Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 407 My Terrible Wife ③
It's a future.

It really is a future.

Suzuki Sonoko closed her eyes, opened them, and closed them again. After repeating this several times, she turned around and looked around. She did not find any other creatures that looked like humans on the floor of the living room, nor did she see any other life forms that might be male. She had to hesitantly write the equation: 'My boyfriend is at home' + 'Mr. Future is at home' = 'My boyfriend is Mr. Future'?
Eh, is this true or false?

She was even more unconvinced than to fight Sukuna. After repeatedly confirming and reaffirming for a long time, she sat on the carpet with her legs crossed in amazement and looked at the future more carefully.

He was lying on the sofa with his ankles pressed against the sofa's handles. He was wearing a black suit and covered with a fluffy white blanket. The blanket only reached his shoulders, not covering his calm lips and slightly furrowed brows. He looked like an elite who would appear on TV. In the next second, he would frown and open his eyes when a hurried rookie broke into the office, and would arm wrestle with the protagonist to the inexplicably burning BGM of the Japanese drama. Compared with his wanton and ostentatious youth, he looked much more mature.

But it's very tiring.

Suzuki Sonoko had seen him in his high-spirited state, a kind of demeanor that made him look so high-spirited even when he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. But now, she felt a barely perceptible tiredness.

Even though there was no evidence of fatigue on Yi Tiao Wei Li's body, and there were no traces of bruises on his face, and his complexion looked healthy and normal, she still intuitively felt a kind of fatigue that she could not resist. But it was understandable when she thought about it: although she didn't know why she was so powerful that she won Yi Tiao Wei Li, and she didn't know how much he liked her, but since he agreed to be her lover, even if he didn't love her deeply, he must like her.

The person you love dies and then "resurrects" every day. Faced with such a thrilling thing that normal people cannot accept, it is normal for Ichijo to feel tired.

Thinking so, and looking at it for a while, Suzuki Sonoko's eyes began to wander around, looking at the sky, the earth, and the air. Her face was still normal, but her ears were silently warming up. After a moment, she finally convinced herself, and carefully half-knelt down, supported her elbows on the edge of the sofa, and looked at Ichimi Mirai from a close distance. She found that he was sleeping soundly and his breathing was shallow, so shallow that she could hardly notice it even if she stared at him without blinking.

I'm not pretending to sleep, I'm really sleeping.

When Ichijo Mirai pretended to be asleep, his breathing would intentionally become heavier than that of a normal person. After Suzuki Sonoko made this judgment, she became confused.

Most people who meet Ichijo Mirai for the first time probably think that he is a very enthusiastic person with no sense of boundaries. He has no sense of boundaries and can easily put his arm around strangers' shoulders and say some messed up words in an intimate tone, such as "Are you a new police academy student? Me too. What does your expression mean now? Please take it back immediately. To be honest, I should be the one to suspect that you are a criminal. After all, you are the one who handcuffed someone's wrist right at the beginning. You look like you are having a lot of fun and are proficient in unhealthy play. Are you really not an adult who just bought a set of ** clothes online? But the blonde hair is real, and it can't be pulled down."

After spending some time with him, a small number of people will find that he is actually warm on the outside but cold on the inside. He may greet you warmly when you meet for the first time, and also greet you warmly when you meet for the second time, and greet you warmly every time you meet for the third and fourth time, but in fact he doesn't remember who you are at all and doesn't care at all. This is the most painful thing. He obviously has an incredible memory, but he doesn't care so much that he is too lazy to even recall and treats people as strangers.

After enduring such indifferent treatment and spending some time together and becoming true friends, a very small number of people will discover that he is actually quite warm-hearted. He is extremely tolerant of people he agrees with without any limits, not even to the point of helping to deal with the situation if someone he agrees with kills someone.

Such different attitudes mixed together made him like a piece of hard bread with puffs in the middle. The softer and sweeter the 'puffs' were, the colder, harder and crispier the 'bread' was.

The most obvious point is that when he is sleeping, the slightest movement will wake him up, even if there is a car passing by a few hundred meters away. Many times, Suzuki Sonoko actually suspected that he was just pretending to sleep to hook her with his eyes closed, but she also felt that this cat-like method of taking time to sleep was quite promising.

But now, from opening the door to repeatedly scanning the future with his eyes, Suzuki Sonoko has been in his alert range for about half an hour, but he is still sleeping soundly, with no sign of waking up. This is obviously abnormal.

