Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 414: Game in Progress ④
[Childhood·Special Edition].

A future sat on the ground, thinking calmly.

While thinking, there were bright buff prompts in the upper right corner of his vision, which were:

[April: Congratulations, you can try to crawl and perceive objects, but please don’t try to understand the geometric space, orientation, height, etc. You are just a child, and your values ​​in all aspects are decreasing significantly. When appropriate, you may be able to babble loudly to remind your parents where you have rolled to in a closed manner.]
[Hungry: The last time you ate was the same as the last time. Apparently, your unreliable parents are obsessed with the case and have forgotten about you. Come on, cry loudly.]
[Depressed: Wow, you are depressed again. According to complete statistics, you have been playing the special episode for a total of six months, and your mood value has been below 30 for six months. The highest mood value in history is 60 when you unlocked the special episode. Please don't be depressed anymore, the adults will be worried.]
These are all debuffs, and there is only one buff:
[Special attention: For some obvious and not very pleasant reasons, your parents are very worried about you and pay special attention to you. There is a high probability that they will not condemn you, but will inexplicably lose you from the cradle and retrieve you from every corner. Of course, the case is sometimes as unreasonable as the child. When they follow their parental duties and express their parental love to you, they are also following their police duties and expressing their police love to the public.]
A future: "."

The hour hand on the clock in the living room swung to exactly nine o'clock. At the same time as a crisp clicking sound, an alarm rang from deep inside the house, but it was turned off after less than half a second.

Then, there were sounds of people standing up in a panic, things falling to the ground and being picked up, and a human voice, "Wait, it's nine o'clock!"

It was a male voice, the owner of the voice was very young, and the tone was very annoyed, "Oops, I watched it for too long."

"Future, where are you in the future?"

Following the sound of footsteps, a young man who was probably less than 30 years old walked into the living room. However, in just a few seconds, his voice changed drastically. If his voice was still the normal rough voice of a male when he was talking to himself just now, now it sounded as if he was calling "Mimi", soft and gentle. However, he was completely unaware of it, and the more he called, the softer his voice became, as if he was coaxing a child.

But it was indeed to coax the child.

While shouting, the young man prepared a bottle of milk powder and began to patrol around the house. He went to the baby room first, and as expected, found that the baby room, which should have been locked, was empty again. He then went to the living room, listened to the echo of his own soft and strange voice for a few seconds in the empty living room, and went to the bathroom, rubbing his arms.

After walking around the house two or three times, he finally found a way out in the shadows of the balcony corner.

His footsteps and shouts stopped, and he obviously thought urgently for a few seconds. Then he found that the gap in the railing was very small and the child could not fall through. So he breathed a sigh of relief and walked over quietly, "What's the matter, Future, are you hungry?"

"Sorry, Dad found some clues while looking through the case, so he didn't pay attention to the time..."

Ichijo Future turned around and looked over, quietly watching Mr. Ichijo who was chattering away.

Mr. Ichijo squatted down until his eyes were level with the child. The words that flowed out unconsciously like water were stuck, and he immediately shut up and stopped talking. He stretched out his arms and asked, "Can I hold you?"

"It's windy outside. You can't stay there for too long. You might catch a cold."

Any parent who has experience in taking care of children would be speechless and laugh with joy when seeing this scene. Even if a few people did not laugh, it was probably because they were incredulous. "Are you asking a four-month-old child for his opinion? Are you serious? It's better not to cause trouble for such a person. Ask someone with experience to take care of the child. Maybe this will increase the child's survival rate."

But this behavior, which seems incomprehensible to others, is exactly the way Mr. Ichizo and Ichizo's future get along.

[Rules for getting along 1: Qualified parents should respect their children. When you want to hug, kiss, or do parent-child activities, etc., ask your children for their opinions in advance. ]

Ichi Tiao Wei looked at Mr. Ichi Tiao steadily for a few seconds before he opened his arms listlessly.

As he was eagerly picked up by Mr. Ichijo, the system prompt popped up automatically as usual due to the physical contact:
['Mr. Ichijo': It's obvious that this is your father.]
There is also a small note below:

[] Because the player locked his name as "Ichijou Future", the father's original surname has been lost and is now Ichijou.

...Yes, he has your last name.]
This reminder has been given thousands of times, but there has not been even a glimpse of the future. After flashing for two seconds, it disappears on its own.

Mr. Ichijo was completely unaware of this. Based on his experience, after carrying Ichijo Mirai to the sofa, he consciously stepped back three or four steps, took out the bottle, and said in a soft voice, "Are you hungry? Do you want to drink now?"

[Rules for getting along 2: Qualified parents should cherish their children and ensure that their children are completely within their field of vision when they are together... In other words, please keep a distance, thank you. ]

A future: "."

He wanted to quit the game, but considering that even if he quit a hundred times he would still have to face it as long as he continued playing, he took the bottle and drank it himself as before.

Mr. Ichijo squatted in front of the sofa, one hand on the edge of the sofa, the other hand hanging down by his leg, vaguely protecting a future. After observing and confirming that his four-month-old child still looked depressed as usual and there was nothing else wrong, he tactfully asked to leave: "Put it on the table after you finish drinking, and mom will wash it when she takes over. I'll go back to the study now, okay?"

