Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 403: Game in Progress ②
There is no doubt that "Satan" is absolutely a harm to society and the scum of mankind. If there really is a hell in the world, he deserves to be cut into pieces by the executioner.

But 'Nine Futures' is different.

Toru Amuro has met him, knows him, and understands him.

...or think you know him.

When he turned the doorknob to open the door, Toru Amuro took a deep breath and slowly let go. He picked up the cleaning tools and pushed the door open, then paused after closing the door with his heel.

Unexpected.

The interior decoration style of this house was really beyond his expectations. It was neither the minimalist, depressing black and white or bloody style that was more in line with the character of "Satan", nor the military dormitory style that "Messiah" always expressed, which showed that he didn't care about the residence at all. On the contrary, it was very warm.

The entire tone of the room is composed of white, blue and pink. The white ones are the walls, tables, chairs and dolls. The blue ones are the carpet, curtains fluttering in the wind and dolls. The pink ones are the roses and dolls.

Yes, doll.

After staring at it for a few seconds, Toru Amuro couldn't help but reveal a strange expression. After ruling out the ridiculous guess that 'people always change, and in the blink of an eye, a few years have passed, and his dear classmate has grown from a jerk who used the dormitory as a check-in point in the police academy and hardly went back home except for sleeping every day to a warm and nice man' and the even more ridiculous guess that 'he will live with a girl in the future', his first thought was:

Could it be that the person he saw was not his resurrected classmate, but "Satan"?
As for why Satan's residence looks like a couple living together...

Recalling that the owner of this house hardly ever lived here, although he would come every two or three days, which was a very high frequency, but he would leave after staying for half an hour each time, Amuro Toru was uncertain and tried to guess at "Satan" with the most despicable thoughts: Could there be a girl locked up in the house?

Kind of unrealistic.

But it is much more realistic than "a future in which one is living with a lover".

Toru Amuro calmly went through the entire house and found that apart from the kitchen, balcony and bathroom, there were actually only three rooms in this two-story house that were used, two of which were study rooms and one was the master bedroom.

Master bedroom with double bed.

There is carpet on the floor, furry animal slippers are placed beside the bedroom door, and the sheets and quilt covers in the master bedroom are also in the shape of cute cartoon animals.

The layout of the two study rooms is the same, but one of them is similar to the layout of the entire house, that is, all the corners are covered with soft fabrics of the same color. This goes without saying: this house has two owners.

Two brand new sets of toiletries in the bathroom confirmed this unbelievable fact.

And there was no basement in the house, no basement to lock people up.

So, eliminating all impossibilities, there is only one truth: even if the hostess of this house has never appeared, and the host only comes back for more than half an hour every one or two days, this is also the home of a couple in love.

‘Satan’…

'Nine Futures'...

Which of them looks like they could have a serious relationship?
Back in the master bedroom again, Toru Amuro lowered his head and looked at the furry slippers that were specially placed at the door. One pair of the furry slippers was a rabbit. It was holding a carrot, with its two ears standing up obediently, looking at the uninvited guest innocently.

Toru Amuro: "..."

There is no need to say much about 'Satan'. Any Tokyo resident who remembers what he did can conclude without hesitation that he is not a normal person.

Even if they are not born with antisocial personality, they will more or less have various strange mental illnesses, so that their brains are completely abnormal.

What about 'Nine Futures'?

...Actually, he is not that normal. Although he is not as abnormal as 'Satan', he is still somewhat normal. But at least the description of 'mentally ill' is not a complete slander for him, but is quite pertinent.

For example, he actually has no idea how to make friends.

Even the friendship seemed to be something he had slowly learned after living and dying together with them for several months. Even before he died in the line of duty, he had not yet learned anything deeper than friendship. He began to acknowledge that they were friends and initially and hesitantly sent out some signals acknowledging that they were friends.

Can such a person really fall in love? Even though he himself has shown unusual interest in this, it still makes people feel surprised every time they hear it.

Ichijo dares to talk about the future, even Toru Amuro doesn't dare to think about it.

It took him more than ten seconds to calm himself down and he took a deep breath. He had to admit that if this was a show of force, then his dear classmate had done a great success. When he came here, his mind was in a mess, thinking about various problems such as the mystery of his identity and the mystery of his death. Now his thoughts were also in a mess, but most of his thoughts were about completely different things.

He left the bedroom and went to the study, which had no soft, bump-proof cushions.

