Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 402: Game in Progress ①
[FBI Newcomer].

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and Yi Tiao Wei was sitting on the floor of a wooden house in the mountains, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep.

His left hand hung on the floor at his side, but his right hand was handcuffed and raised high. The other end of the handcuffs was handcuffed to the electric saw on his right side, so that he could only move within a certain range.

The door of the wooden house was just diagonally opposite him, and directly opposite him was a table. Above the table, a crossbow was fixed by a rope mechanism and was ready to fire. If the mechanism activated the pistol and he did not intend to dodge, the arrow would probably hit his head.

When he didn't speak, the cabin was relatively quiet, with only the occasional bird calls and the steady sound of the bomb countdown acting as hypnotic white noise.

At such a serious moment, Ichijo Mirai certainly wouldn't really fall asleep. He was half drowsy and half thinking about a serious question: Is it time to get off work?

What broke this pleasant meditation was the rapid ringing of the telephone. He raised his head but did not even open his eyes. He only moved his handcuffed right hand to reach for the phone.

After hanging up the phone, a middle-aged male voice came from the other end, "Hello, good afternoon, it seems you are very trustworthy."

A sigh from the future.

The chain reaction is inevitable, and at this moment, he is facing a chain reaction that has already dealt with Rum: the blond killer.

After Rum became completely honest at the time of [Newcomer in the Organization], the blond killer in [Newcomer in the FBI] did not disappear. Instead, a new blond killer who was similar but completely different appeared. This killer was a typical American lunatic who was happy to maintain an elegant face to appreciate the struggle of his prey before death. His modus operandi was to bury people alive.

The reason why Yi Tiao Future appeared here was because he made a small bet with the blond killer, and the bet was his own life: You can set up a place where people must die, and for the sake of the people, I will go there alone and be willing to die. My price is death, and your price is just to tell me the place where you will execute the victim this time.

...Isn't it strange?

It's not 'an FBI agent is willing to die for the sake of protecting the public', but 'A Future would actually die for a stranger?!'.

No matter the FBI, criminals or ordinary people, as long as they have a little understanding of Yi Ting's style since he took the job, they would be stunned by his nonsense and sincerely admire him for having a mouth that dares to speak. They dare not listen to what he says.

Finally, the blond killer agreed to the bet.

A message from the future urged, "Tell me the location quickly."

"Okay," the blond killer mentioned a location and asked, "What's your trick? You actually left those annoying FBI people behind and came alone for a date, just for someone you don't even know? Or do you think my next target is Miss Judy? In any case, this is not your usual style."

He kindly reminded, "The bomb will explode in two minutes. I don't know how you plan to escape, but I am looking forward to it."

Before she could finish her words, a text message from the future with the location was sent to Judy, and the phone line was ruthlessly cut off.

In fact, there was no other intention in his bet. He was simply too lazy to follow the normal process to solve the case, so he just asked the boss to come out for a while and then shamelessly went back to the game to catch the person red-handed.

This kind of little hobby of players cannot be understood by normal people.

An abnormal future continued to brew sleepiness. In a relaxed state, he casually scattered his thoughts: it would take a long time to catch the murderer directly after going back to the game, and it would not be finished before the end of get off work. After he died in the explosion, he would go to the newly opened [Undercover Newcomer] to fish around. That was the time when he left the FBI and went undercover to join the organization. It was as comfortable as returning to his hometown, without any difficulty.

Although I seem to be too relaxed and idle there recently, I have attracted the attention of the blond classmate...

The scattered thoughts drifted to a certain moment and suddenly came back. A future opened his eyes, and the round red pupils slowly shrank into confused vertical pupils. He looked at the door of the wooden house in confusion.

About ten seconds later, there were clear footsteps that normal people could hear. The footsteps were fast and crisp, and stopped in front of the wooden house door. Then: "Bang!"

The door was kicked open.

The wooden door slammed heavily against the wall, stirring up pieces of dust in the sunlight. Yi Tiao Wei waved his left hand and looked intently outside the door.

Outside the door was Akai Shuichi.

He was standing with his back to the light, with a cold face, looking quite ferocious. When he walked into the door, he took out a gun from his waist, with a fierce aura of "I am here to kill you".

Ichijou thought about it for a moment, then thought about it again, and asked sincerely, "Did I do something again? I'm sorry, although I haven't raised your blood pressure significantly recently, I'm used to it every day. I don't remember if I was too much last time."