Suzuki Sonoko's alarm bells rang. She barely tore her gaze away from Ichijo Mirai's quiet face, gathered her strength, and used the detective knowledge she had just learned recently, and began to look around vigilantly again.

Soon, she found a glass of water on the coffee table.

It was an ordinary glass with less than one-third of water in it. It was not boiled water, but rather turbid water as if a lot of sugar had been added. It was so turbid that traces of water were left on the glass, starting from about half a finger joint down the rim of the glass and spreading to one-third of the way down. This showed that the glass was very full at the beginning.

Suzuki Sonoko picked up the cup of water, lowered her head and sniffed it, smelling a bitter medicinal smell. She put the cup down and rummaged through the small drawer under the coffee table, where she found a box of sleeping pills.

The medicine was in capsule form, and I had already finished half of the plate. There was a scratch on the edge of the plate where the capsule had been taken out. It looked like the person who took the medicine scratched it with his fingernail without paying much attention.

After staring at the scratches for a while, Suzuki Sonoko tried to find a future hand. An adult male's hand was several times larger than hers. When she held it, she subconsciously inserted her fingers into it, and only half-lifted his hand when their fingers were almost intertwined.

A future finger was placed on the back of her hand, with the fingertips exposed. Like a cat's claws when it is not snapping, the nails were very short, so short that they could not leave a scratch on the medicine plate.

In contrast, Suzuki Sonoko's nails are relatively long, and when she uses her fingertips to press out the capsule, she will scratch the medicine plate if she is not careful.

Then she understood: No wonder Yitiao Weili slept so soundly and without any defense, it turned out that he took sleeping pills. No wonder he took sleeping pills, it turned out that 'she' fed them.

Maybe she also noticed that he was very tired. There was nothing she could do about it. Suzuki Sonoko could just intuitively sense some of his conditions.

After solving the problem, she came out of her alert state, and then something suddenly became clear: her hand interlocked with hers.

Maybe because she was sleeping under a blanket and the air conditioner was on in the room, Ichijo Mirai's body temperature was higher than Suzuki Sonoko's. The back of her hand was originally cooler, so she could clearly feel the warm fingertips on the back of her hand, and could even more clearly feel the hand intertwined with her fingers.

Her fever quickly heated up and her face suddenly turned red. She subconsciously stood up on the spot, but sat down again halfway because she was still holding hands. She could only sit on the sofa restlessly and convince herself: Man, well, he is my boyfriend, what's wrong with holding hands!
So even though the temperature was still rising, Suzuki Sonoko opened her eyes and pretended nothing had happened. Soon, she let out a light "ah", feeling the soft touch of her fingers and palms, and lowered her head to look carefully at a future hand.

As a bodyguard, a future hand is dangerous. He is proficient in many weapons, and accordingly, his hands are covered with various calluses. They are not very hard, but because Suzuki Sonoko's hands are usually only used to touch books and hold pens, when she occasionally shakes hands, she will feel a slight itch in the places where they are held. Every time, she has to try hard to blink and straighten her face to hide the slight feeling in her heart.

But that was a long time ago. Ever since Ichijo Mirai resigned as a bodyguard and disappeared for a while, he was stopped by Suzuki Sonoko on the street and reinstated. He seemed to be very careful about some things. Even in occasional situations such as climbing, skiing, etc., as long as he did not wear gloves, he would no longer hold Suzuki Sonoko's hand.

There were only a few exceptions, such as when she was handcuffed by a blonde police academy freshman on the street. Suzuki Sonoko still vaguely remembered that after the misunderstanding was resolved, the other party said provocatively when he let go of her hand, "Are you a police academy student? Your hands don't say that." He probably meant that a future hand covered with calluses looked like a specially trained criminal.

But now, the hand that Suzuki Sonoko was holding did not have a single callus. She even felt that a future hand felt similar to her own, like a student's hand, a student who did not even have calluses.

She was stunned for a moment, and repeatedly looked at and stroked the hand of her future self, but still did not find any calluses. However, she unexpectedly found a circle of marks at the base of his ring finger, which was suspected to be the mark of a ring.

The circle of mark was very faint, so faint that Suzuki Sonoko had to observe carefully to see it, and she was still a little unsure. She just leaned over to identify it more carefully, when the hand she was holding suddenly moved and held her back.

Ichijou sat up.

He was obviously not fully awake yet, his eyes were half open, and his brows were even more furrowed than when he was asleep. After a few seconds, he realized that it was Suzuki Sonoko in front of him, and then he relaxed. So before he fully opened his eyes, he smiled, "Good morning."