The reason why the same layout makes it look much more monotonous and cold than the other study room is not only because of the anti-smudge effect, but also because of the densely packed books on the bookshelf. Most of those books are related to the case, including criminal psychology and anatomy. The only exception is probably a row of chicken soup books in the upper middle part. Judging from the titles, they probably advise people not to get angry often and to let go.

Except for the chicken soup book, the plastic layer of other books has not been removed. At a glance, Toru Amuro can easily tell that they are absolutely brand new.

he:"……"

If it is a future story, then Toru Amuro can understand why the chicken soup book is unsealed.

Perhaps it was contrary to the original intention of the creator. Those books were not a way to comfort oneself in the future, but a second fatal attack after raising other people's blood pressure. On the surface, they advised others to calm down and comfort others, but in fact, they happily raised their blood pressure again. There was a computer and a black notebook on the desk. Amuro Toru moved his eyes away from the bookshelf and walked over silently to check the computer first. After finding the password, he picked up the notebook.

He flipped through it, closed it, and opened it again, as if to confirm, "...diary?"

This is a diary, but it has no date on it, only the day of the week.

【On Wednesday, eat delicious food. 】

【Saturday, eat delicious food. 】

【Friday, eat delicious food. 】

[Monday, no, I can't go on like this, I'm a member of the organization! ]

[Wednesday, eat delicious food.

Why are all the restaurants in Tokyo delicious? Oh, the ones I picked are not delicious, but the ones Ms. Suzuki picked are delicious. 】

【Friday, eat delicious food. 】

[On Wednesday, Ms. Suzuki found another gourmet restaurant. I think we can develop her into an insider of the organization.]

There are a few extra paragraphs marked in pencil at the bottom of this page: [I will tear it up and rewrite it later. Recently, I have been working hard to develop the great Miss Suzuki into an insider of the organization, and I haven’t eaten any delicious food. ]

【Tuesday, beat someone up.】

[On Friday, Ms. Suzuki didn't know that I beat someone up. Very good. It's a different era now and she still plays the game of bullying girls just because she likes them. She deserves to be beaten up.]

Toru Amuro: "..."

"........."

He stared at the diary for a long time and found that he seemed to not know Japanese, otherwise how could he see some incomprehensible words?

Haha, you're crazy.

Toru Amuro easily judged his own condition, so he calmed down with relief and continued reading.

[On Saturday, I wrote a long enough story and asked Ms. Suzuki whether it was credible.

Probably because she was too tired, Ms. Suzuki dozed off for a while, with her eyes open and not saying anything. She woke up a few minutes later and said, "…But although I was never bullied in high school, I did have conflicts with my classmates. One classmate deliberately slapped the blackboard eraser in my direction, and we had a fight, but he was actually a nice person and called me that night to sincerely apologize."

So I suddenly felt sleepy too, dozed off for a few seconds without saying anything, and then woke up and said, "It's just a transition word, right?"

[Ms. Suzuki said that the address was wrong. I didn't know her in high school, so I should have called her 'Ms. Suzuki'. Just change it. 'However' is actually a twist to this harmless little flaw.

I believe it. 】

[Are you satisfied, you shameless bastard who coldly and heartlessly snoops into other people's privacy and concludes that they can't fall in love and secretly asks others if their girlfriends are threatened? ]

Toru Amuro: "..."

When he read the first half, he clearly felt that he was really crazy, and that was why he misread the diary into such an impossible content. When he read the last paragraph, his reason suddenly returned, and he tensed his body to turn the last page of the diary:
【Mr. Zhufu.】

Zhu... Zhu Fu classmate?
There was a movement coming from the window. Almost instinctively, Amuro Toru, who was once again at a loss, looked up subconsciously and met the eyes of the future who appeared silently on the windowsill.

After not seeing each other for a long time, Ichijo Mirai was still exactly the same as in Fūya Rei's memory. He seemed to have walked out from the depths of his memory. Except for his hair being a little longer than before, there was no other change. A wooden bracelet sign hung on his right hand that was holding the window frame. The wooden sign swayed in the air, revealing both sides.

【quality】

[Very high]

The highly educated Ichijo Mirai showed a very subtle expression of surprise, as if he had not noticed that Furuya Rei was thrown into confusion by the random punches. He just raised his head and greeted as if nothing had happened, "Hi, Furuya-san."

He asked, "Why is it you?"

Jianggu Ling: "..."

First of all, this guy who was pretending to be surprised but was actually skillfully adjusting his blood pressure was definitely a bastard he knew.

Secondly...

Aren’t there too many slots?!

(End of this chapter)