Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 401 It's just a matter of time

The sea was in a mess.

No, not just on the sea, but also on the shore were the wreckage of the cruise ship. Many people were blown to the shore by the huge impact of the explosion and were crawling in the mess. Many people were up and down in the sea, unable to even do the basic thing to keep themselves afloat. They could only hold on to the larger wooden fragments around them. Countless heavy cruise ship fragments that were bigger or smaller than a person were sinking.

The sound of the heavy rain seemed to be countless times louder than before, filling the sky and earth, suppressing all sounds made by human instinct. Apart from their own voices, everyone could only hear the sounds from the rain and the sea.

Suddenly, new and distinct sounds were interrupted: the sound of a speeding car, sudden brakes, doors opening and slamming, and hurried footsteps.

Conan pulled himself away from the state of quickly looking around to determine the situation, and looked at the sound on the sea, and found that new police had arrived.

There were a large number of new police officers, about thirty or forty in number, including some with higher positions. The highest-ranking one was a young police officer in the lead. He was several beats faster than the other police officers. Not only was he the first one to arrive at the scene and brake suddenly, he was also the first to rush over.

Conan had seen this young police officer before and knew his last name was Inuwei. Although he was not familiar with him, he still knew that he was very capable and excellent. He was one of the few backbone police officers in the police force who was capable of solving cases seriously. He usually did not bother to check on his colleagues. He would go off work on time if there was nothing to do, and go off work after working overtime if there was something to do. Many people speculated that he should have a girlfriend at home who was in a honeymoon period, but no one had ever seen her.

The young dog-tailed police officer confirmed in a short moment that the scene was a mess and met Conan's eyes. Immediately, he made a few gestures to his subordinates who were following him hurriedly, issued a brief search and rescue order, and jumped down without hesitation.

But instead of swimming towards the little boy Conan, he swam anxiously towards a remote corner of a pier, where a pile of debris had accumulated due to the seawater. Without looking back, he dived into the debris and searched for a moment, pulling out the debris and pushing it away. The seawater that was pushed away was tinged with red, indicating that there was a wounded person there. Finally, he shouted in surprise: "Sir!"

grown ups?

Conan had just been picked up by a police officer. His head was still as dizzy as a tofu brain that had been turned over and over. There seemed to be a glaring firelight in front of his eyes. When he heard the words, the question of "Who is this excellent police officer calling with a respectful title" just emerged in his mind, and his mouth opened without thinking, "Mr. Future!"

His body moved without thinking, as did his mouth. He subconsciously moved a little further out of the rescue officer's arms and looked towards Officer Inuwei. A question that even Tofu Brain couldn't understand emerged in his mind: "Why..."

Why did it explode?!
He just kicked the football lightly. It's a football, not a bomb. How come it exploded just after he kicked it!
Not to mention the football hitting the small boat, even if the football hit the leader, given the size and distance of the football, which is only slightly larger than a human head, Conan could swear without hesitation that he would never detonate the bomb.

But the bomb exploded.

Could it be that Gin, who was holding the remote control, pressed the button?

But the leader was not completely out of the range of the explosion at that time, and the fact that he was blown to the point of being dead or alive is enough to prove this point. Gin, who installed the bomb, should be well aware of the range and power of the bomb. If he is really loyal to the leader, shouldn't he have pressed the bomb at this time?

In his view, what was shot at the leader was just a football.

Why did the bomb explode?
Conan was puzzled. As he came back to his senses from the shock wave of the explosion, these questions popped up in his mind like bubbles. However, when he saw a future, all the questions that were bubbling up in his mind paused for a beat, and then they were all suppressed by worry, "Mr. Future!"

Yi Tiao Wei looked very miserable. Not only was he soaked, but most of his body was stained red. As he floated in the sea water, the bright red faded from his body, but every time it faded a little, new red would emerge again.

The darkest blood was near his right shoulder. He was supported by Officer Inu Tail, with his left hand covering the junction of his shoulder and neck. Blood kept flowing out from between his fingers. His pale face contrasted with the bright red blood.

But he himself didn't seem to care about the injury. Instead, he looked at Inubi Officer curiously. After a few glances, he looked at Conan who called him twice in a dry voice, "Are you scared?"

"When you kicked the football over, the guy looked over. I was going to take advantage of his distraction to shoot the leader again."

Ichijo Future showed a helpless look. His pale face due to excessive blood loss made him more convincing. "But..."

