all the passengers of the lucky plane disembarked, the noise in the airport grew louder.

Most of the passengers, before they had time to rejoice that they did not have to change their destinations midway and landed safely, began to complain about being temporarily trapped at the airport and unable to leave. They were in groups of two or three, all ordinary people.

Among a group of ordinary people, a blonde girl stood out. She looked to be in her twenties, at the peak of her youth and beauty. Her golden hair fell to the edge of her chin, just enough to outline her clear jawline.

She was walking with an old man, and seemed to be the old man's granddaughter. She was holding the old man's arm and walking slowly with a smile on her face. Her pair of cat's eyes, like green gems, seemed to be sparkling, a rare bright spot in the gloomy rainy day.

They didn't go to get the luggage first. The blonde girl helped the old man find a seat first.

When Shuichi Akai scanned all the passengers and set his first target on these two people, Conan who was sitting in the hall also saw these two people.

He looked over there, then looked over there again, thought about it, and then looked over there again.

The detective's magnifying glass skill had not yet been activated. He actually did not find any other suspicious points about the blonde girl except that she was particularly energetic. However, the part that belonged to Kudo Shinichi was activated. "Uh,"

He looked uncertainly for the fourth and fifth time, his sight fixed on the blonde girl's deep eyebrows and eyes, which were very European and American and completely different from those of Japanese people. He was stunned for a few seconds at this unfamiliar appearance and the temperament that he was quite familiar with.

"Garden, garden?"

(End of this chapter)