"But even if it's a little excessive, the hatred between us shouldn't be to the point of 'What, you're going to be killed? No, I have to kill you first', right?"

Shuichi Akai didn't say anything. He walked to the side of Ichijo Mirai and looked down. His jaw was clenched tightly, and his murderous aura increased instead of decreasing. He loaded the gun and raised the muzzle. "The FBI believes that you will never give up your life for a stranger victim. They think you might take the opportunity to escape, so they sent me to deal with you."

A Future and the Void stared at each other with their guns pointed at them. He thought seriously for a few seconds and was convinced, "It is indeed impossible." He asked again, "May I ask which commander gave the order?"

"Don't worry, I don't have any bad intentions. How could I possibly seek revenge when I'm about to die? I just want to see my enemy die with resentment. Oh, by the way, do you really not have any personal grudges? If you have anything to say, tell me and I'll continue my efforts."

Shuichi Akai stopped talking again and began to put pressure on the trigger with his index finger.

Then he suddenly moved the gun away and fired a shot at the upper part of the chainsaw machine that was handcuffed to it, "Bang!"

The close-range gunshot was deafening. A future right hand suddenly loosened. He shook his hand and pressed his frowning brows, "Wow, you're not going to silence me?"

"I thought you were going to be a loyal dog and give all your loyalty to the FBI... Hey."

Before Ichijo Mirai could finish his words, Akai Shuichi reached out and grabbed the handcuffs, pulled him up and left, as if he didn't hear him at all.

One future can only follow, "I told you not to interrupt others when they are talking in a turn-based game!"

"You have to find a suitable reason to threaten someone, right?" he complained. "What about 'I followed orders to silence you'? Can you please use some basic rules when you make up excuses? The first second I heard it, I wanted to say, 'You came to silence me when there was less than a minute left before the explosion? Why not just take a taxi to the hospital and avoid taking a detour? Don't you agree, Mr. FBI loyal dog who was supposed to be with the victim but violated FBI orders and gave himself new orders?'"

Akai Shuichi turned a deaf ear and ran away quickly.

Then when the bomb exploded and the shock wave swept over, he lay prone and rolled down the hillside.

A future that was being handcuffed: "..."

He became obedient and simply closed his eyes and lay down at the bottom of the small slope, emitting a faint resentment. "Don't tell me you know me when you go out next time, especially in neon. Don't even mention the time when you rolled me down the slope like a bear. Delete this incident from your memory, thank you."

Don’t let people who shouldn’t know know this!
Akai Shuichi looked towards the cabin and assessed the situation. He took out his phone and edited the report information while responding sarcastically, "I thought you would thank me, kind Messiah."

After editing the message, he glanced at the future again and asked, "Are you concerned about your image?"

...strange.

Isn't Yitiao Weilai always so arrogant that he almost holds a sign saying "Come and kill me if you dare"? When has he ever cared about his image?

"Things are different now," Ichijo Mirai replied calmly, "You and I have nothing in common now that you don't have a girlfriend."

He talks as if he has a girlfriend.

Akai Shuichi replied calmly: "I'm afraid you only have death, not a lover."

The phone rang, and he checked the new text message and explained the situation. "Judy and the others have rescued the victim. In the text message, she angrily scolded you for turning off your phone after sending the message thirteen lines, and told me in one line that I didn't need to repeat all the above, just the summary."

And really concluded: "You are nothing."

A future: "..."

I'm so sad. Not only did I fail to get my game back after dying, leaving me with a messy resume, but I was even attacked by my colleagues using relatively friendly words!
He sadly quits [FBI Newbie] and plans to have some fun.

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[Undercover Newcomer].

In the evening, the golden orange sunset shone warmly on the street. Toru Amuro got out of the car, carrying a box of cleaning supplies to the back door of a house with a normal expression. He calmly greeted the neighbor who was looking down from the second-floor window. After a brief conversation, he opened the door with his key and walked in with confidence.

From his self-assured and self-righteous manner as if he were the owner, no one could tell that he was actually an uninvited guest who sneaked in while the owner was away.

But he was just an 'uninvited guest' and not a 'thief' who was a stranger to the owner, because he knew the owner of the house: 'Kujo Mirai'.

His dear classmate, admired goal, partner who fought side by side with him, deceased friend, and current colleague.

Or to use a more mainstream name within the organization: 'Satan'.

(End of this chapter)