"Morning," Suzuki Sonoko was hugged before she could finish her words. She smelled the mint scent on Mirai's body, and was startled. She rubbed his neck silently, "Good morning,"

"Mr. Future."

They hugged each other briefly for a few breaths, and perhaps feeling the hot temperature of Suzuki Sonoko's cheek, Ichijo Mirai let go of her and loosened his hand at the same time.

He glanced at Suzuki Sonoko's blue skirt uniform, checked the temperature of the air conditioner, and then said, "It's winter now, do you want to change clothes first? The cloakroom is over here."

The cloakroom was converted by connecting two guest bedrooms, and it can barely accommodate Suzuki Sonoko's clothes for all seasons. The clothes are not only classified according to the season, but also subdivided according to the materials. There are signs hung on the closet doors, which are simple and easy to understand. Even people who enter the cloakroom for the first time can easily find the clothes they want.

Passing by a closet with a furry rabbit sign hanging on it, which was probably used to store furs, Suzuki Sonoko walked to the back and opened the closet with the sign "Sakura". She saw the children's clothes hanging inside. She looked at Ichijo Mirai who had followed her in and found that the smile on his face had deepened. She felt something was wrong, "Wait, that won't be..."

"I'm sorry," Ichijo Mirai tried to hold back his laughter, "I just took care of four-year-old Suzuki a while ago. Thanks to Ms. Maori's enthusiastic help, otherwise the lovely Suzuki might have secretly asked me for the seventh time if I was a fox."

“Maybe it’s because I’m too reliable.”

The current Ichijo Mirai is a very gentlemanly adult in every move. When he follows Suzuki Sonoko in, he stretches out his hand to help her block some debris. This is how he brings out the charm of a gentleman to the fullest. But unfortunately, Suzuki Sonoko has known him since she was a child, and she has seen this guy doing random harm to others with bad intentions. When she sees the bad guy suddenly acting like a human being, the child who is not good at hiding her emotions will of course be shocked.

Suzuki Sonoko: "..."

"By the way," Ichijo Mirai closed the closet door, made a gesture of invitation to Suzuki Sonoko, and led her to the winter clothing area, "Did you like to listen to stories like the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons when you were a child?"

"You never told me that before."

This was revealed by the four-year-old Suzuki. For some reason, while she quickly accepted the question "What, am I a memory fragment or have I traveled to the future?" without any surprise, she also firmly believed that "the future is a big-tailed fox."

Suzuki Sonoko again: "..."

“Ahaha, really?” She stammered, “Maybe I just loved watching it at the time, but now I’ve completely forgotten it!”

"Really?" Ichijo Future repeated this sentence, filtering out the guilty conscience and adding a strong smile, "Okay, let's pick out some clothes."

He opened the wardrobes in the winter clothing area one by one and asked, "By the way, you are a sophomore this year, right? The date is not a reference... What was the most recent murder case you encountered?"

The first half of the sentence, judging from the literal meaning, is uncertain, but his tone is very certain. Obviously, before Suzuki Sonoko opened her mouth to say when she was born, he had already guessed a rough idea, but he was not sure about the exact time.

But, isn’t it not quite accurate to say it was a case?

There are so many cases every day. If she says "I encountered a murder while skiing", several cases will pop up in Suzuki Sonoko's mind instantly. This is only up to the second year of high school, not all of them. There are probably more murders in the third year of high school and college. With so many murders, the parties involved in the murders may not be able to remember clearly which murder happened at which time. Thinking of this, she changed her words: "Well... half a month ago, you said you would teach me to be a detective."

After a pause, she added, "Three days from now, you will take me to solve the first case, but you haven't told me the location yet."

This is so easy to time. Ichijo-Future said, "I didn't tell you the location because we don't need to set another one. You can try to solve the case wherever you and Ms. Maori are playing that day."

Suzuki Sonoko's eyes became rounder: "Huh?"

They spoke as if they were bound to encounter a murder.

The doubt was obvious, but after opening a row of wardrobes, Ichijo Mirai took a few steps back, as if he hadn't noticed the doubt and had no intention of explaining. He just changed the subject in a relaxed tone, "Today there is a fireworks festival in Tokyo."

"If you want to watch the fireworks, we can change clothes in the evening. Now," he said with a thoughtful look, "where do you want to go today?"

"Tokyo today may be different from what you imagine. If you're interested in going for a stroll or a tour, you'll be surprised."

