Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 410 Animal World ②

Belmode: "..."

She didn't turn her head to look at Gin, but pretended to yawn, turned over in her bed and arched her body, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with laughing out loud, because it was Rum who was in trouble anyway, and even if Gin got angry and bit her, he wouldn't bite her first. She had enough time to calmly slip away.

Holding back laughter is just a habit.

——If you smile, you will be retaliated in the future. Most of the time, you would just open your sharp mouth and let out a sharp laugh, and be pounced on the face by a claw in the next second. Sometimes, before you even laugh out loud, the claws of the elusive, wise and powerful cadres have already appeared in front of you.

Yes, a future, yes, a wise and powerful cadre.

A future is a red fox that suddenly appeared in the wilderness. He looked only three or four months old at the time. Although he was young, he exuded a faint sense of death. He lay on the ground every day, pretending to be a corpse anytime and anywhere. After lying there for a few days and still not dead, he was too hungry, so he slowly stood up and went to eat at other people's houses.

When the lions were eating, he would calmly walk over, squeeze in between the lions and start to eat. After taking a bite, he would hesitate for a long time, wanting to spit out something or not. His movements were very similar to the fox's evil grin, as if he was eating for free and mocking the hunter who had worked hard for half a day to catch something unpalatable. He would often lick a few mouthfuls of flesh and blood and then turn away dejectedly. His whole process was smooth and flowing, leaving the animals being fed with free food stunned.

He is asking for death.

But he didn't die.

Because he often pretended to be a corpse, carrion-eating crows would often gather near him, intending to wait until he was completely dead so they could come up and take a few bites, but they never got their chance. After a long wait, most of the crows saw through this cold-blooded crow fisherman and refused to come again. But there were exceptions, such as the new crows and the crow leader.

The leader was naturally not a stupid crow who would voluntarily take the bait. He had already set his eyes on this strange fox when Yi Yiwei lay down on the ground for the third time to eat the cheetah's food, forcing the other party to be at a loss and could only lick its fur on the spot and pretend to be busy. After observing it for a while, he decisively made a twisting sound.

...and was quickly killed by the fox.

Now, the crow's nest belongs to the fox, and the crow's little brothers also belong to the fox. The crow's position is not the fox's. He shook his nose and pushed a wild boar to his position.

Vermouth suspected that he considered two points when choosing the puppet leader:
1. Smelly.

2. Mentally retarded.

As an unconventional fox, in addition to looking listless when eating flesh and blood as if he was swallowing the food from hell, Yi Tiao Future also has many strange habits. For example, he never licks his fur, nor does he allow other animals to lick his fur, let alone lick other animals' fur. When he sees other animals licking each other's fur, he will even arch his body again to determine whether to vomit or not.

For example, he didn't like drinking water from the river. When everyone was drinking water, he would just stare at his front paws in the water for a long time, as if he was pondering some mystery of the universe.

For example, he often took a bath and went into the river almost every day. His already narrow and long fox eyes would always be narrowed as if he was dead. He would only open his eyes occasionally when he saw a fish coming to peck at him, and the feeling of dying became even stronger.

Once, he just came out of the river and shook off the water. After shaking off the water, he looked at Gin who was licking his fur and thought for a while. As if he had made up his mind, he slowly turned his head and licked the fur above his paws. Without even a second of pause, he arched his body again as if he wanted to spit out water, and even chased Gin angrily and pulled cotton for a while.

All these behaviors are incomprehensible to animals and can only be classified as quirks. Every time a Mirai shows a quirk, Vermouth wants to laugh. For example, he just finished taking a bath and came out of the river. He looked at the animals who were drinking water leisurely. The animals were still drinking water and gave him a silent question mark. He obviously did nothing, but he couldn't stand it and paddled to the other side to the shore.

For example, as soon as the animal bodyguards in the organization marked a new territory, he turned around and ran two miles away. After several times, the animals in the organization were forced to give up the behavior of marking territory.

For example, he could actually make a fire! He would wag his tail happily while squatting in front of the evil flames! He could even roast food in the fire!

Of course, even if the great cadre is suspected of having a connection with the evil fire and is regarded as a devil by the frightened animals, Vermouth cannot laugh. She has to sit upright and occasionally catch a few fish and stuff white paper strips into the fish's stomach to please the cadre.

Over time, Vermouth has developed high emotional intelligence, and it is still the same now. After turning over and yawning, she seemed to be busy licking her fur.

The room was silent. She didn't look up. After listening for more than ten seconds, Rum spoke again. It was obvious that his intelligence had returned. Even his tone was weaker. "I was condemning that bastard."

"How can you take an animal to bathe every day?"

He was very angry. "Washing rats and dogs is fine, but washing wild boars! He would hook down any passing bird and wash it! Who first..."

This is a delicate topic.

Even if Rum didn't mean to do it, the 'innocent passing bird' swept through the organization, and even swept through Mr. Crow, whose body had been dead for a long time and had begun to stink.

"Rum," Belmode stopped busying herself. She sat up and stared coldly at Rum with her narrow fox eyes. "Be careful with your words."

After the room suddenly turned cold for a few seconds, she raised her lips and smiled again, "Have you finished your annual meeting to recall the bitter past and think of the sweet past?"

The conference to recall the bitter past and cherish the sweet past was specially organized for Rum by the generous, kind-hearted cadre. He allowed Rum to choose one day every year to vent his grievances, recall the oppression and pain he had suffered during this period, and look forward to a better future that might not exist.