Obviously, maybe Vermouth took the opportunity to attack him, maybe Gin reacted quickly, or maybe other accidents happened. In short, the result was not good. In the fierce fight that escalated again, Ichijo Mirai was seriously injured.

Conan didn't know whether Gin and Vermouth were injured, but he could infer from Gin's choice to detonate the bomb that the two of them were in trouble: the leader had not yet escaped from the explosion range, but he detonated the bomb. Doesn't this mean that he was no longer able to protect the leader, and the bomb was the only trick left?
Conan nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the future police officer holding a dog's tail in the water looking at him, "I have sent my men to immediately start searching and rescuing. Sir, why don't you go ashore first?"

His attitude was very friendly and respectful. He obviously admired Ichijo Future, a colleague who had been undercover since graduation and had become his confidant. However...

I don't know if there's still some tofu in his brain, but Conan inexplicably felt that the look he just gave him seemed unfriendly...

"Okay," Ichijo Mirai agreed, "Thank you for your help, Inubi."

He said he would talk about it when he got to the shore, but as soon as he got on the ambulance, Officer Inuwei took the box from the medical staff and drove them away, and began to bandage and first aid for Ichigo Weilai. His movements were very fast, and his hands almost left afterimages whether he was cutting off the clothes near the wound or wrapping the bandage. It didn't seem like he was giving first aid to a seriously injured person, but rather like he was busy cleaning up traces of a crime.

In less than a minute, he had treated all the wounds on Weili's body. He was obviously relieved, but also a little worried. "Sir, your identity..."

"Going to the hospital?"

An undercover identity like Yitiao Future is fine while he is undercover, but it becomes a bit dangerous after the showdown. He has to deal with retaliation from the undercover party. If he is hospitalized openly, the hospital's defense force will have to at least double.

What Officer Inubi was worried about was so obvious that Conan guessed it easily.

“No need,” Yitiao Weili shook his head and looked towards the sea, his face darkening. “I’m not sure if my shot hit him, and there was an explosion. If he’s alive, that’s fine. But if he’s dead…”

"An organization is like a scattered spider web. Everyone can only see a few nodes in front of them. Only the leader knows every node of the spider web."

In other words, once the leader is dead, it would be an impossible fantasy to track down all the members of the organization from top to bottom and catch them all in one fell swoop.

However, the good news is: "Gin,"

After a pause, Yitiao Future gave a positive judgment in a serious tone, "It is very likely that he is dead."

"I shot him in the chest before the explosion. Although I didn't hit his heart directly, he definitely didn't have the strength to survive the sea, even if Vermouth was there."

The bad news is: "Sir! The target's body was found!"

Several police officers hurriedly carried a body ashore. After putting the body down, one of the police officers hurried to report to Inuwei. He was obviously calling him "Master Inuwei", but when he got closer, he looked at his boss and locked eyes with him for a few seconds. He sensibly skipped his boss's report and said, "Sir, it's target number one."

"The second and third targets have not been found yet. The remaining three criminals have been successfully searched for, and several more are being searched for."

The target at number one is of course Rum.

When the police officer reported the discovery of the body, Conan had already looked over. He stared closely in the direction of the body and easily recognized from the body shape that the deceased was Rum. His face immediately turned ugly and he looked at the future again.

"…It seems the worst has already happened," said Ichijo Mirai, "Let's take his phone and crack it."

After the police officer left, he patted Officer Inubi's shoulder again and said, "You don't have to leave your subordinates to me. You can command them. Find the location or bodies of Gin and Vermouth as soon as possible before the explosion. They can be arrested alive and reveal the only information they know, or they can die like the leader, but they must not return to the organization alive."

"Once they return, the organization, which is currently unaware, will be directed to operate. Whether it is led by a new leader to go undercover again or to launch fierce revenge against the police, it is not an outcome we are willing to accept."

Officer Inubi responded respectfully, "Yes." But he seemed not to understand the line "You go and give the orders," which Conan could hear. After looking at Conan, he actually took out a walkie-talkie, as if he was going to give the orders using the walkie-talkie.

Ichijo Future said, "It's still raining, the intercom signal might be affected... By the way, could you please ask where the leader's body was found? Is there a white box nearby that contains the organization's secrets?"

Upon hearing about such an important mission, Officer Inubi looked at Conan again before packing up the walkie-talkie, jumping out of the ambulance and leaving.

