Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 41 is included!

[The ninth school entrance examination].

Matsuda Jinpei is standing in a military posture.

This year's police academy has many different rules than before. The entrance examination is divided into two parts: 50-meter shooting and military stance.

The freshmen did not gather in advance and rush to the police academy together. The order of shooting and standing in military positions was arranged according to the time they arrived at the police academy. Matsuda Jinpei was the first group to arrive earlier and stood in the second row.

He had short, fluffy black hair and kept his eyes closed while keeping his mouth shut, "There's still half an hour."

No one in the army spoke.

But Matsuda Jinpei heard Hagiwara Kenji’s voice, “Someone new is here.”

He glanced at the door of the police academy with his peripheral vision and saw the instructor who introduced himself as 'Onitsuka' at the beginning walking quickly with a new student.
The newcomer is dressed in black, has black hair, and has a pair of red eyes. He is looking at the instructor with a smile, nodding from time to time to indicate that he heard.

Onizuka Hazo had a straight face and was still saying something. Matsuda Jinpei vaguely heard some harsh shooting rules. When they first heard about it, most of them were surprised and repulsed, even if they accepted it without objection. There will be some confusion.

The reason is simple: pistol shooting 50 meters.

Not to mention the freshmen of the police academy, even the graduates of the police academy would find it difficult to shoot a target 50 meters away with a compact police gun.

Moreover, 50 meters is beyond the high-precision range of police guns. Using police guns to hit criminals 50 meters away will not kill them. This is a meaningless and simply embarrassing attempt to enter the school assessment.

If the first batch had not arrived and witnessed a new student miss ten shots, but the instructor reluctantly recognized him after carefully checking his name and asking about his family situation, and drove him away without following the rules, Matsuda Jinpei would have even doubted this new generation of the police academy. Plan to implement elite education.

There are at most 20 people in one session.

Because of this, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the newcomer: the instructor was obviously in a difficult position, and wanted to give him some color and show off his power, but this newcomer was still able to laugh. Either he had never touched a gun and didn't know how difficult it was, or his marksmanship was excellent. Or he just has a good temper.

After taking a closer look, I saw the problem.

"The gun he chose was the one I used." Matsuda Jinpei said without speaking, "There is something wrong with the rifling."

He pretended to stand in a military posture without looking away, but his attention was entirely focused on the newcomer.

The newcomer didn't seem to notice, standing in front of the shooting line, still nodding patiently, smiling at Onitsuka Hazo, looking good-tempered.

Still no one spoke in the military posture formation, but Matsuda Jinpei heard a voice from behind, "Is the gun you used when shooting a defective gun?"

He glanced over from the corner of his eye and saw that it was a somewhat impressive young man with black hair. He reported in at about the same time as him. When he entered the queue, he introduced himself as 'Zhu Fu Jingguang'.

The entrance examination is very difficult, and there are only a handful of freshmen who truly pass the fifth ring or above, and Zhu Fu Jingguang is one of them.

But Matsuda Jinpei remembered Zhufu Jingguang not because of his shooting skills, but because Zhufu Jingguang came with a blond guy.

He didn't say anything and replied: "Well, the rifling is offset."

"No wonder you clearly hit the target at the beginning, but suddenly missed the target in the middle, and didn't hit again until the end," Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly realized, "It turns out that the rifling was offset."

Matsuda Jinpei: "I reported to the instructor."

But the instructors obviously didn't believe in the new students, so they naturally didn't deal with it.

He judged that if the newcomer was good at shooting, he would probably be like him. When it was finally determined that there was something wrong with the gun, the chances were running out.

Matsuda Jinpei looked at the newcomer from a distance and heard another voice, "He seems to know Instructor Onizuka?"

laughing all the time.

And it was a very gentle and friendly smile, inexplicably...

If I had to describe it, Matsuda Jinpei, who has been very keen on criminals since he was a child, can only think of: adults versus children, gunmen versus defenseless people, criminals versus ordinary people.

It’s a smile that’s not malicious, but it’s also not equitable.