What if Yitiao Wei suddenly died? Then Rum would have a happy ending after all the suffering!
This is what Ichijo Mirai said, and Vermouth did not comment on it, just as she did not comment on the fact that the great cadre seemed to be looking for a jar of hot water to scald pig bristles and a flame to roast a whole pig.

She whispered, "The king may be nearby."

"You've been complaining all day. Complain all you want to complain about as soon as possible before midnight." Otherwise, Yitiao will hold a grudge in the future.

Of course, if you complain on the day of the meeting to recall the past, he will also hold a grudge.

Rum muttered, "My king, I really don't understand why he likes such a strange name."

The title of King, like 'Adult', is a title that Future pays special attention to and likes. Vermouth discovered this during an accidental fishing trip. At that time, she went fishing simply because she was hungry. As soon as she got ashore, she found that it seemed to rain heavily. The wind swept across the wilderness, causing a bunch of random things to run in the wind. Among them, a piece of paper stuck to her face.

When Yitiao Weili saw her, his usually lifeless state as if he had been depressed for eight hundred years suddenly interrupted for a short while. He was originally a fox with a drooping mouth, not looking like a cunning fox at all, but he laughed, wagged his tail in a good mood, and said something mischievous like "Heavy rain is coming to Da Chu" and "My king, let's run away quickly".

'Great King'.

It took Vermouth a while to determine that he really liked the title of "King". Once, he was angry and stared at the crows eating carrion with a gloomy face. She guessed that it was because the previous batch of animals that ate the carrion had defecated everywhere, and the crows still ate the food, which made him feel embarrassed. So she shook her tail and called him "King".

The angry Future was no longer angry. He stopped looking at the crow that was happily eating and went to look at Vermouth. After looking for a while, he said, "Okay Samoyed, what's the matter?"

But why Samoyed?
Alas, the generous, great and kind-hearted cadres are always so difficult to understand. Just like when Gin called him "sir" for the first time, the cadre stared at him strangely for a long time, and asked him how the title came from. After scratching the cotton for a long time, he lay down listlessly with the look of a victim, and said something like how the earth would not rotate without humans and that he was just holding on.

Only the members of the organization who have been watching over a wild boar all year round to prevent it from eating at the tables of wolves, tigers and leopards, and who are even more careful to prevent it from being scratched and subconsciously fighting back to kill the surrounding animals, thus greatly reducing the animal coverage rate in the wilderness, would know about this kind of thing. The smelly and unsociable wild boar would not know about it. Vermouth did not explain, and lay back again, shaking his tail lazily, counting silently in his heart.

Sure enough, not long after, Rum began to reminisce about the good old days again, "And the worst thing is that he hasn't been out in recent years!"

He looked sad. "He used to be crazy enough to go wander around other places. He dyed himself black to pretend to be a dog and mixed in with the dog pack in the west. It was as if his mysophobia had disappeared all of a sudden. He continued to go in and out of the dog pack even though his fur was licked every day. He dyed himself white to go to the east to pretend to be a snow wolf and mixed in with the half-gray wolf pack. He even fluffed up his fur to pretend to be a polar bear!"

"It's really crazy..."

"But at least he's not at home. No, but at least he's happy!"

"Did one of you cling to him and say something like you missed him so much," he looked at Gin suspiciously, then at Vermouth, "He won't go out and fool around anymore?"

"I'm not going out for a long time, at least for a short time so I can catch my breath! I think he dyed himself black and white before, it's pretty good. Once he enters the forest, he can immediately chew bamboo and chat with local animals!"

After complaining loudly, he couldn't help but mutter, "What information are you trying to get by wandering around? You don't tell me. Maybe I know it by chance. If I tell you, it will be my life-saving grace!"

Is it possible that a future story is not stated directly, but contains so much information that it is almost stated directly, and all animals with high IQ can understand it?

He is looking for humans.

Humans are creatures that exist only in legends.

If the idiot knew about this, he would probably start to yell again, and maybe even get close to her face and start a big fight. Vermouth was too lazy to say anything. She wagged her tail leisurely and corrected one thing, "When he is dyed black and white, another black and white animal is more suitable for him than the animal you mentioned."

"——Cow Cat."

She said solemnly: "The compatibility rate is 100%."

From the side, Gin glanced coldly, and Vermouth asked: "Isn't it incompatible?"

Very suitable!
"They are just like two peas in a pod," Mr. Crow, who had been dead for a long time, might understand better. Vermouth felt sympathetic. When she looked away, her tail paused and her narrow eyes narrowed. "They are the most crazy animals in the world."

She glanced at the window calmly.

The window is divided into two parts, two-thirds of which are under the wooden piles, and only the upper one-third is ventilated. In the corner, there is a shadow of a furry ear flickering, but it is not obvious.

But Vermouth has always cared about rabbits, so she was able to recognize it with her keen eyes.

After pondering for a few seconds, thinking about the rabbit that would lie on her fluffy chest with tears in its eyes, and the rabbit's tearful purple eyes, she withdrew her gaze and wagged her tail again as if nothing had happened, seeming unaware of the shadow of the rabbit's ears outside the window, and continued to listen to Rum's endless complaints.

Outside the window, the rabbit ears were still shaking.

Suzuki Sonoko didn't know that Vermouth had discovered her, but she was indeed thinking about Vermouth.

She hesitated for a long time before coming to a conclusion: the Miss Fox she knew was beautiful and kind, and could never be the fox in the wooden house!
It's impossible!

The animals inside were so scary that she stopped listening, walked away carefully for a distance, and then ran away for her life.

(End of this chapter)