Conan looked at Inuwei's back, then at Ichigo Mirai, guessing that they might have known each other before, but he didn't pay much attention to it. What he cared more about was: "Mr. Mirai, after that... the organization..."

"I will sneak back into the organization," said Ichijo Mirai calmly. "Whether Gin and Vermouth return or not, they can't let all the scattered members of the organization know that they are undercover in a short period of time. Before that, I will try my best to gather the members of the organization that I can contact."

Then arrest them all.

However, there is a golden period. Once a certain time is exceeded, sensitive members of the organization will vaguely sense that something is wrong.

This method was somewhat dangerous, but it coincided with Conan's idea. He nodded and listened to the future saying, "The medicine in that box..."

"I'm not sure about the efficacy of the medicine. The medicine I took at that time was the result of another laboratory. They only developed one. After I verified the efficacy of the medicine, the leader ordered them to make it again, but they never made a decent result again, even if they copied the production process of the first result one to one."

"When making this kind of drug, even a slight change in dosage, humidity and temperature, or even the strength and mood of the maker may affect the results. It is difficult to mass-produce, and the same batch of drugs may have different effects and none of them are the same."

"The leader didn't have time to verify this batch of drugs."

"Your current body..."

Conan's body is still that of a child.

"Do you want to tell the police?" Yi Tiao Wei asked. "If you believe the authorities, I can give the drugs in the box to the authorities, and they will call on scientific researchers to research the antidote."

"Or, should I give you the medicine? Mr. Kudo should be able to hire a great researcher."

Of course.

Conan keenly grasped one thing, "If you give me the medicine, the authorities will..."

He actually never thought about handing over the medicine to the authorities.

First of all, Conan doesn’t believe that the authorities can develop an antidote.

Secondly, if this kind of thing is really handed over to the authorities, will they want to research the antidote or try to copy it?
It’s not just the leaders of evil organizations who want to live forever.

"If you want medicine," Ichijo Mirai looked at Conan, "then Inuwei will regretfully report to the higher-ups that the search team did not find any traces of the medicine and suspected that it was taken away or destroyed by Gin and Vermouth."

His face was still very pale, and his gentle expression aggravated the weakness. He gently reminded, "They don't know that I took the medicine."

When facing the organization, Ichijo Mirai and Conan are on the same front, and when facing the officials, they are still on the same front.

Conan understood a future attitude: they were the same, unwilling to hand over the medicine to the authorities, nor did they want to explain that they had taken the medicine, and even less did they intend to cooperate with any experiments that the authorities might conduct.

As their eyes met, he nodded solemnly.

The door of the ambulance opened again, and Inuwei appeared with a white box. He did not get in the car, but handed the box to Ichijou Mirai, "Found it, sir."

Then he hesitated again, "At present, all the survivors on the sea and some of the bodies that sank into the sea have been confirmed, and Gin and Vermouth have not been found yet."

“But someone found blood in a remote part of the pier… and the injured came ashore.”

In other words, these two members of the organization have already escaped.

Neither Ichijo Mirai nor Conan said anything.

After the dogtail left again and a deep silence spread for a moment, Ichijo Mirai pushed the box to Conan, "Vermouth is proficient in disguise. Once she leaves the encirclement, she can easily blend into the sea of ​​ordinary people, and the police can't catch them."

“It seems we still have to keep working hard.”

"But," he sat up straight and smiled, "did I ever tell you that you're great?"

"If you hadn't decisively kicked the football out, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had the chance to keep the leader, and the report just now would have been 'all the main targets are missing'."

"Although there are still two targets to pursue..."

"But," Ichijo Mirai opened the box with a gentler smile, a kind smile from an adult to a child, "at least you succeeded in defeating the big boss, right? Before you get depressed, I think you should claim the dropped treasure first, little detective."

In the box were several thumb-sized glass bottles, each containing a small capsule, and the light from the roof was reflected on the glass bottles.

Staring at the white reflection, he said, "At the end of the story, justice will eventually defeat evil, and light will eventually dispel darkness, isn't it?"

Conan looked up at the future. He thought for a few seconds and nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

"We will!"

Just a matter of time.

……

It may be one day, it may be one month, it may be as long as a year, ten years, it may be a long hundred years, a thousand years, it may last for ten thousand years.

All else aside, it's really just a matter of time.

Ichijou smiled and encouraged, "Come on."

(End of this chapter)