Because of Miku's smile, Suzuki Sonoko judged without hesitation: it was 'a little different' and 'surprising' in a good way.

Her eyes lit up immediately, and she blurted out without thinking: "Date?!"

A future said: "If you like, of course."

"It can be a 'date' or a 'party'. Whatever it is, I hope you can have a good time today."

It will be fine in one day.

Be happy today, be happy tomorrow, be happy the day after tomorrow, and be happy every day that Suzuki Sonoko appears. The complete memory composed of different versions of her will be happy.

Serious things, proper things, trivial things, things about the future are all things that other couples who still have a future need to consider, and have nothing to do with him.

When Suzuki Sonoko was startled for a moment, Ichijo Mirai spoke up in advance: "The clothes are all clean, you change first, what do you want for breakfast?"

Clothes are not just outerwear, there are also underwear, and the underwear you wear is different in different seasons. In the eyes of Suzuki Sonoko, who has not yet formed a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with him, she probably regards him as a friend or brother who grew up with her. He does not plan to stay any longer and counts the breakfast items that can be ordered one by one: "Bread, jam, fried eggs, miso soup, rice..."

"Um," Suzuki Sonoko looked thoughtfully at the smiling Mirai Ichijo, and raised her hand obediently, "Is there a dessert shop nearby?"

"I'm craving dessert."

Medicine is bitter, dessert is sweet. This time it was Ichijo Mirai's turn to be stunned. He quickly realized why Suzuki Sonoko wanted to go to a dessert shop so early in the morning, and couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, let's go to the dessert shop."

"I'll go out and wait for you."

In fact, dessert shops don't open too early. They are usually open much later than the time when high school students go to school. It's not yet time for Suzuki Sonoko to go to school, so there's no need to rush. But Ichijo Mirai is waiting outside. Even if she goes out to the dessert shop now, she can only wait for the owner to open the door. She still wants to hurry out.

The clothes in the closet are all put together in sets, and each set reflects Suzuki Sonoko's aesthetic. Most of them are youthful, beautiful and cute. Suzuki Sonoko, a sophomore in high school, likes this style very much. However, after casually picking out a sweet girl outfit, she hesitated and chose a more mature one, which is a calf-length winter dress and black snow boots.

In fact, this set is not very mature, but it is already the most mature one in the closet. After changing, she turned around in front of the mirror a few times and estimated that she looked about eighteen or nineteen. Only when she was slightly satisfied did she push the door and go out.

A future on the sofa looked up.

He changed into a black casual suit, which looked like it could barely be used as a suit when doing serious work, or as a baseball uniform when relaxing. When Suzuki Sonoko first saw it, she thought she saw a future when she was seventeen or eighteen years old, and was somewhat happy that they thought the same thing. But when she looked at it more carefully, she was surprised, "Huh?"

Wait, how come without the suit, Ichijou Mirai doesn't just look like he's 17 or 18 years old, he actually looks like he's 17 or 18?!

It's not a human! It's a fox!

The reason why you are not allowed to touch my hands is probably because they are changing their fur!

No wonder the cunning fox could easily make her lose her mind!

Before Ichijo Mirai stood up and started to explain with a smile, Suzuki Sonoko held out her hand and said solemnly, "Okay, no need to explain, I've already guessed it all."

"In fact," she said, as deep as Romeo, who was reluctant to part with Juliet, "I have already guessed it!"

"..." It was hard for the Future to not laugh. "You should have told me earlier that you like weird legends. I think I would be happy to defend my own nationality."

"It's nothing. It's not a secret. I can tell you." He took the bag from Suzuki Sonoko. He didn't really not explain because she was pretending to be deep and he understood. "I accidentally took a drug during my resignation, so my body has undergone some changes. Specifically, injuries can heal faster, the pain gradually decreases to nothing, and the youth period lasts longer."

Eh? !

It sounds much more reasonable than "Ichijo Mirai is actually a fox", but Suzuki Sonoko looked at Ichijo Mirai's smiling face, and thought about his previous smile that made people's fists ache and ask for a punch, and felt that a fox was more reasonable.

Ichijo Future added: "Whether this was originally a good thing is debatable, but now it seems to be a very good thing."

Fortunately, while Suzuki Sonoko's "resurrection" continued, he seemed to have stopped time.

Is it really a good thing?
Suzuki Sonoko pushed open the door. She hesitated for a moment, and only asked after Ichijo Mirai closed the door: "Um, I, I died..."