It seems that as long as the newcomer is willing, he can get rid of the instructor, so no matter how harsh the instructor is, he is like an adult facing a child who clenches his fists hard. He will only feel a little amused and will not really get angry.

This subtle feeling was just a fleeting illusion. Matsuda Jinpei dismissed this obviously unrealistic illusion and couldn't help paying attention to the newcomer.

He glanced at the speaker and saw that it was the blond and brown guy, "Maybe."

After a short conversation, under their gazes, the newcomer exchanged a few words with Onizuka Hazo with a smile, and then raised his gun.

Matsuda Jinpei's eyes narrowed slightly.

When normal people shoot, the first moment they raise their gun is to aim at the target. Regardless of whether they can aim it or not, they will have this instinctive action.But not the newcomers.

"His gun-raising posture was not standard and had not been trained by the police, but it was similar to the police's gun-raising posture. He had seen the police fire and did not imitate it unintentionally or intentionally."

"He was standing in the same position as when I was shooting," Matsuda Jinpei said faster. "The muzzle of the gun was too high and it couldn't hit it. He was not aiming at the target."

He recalled the scene he saw while standing in front of the shooting line, and at the same time moved his gaze to glance, a little surprised, "...flag?"

Not far from the target is the flag of the police academy.

The flag hangs quietly, stable when there is no wind, and is exactly in a straight line with the target, but much higher.

After just one glance, Matsuda Jinpei immediately shifted his gaze back to the newcomer, just in time to see the newcomer's muzzle tremble slightly.

The movement of the hands on the clock is fixed. Each time it jumps, it only jumps a fixed distance, and the rhythm of the jump is also fixed.

The newcomer is moving the muzzle of his gun downward rhythmically, just like the hands on a clock.

There was no longer a smile on his face, he raised the gun seriously and calmly, staring into the distance intently, and suddenly fired while Matsuda Jinpei held his breath.

"Oh!"

It's the first shot.

In the distance, the target remained motionless.

The flag in a straight line with the target was originally more stable, but when the gunfire sounded, it fluttered in the wind.

Immediately, the flag lost its shackles and fell to the ground, like a withered and dead leaf.

Newcomer: "Ten rings."

He didn't pay attention to the flag that landed, didn't listen to the scorer near the target reporting the score, and only fired once. Then he removed the magazines, put them in Onitsuka Yazo's hands, and smiled again, "Gun."

"Instructor, can I get my watch? Have I entered the queue?"

……Why?Just one shot?And the flag...

Not only Onizuka Yazo, but all the police academy students in the military formation who stared at the newcomers were stunned for a moment.

50 meters away, the recorder didn't hear anything, so he wasn't at a loss. He was only angry when he saw the flag fall to the ground. He took the time to sprint and pick up the flag first, "Hey! Flag!"

He came back angrily, looked at the target, and reported from a distance: "Ten rings!"

The whole place was silent.

After a few seconds, there was finally a voice. Someone in the military team spoke. More than one person subconsciously made a sound in surprise. The voices overlapped and intertwined into incredible murmurs.

"Ten, ten rings?!"

A shot?Ten rings?Are you using a gun with a defective rifling?
And he also hit the flag’s rope!
Really, really? !
Someone whispered in disbelief: "You're lying, right?"

The tone is full of doubts about life.

As an instructor, Onizuka Hazo was even more unbelievable.

He subconsciously looked at the sound, then looked back, looking at the newcomer steadily, quite solemnly, "You have practiced for more than ten years..."

He paused.

Matsuda Jinpei paid more attention to the past, and clearly saw Onizuka Hazo hesitated for a moment. In the end, he did not finish what he just said, but lowered his head and reloaded the gun, "Yeah."

"It's good if you can shoot."

"Good marksmanship."

Onizuka Yazo handed out a watch with a countdown of three hours and looked at the newcomer deeply, "But it is not easy for you to become a police officer."

He made a solemn face, raised his voice and called out the newlywed's registered name, "Kujo Mirai,"

"Enter!"

(End of this chapter)