After thinking for a few seconds, he continued, "Mom just got the autopsy report from the medical examiner. It's not suitable for children to read. If you want to see the file, come to me, okay?"

A real four-month-old child can't even understand what adults are saying, let alone "forensic", "autopsy report" and "file". Although Mr. Ichijo's attitude is towards a child, he is treating it like a child of about ten years old who has already mastered the basic common sense of human society.

Not only Mr. Ichijo but also Mrs. Ichijo holds this strange attitude.

Hearing the unclear noise coming from the living room, Mrs. Ichijo raised her head and looked in the direction of the living room. Her brows were already furrowed because of the case, and she did not relax her brows after raising her head until she heard a very light sound of a door closing in the study next door. She lowered her head again, but this time she looked at her mobile phone.

The phone lay quietly on the table, and no sound was heard after a minute, indicating that there was nothing unusual in the future.

Mrs. Ichijo's brows relaxed for a few seconds, but soon frowned again as she looked at the case file again.

What she was reading was an old case file from the past. The tracing period was already in countdown. If the truth was not revealed within half a month, and the criminal had not been in Japan, he would probably be able to appear in public with a clear record, and even when he saw the police, he would be able to smile like a calm good man.

For a police officer, this is unacceptable.

...Of course, we need to add various qualifiers in front of it, such as the police that conform to the original meaning of the word "police", the police that care about the people, and the excellent police...

In fact, none of these have anything to do with Mrs. Ichijo.

She was not a police officer that met the children's beautiful expectations. On the contrary, she was a gray police officer. The phone on the table vibrated several times, indicating that a new message had been received. Mrs. Ichijo raised her black eyes and looked over.

The screen of the phone without a password showed the full text message. The sender was a string of numbers: [5, 23, 1.]
Opposite is a new partner that Mrs. Ichijo found recently, who belongs to the underworld.

Those criminals on the run often cannot see the light and can only survive in muddy waters. Coincidentally, the black forces are the fish in muddy waters and can often bite outsiders accurately.

'5' refers to the five months since the cooperation began, '23' refers to the 1rd cooperation, and '' means it has been completed.

As soon as Mrs. Ichijo received this text message, she understood: the guy who had been at large due to lack of evidence had rushed to the number one tourist attraction in Sanzu River to check in.

She lowered her eyes and a smile appeared on her lips.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side, "The back of the head."

Almost subconsciously, Madam Ichijo started to move, but just as her legs were about to hit the attacker, her rationality, which had been increasingly trained in recent days, overwhelmed her instincts. She stopped abruptly and looked under the table, "Future."

At some point, a child was already standing by the table. He should have been in the cradle, which was not even as tall as the table. He had to hold on to the table to keep from shaking. He looked listless and might fall backwards at any moment. This was the four-month-old child who had decided to go on a hunger strike today.

Her expression changed slightly.

Are there geniuses in the world?
Even if there were, there would be no child who could walk freely or even speak at four months old, and there would be no child who could understand complex autopsy files and speak at four months old without learning Japanese.

If so, is it genius?

No, it's a monster.

Ichijo Future seemed not to notice the gradually horrified expression on Mrs. Ichijo's face, or rather, he did notice it, and his mood suddenly improved.

He had a blank expression on his face, as if he hadn't noticed, and patiently repeated, "The back of the head."

"The wound that killed him wasn't in his chest, it was in the back of his head."

As she spoke, as if to say, 'That's right, I not only understood the file, I also found clues that you didn't see,' Mrs. Ichijo's expression became more and more surprised and horrified.

Yi Tiao Wei raised his head and looked at her quietly, watching every subtle expression on her face. After thinking for a while, he pursed his lips and smiled.

One was stiff, with only the mouth moving and no smile in the eyes. Rather than a human smile, it looked more like a monster imitating a human smile.

His quiet eyes were like blood, a pool of dead blood.

Finally, under this weird and creepy smile, Mrs. Ichijo could no longer bear it and screamed, "Future!"

"Why did you stand up!!!"

She was horrified and hugged a future. "Hurry, hurry, crawl quickly. If you stand up too quickly, you will get carsick or airplanesick when you grow up!"

While panicking and grabbing the collar of Future as if catching a fish, she also showed a smile that she couldn't help but grit her teeth but tried hard to hold back, "Wow, Future can talk, that's great~"

She finally couldn't help it, and her smile twisted, "But why not 'Mom'!"

"One more time?"

"Okay, now you just came in and saw mom, mom, me,"

"And then, you said...?"

A future: "..."

He lay in the arms of Mrs. Ichijo, in the arms of this police officer who seemed very normal at first, but as his abnormality became obviously different from that of other children, he gradually became blind, ignorant, indifferent, and frightened, and now he was even more abnormal than him. He was silent for a long time.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable lying down?" Mrs. Yitiao asked. After thinking for a while, she realized, "We just finished eating. Did mom hit your stomach?"

She turned the future over and smiled at him who looked like he was dead. "I'm sorry, Mom didn't mean it."

Then he tried to change the subject, "The future actually smiled, how amazing!"

"Come on~ I'm your mother~ You should say——"

A future: "..."

Great God Golden Cow Cat.

(End of this chapter)