How long?
If she had died a long, long time ago, although I'm glad that Ichijou still loves her, but...

Before he could finish the question, he was interrupted by the sound of quick and urgent footsteps, followed by a human voice, "Yeah, it's sunny today, nothing will happen, don't worry, we'll wait, hello!"

The middle-aged woman who came out of the house next door and was suspected to be their neighbor put down her phone. Her originally happy smile froze. For some reason, Suzuki Sonoko found that she was a little afraid of her. Not only did she look away when she bowed, but she also chose a future in the multiple-choice question where she had to look at one person. She stared at the ground near his shoes and apologized, "Did I disturb your beautiful morning? I'm so sorry!"

Because she felt that the neighbor seemed to be afraid of her, Suzuki Sonoko only supported him a few times and quickly denied it, "No, no."

"We were just about to go out, so we weren't disturbed," said Ichijo Mirai, and then asked, "It's seven o'clock now, what are your working hours?"

It's normal to go to work at seven o'clock, right? No need to ask, Suzuki Sonoko thought so, but she found that the atmosphere seemed to be a little tense, and the neighbor lady immediately explained anxiously, "No, no, no, it's not nine o'clock yet. My working time is nine o'clock. I just made an appointment with a friend to go out for breakfast."

"I also made plans to have dinner with a friend tonight," she added, explaining a bit too much. "It's not because I'm worried about safety or anything like that. Tokyo is very safe, and I get off work at 5 o'clock. I often leave early and don't leave late. It's just that my friend and I work in the same company so we have a good relationship and often hang out together."

The tense atmosphere seemed to loosen immediately. Yitiao Wei smiled and nodded, "I see. Good morning, Miss Linxia."

The elevator has arrived.

They walked into the elevator together and pressed the button for the first floor. Suzuki Sonoko looked left and right, and judged that Ichijou's attitude was normal, but the neighbor's attitude was a little too suspicious, which made her feel a little guilty. She wondered if she knew that she was "resurrected" every day, so she looked very scared but pretended not to be scared.

After hesitating for a moment, she tentatively asked, "Hey, Ms. Linxia, ​​do you start work at 9 am and get off work at 5 pm? Great!"

The atmosphere became tense again, even more tense than before.

The neighbor's face froze, as if Suzuki Sonoko had mentioned something sensitive. After a few seconds, she smiled. She was not at all puzzled as to why her neighbor didn't know her get off work schedule. She just said obediently, "Yes, it's actually not that bad. Tokyo now is not the Tokyo of the past. Everyone's get off work schedule is about the same, and the salary is much higher. Life is better now."

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and a future man walked out. His expression remained calm, and he was still smiling. "There are several dessert shops nearby. I'll search for them for you. You decide where we should go?"

He handed the phone to Suzuki Sonoko.

Suzuki Sonoko had no choice but to let the neighbor girl go and looked at the store photos and menus of three dessert shops on her mobile phone. She chose one and checked the business hours. She found that all three stores opened at 7 o'clock.

Perhaps guessing what she was surprised about from her green eyes that were wide open like a cat, Ichijo Mirai took the phone and explained casually with a normal expression, "It may be due to technological advancement or something like that. In recent years, Tokyo has undergone tremendous changes, including get off work and commuting hours. Accordingly, the opening and closing times of many stores have also changed."

"Then this one will do."

He took Suzuki Sonoko into the car and explained, "The attitude of Miss Linxia just now... Not many people know about you, but she is a neighbor and has seen you once or twice at different times. She should have some guesses, but she is not afraid of you."

“I am afraid of things that are beyond my understanding.”

Being scared of others is not a pleasant thing. Suzuki Sonoko came back to her senses from her contemplation, "It's nothing. I would also be scared if I met someone who could 'resurrect'."

Besides, she only had one day, so fear or something like that could only temporarily bypass her troubles and was not a problem at all.

The question is a future.

The car was still moving, and Suzuki Sonoko just leaned towards the driver's seat to look at the profile of Ichijo Mirai, and said carefully: "Mr. Mirai, you seem to have grown a lot, very different from before, very handsome."

The dessert shop wasn't far away. Yitiaowei parked the car and translated: "Do you mean it's very strange?"

"I can't help it. People always have to grow up after losing something." He didn't mean to hide it and leaned over to help Suzuki Sonoko unbuckle her seat belt. "I can continue to pretend to be the same as before, but even if there are no flaws, you will find out soon and you will be unhappy."

"It's not that strange actually," Suzuki Sonoko added sheepishly. After thinking for a while, she held out her hand when Ichijo Mirai came over to open the door and help her get out of the car. She whispered more sheepishly, "You are too human."

The previous future was a bit like not being a human, and a bit like not being a thing.

The current future is too well-dressed, it's almost too human.

From the time I woke up until now, there hasn't been a single 'future victim', not even one!

To other people, this is normal, a normal human behavior, but to Ichijo Mirai, this is simply a great mercy, an angel, and it will move the victims to tears and beg, "Whoever you are, please don't get off this damn thing!"

This description is a bit exaggerated, but Suzuki Sonoko really saw a rare moment of peace in the future, but was looked at suspiciously by a classmate who suspected that he must be plotting something.

A future: "..."

"Thank you for the compliment?" He said as if jokingly, "Maybe I'm not causing trouble for everyone now because I've already done it? It's very likely that you're the only one who thinks I'm a good person, and everyone else would yell at me and say I'm a piece of shit, a dog, a demon, a devil, or something like that."

"Okay," Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help laughing. As she was about to walk into the dessert shop, she noticed something, "Hey, there are so few people on the street?"

There were very few people on the street, scattered here and there, only two or three pedestrians. In comparison, there were quite a lot of cars, about seven or eight.

Another thing that caught Suzuki Sonoko's attention was that there was a huge tall screen erected on the street, which was broadcasting the morning weather. Subtitles were displayed at the bottom of the screen, and the host was saying something like "It's sunny today."

As she walked along, she saw several of these large screens, as if there was one on every street.

This is very strange. Big screens are not street necessities like street lamps. Generally, there won't be anything that needs big screens, right? But the few pedestrians on the street stopped when the news was played on the screen. Even the passing vehicles slowed down, as if they were paying attention to very important information. Suzuki Sonoko, who was paying attention to pedestrians and vehicles, looked at the screen for a while and said nothing. She thought, "I go to work at 9 o'clock and get off work at 5 o'clock." Before Ichijo Mirai smiled and gave a reasonable explanation, she convinced herself, "Sure enough, many people haven't woken up yet, right? I said, if it weren't for the early start of work and school, people wouldn't wake up that early."

Ichijo Mirai nodded in agreement, "Yes."

There are staff in the dessert shop.

After sitting down by the window, Suzuki Sonoko flipped through the menu and ordered a dessert. Then she was surprised to find that after taking the menu, Mirai Ichijo did not order anything. Instead, she stood up and walked towards the kitchen. "OK, please wait a moment. I'll be quick. Breakfast dessert will be here soon."

The staff at the dessert shop also looked unsurprised. They respectfully stepped aside and turned back to ask, "Excuse me, miss, what would you like to drink?"

Suzuki Sonoko: “!!!”

"No, no, thank you," she replied half a beat slowly, and only uttered the interjection "Wow" after the staff left.

After leaving and returning to work, the reason given by Yitiao Mirai was "Why did you suddenly leave for a while? Ah, my aunt opened a dessert shop in Tokyo, and she said there were too many customers, so she wanted me to help." Suzuki Sonoko believed it, but she had never seen him make desserts!

Now, watching Mr. Future skillfully making desserts in the transparent kitchen from a distance, she once again confirmed herself: It turns out that Mr. Future really did not lie to her.

Wow.

After holding her head and watching for a while, she heard a knock on the glass from the side. Suzuki Sonoko turned around and saw a person standing outside the glass window of the dessert shop.

He was a man who looked to be in his twenties or thirties, with black hair, a good temper, and a smile on his face. He was holding up a cell phone, and on the screen was a sentence: [Excuse me, is the food in this dessert shop good? ]

【Thanks. 】

Eh?
Suzuki Sonoko felt that this passerby seemed a little familiar. She looked at the screen of her mobile phone, then looked at the passerby's face, and searched hard in her mind. Finally, she found out why she felt familiar: once, when Ichijo Mirai was handcuffed on the spot by a blond and sour-faced guy, this black-haired passerby stood aside. He turned his head to comfort the blond and sour-faced guy, and then turned his head to comfort Ichijo Mirai who also had a sour face. From time to time, he had to take the time to try to unlock the handcuffs, looking extremely embarrassed.

What's worse is that it seems that he was retaliated by a future...

Thinking back to this, Suzuki Sonoko also remembered the name of the victim: Morobushi Kagemitsu.

(End of this chapter)