Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 416: Game in Progress⑥
Zhu Fu Jingguang first saw a future when he was six years old.

On the way home from school.

At that time, he was happily chatting with his friends, when suddenly, he intuitively felt a very subtle...

gaze.

It was like an alarm bell engraved into one's instinct.

He subconsciously looked up and saw a child younger than himself sitting on the wall not far away.

It was a child with black hair and red eyes. He stared at Zhu Fu Jingguang intently, saying nothing, just looking at him, almost exactly like the crow staring at him with death in the tree next to him, as if to say:
I'll watch you, always.

Then he leaned back and disappeared behind the wall silently, quieter than a cat jumping off the wall.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

The second meeting was three months later.

It was a weekend, and when his parents were about to get off work, he obediently packed up his toys, prepared hot tea in advance, opened the windows for ventilation, and everything was ready, waiting for his parents to come back.

...and then encountered the window kill.

The scenery outside the window was not the usual one, or rather, it was not just the usual scenery, there was also a child hanging upside down.

It was the same raven-haired kid from last time.

He was right behind the window and should have been sticking to the window, so he almost bumped head-on with Zhu Fu Jingguang who was trying hard to push the window open.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "!!!"

W-What horror movie scene?!
His three souls and seven spirits were already half out of his body, and he was ready to scream, he just needed to open his mouth.

The crow-like lingering fellow stared at Zhu Fu Jingguang for a while, only a palm away from him. It seemed that he realized belatedly that he had been discovered, and he swung up smoothly.

Another blinding white light swung down, "Crack."

He swung up again and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

During that time, he asked his parents many times, "Does the previous owner of our house have children? Has the child died?", "Are there really ghosts in the world?", "Do you have talismans at home? It seems that ghosts can't get in."

I often talk to myself when no one is around, "You look like the detective on the news. Is it because I said I like detectives, so you disguised yourself as him to lower my vigilance?", "Do you have a wish?", "How did you die? Did it hurt?", "I secretly added cakes to the tribute at home, can you eat it?", "Actually, I learned how to cook."

The third meeting was even worse.

But it wasn't bad at the beginning. In fact, it was ordinary and beautiful at the beginning. It was the family dinner time that Morobushi Kagemitsu spent almost every day.

Afterwards, someone knocked on the door. Mr. Zhufu went to open the door and had an argument with the visitor. Mrs. Zhufu went to check the situation worriedly, and then hurriedly stuffed Zhufu Jingguang into the closet.

"Jingguang," she said, "Don't make a sound. Don't come out no matter who calls you."

The closet door was closed.

Zhu Fu Jingguang's vision fell into a darkness like hell. He sat in the closet at a loss, looking up at the outside. The light shone through the closet window onto his face, leaving streaks of light.

The darkness was not quiet. There were sounds of rapid heartbeats and heavy breathing. Outside the living room it was not quiet either. There were sounds of an argument that suddenly grew louder.

The Zhufu couple seemed to have a dispute with someone, and the dispute escalated and finally broke out into a quarrel.

Just when the quarrel, like a volcanic eruption, reached its climax, suddenly, the world seemed to mercifully quiet down for a beat, leaving only the sound of rapid heartbeats.

Then, a gunshot rang out.

The smell of blood hit me in the face.

…This is an illusion.

You cannot smell the blood at the door from inside the closet, and a person holding his breath cannot smell the blood either. The seven-year-old Zhu Fu Jingguang knows this clearly.

But he really smelled the smell of blood, which came from the uneasiness, fear, worry and ominous premonition and enveloped his entire body.

Amid the sickening smell of blood, light footsteps were heard.

Someone walked into Zhufu's house, passed the living room, passed the dining table, and stopped in front of the wardrobe, blocking some of the light shining into the wardrobe.

The light stripes on Zhu Fujingguang's face became incomplete.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the backlit black shadow, his heart pounding like thunder. This time, he really smelled blood.

It was very faint, coming from the black shadow, less than one-third of a meter away from him.

The shadow reached out and opened the closet door.

The light from the living room poured in, along with a brighter white light, "click, click, click..."

Zhu Fu Jingguang had to close his eyes, and physiological tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The sound of the camera stopped, and the crow-like ghost poked his head in, "Are you crying?"

He still had black hair and red eyes, but there was a streak of bright red blood on his face.

The smell of blood spread in the closet, stronger than what I had just smelled through the closet door, exuding a sweet smell of rotten rust.

Outside the living room, Mrs. Zhu Fu's fearful and confused voice approached, "Yes, yes, he was shot dead, yes..."

She hadn't come to her senses yet, as if she was in a dream: "Ichijo detective?"

Smart and reliable in news, he often has a calm and confident look, without a trace of childish innocence and cuteness. The "Ichijo Detective" is still pushing his way into the closet. He pushed his whole body in, leaning in to look at Zhu Fu Jingguang, his nose moving slightly because of the uncertain sniffing action, "Are you really crying?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

When he was seven years old, he learned the good news: it turned out that this crow-like haunting fellow was actually alive.

When he was sixteen, he found that the guy who brought the good news was a little strange: he had been missing frequently recently.

It was no longer a straight line between the crime scene, school and home as before. Between these three points, he had large blocks of blank time, sometimes as long as four or five hours, so much so that the police even called him for help.

So today, when Yi Tiao Wei Lai spent a rare half hour in school, he decided to follow Yi Tiao Wei Lai.

...and ten minutes later was dragged away by a future waiting around the corner.

"You're so weird, Morobushi-san. Did you awaken some strange attributes with the onset of puberty? You actually followed me," said Ichijo Mirai. "But since Furuya-san is here, it's normal for you to awaken some strange attributes."

"Hey," Furiya Rei, whose shoulder was locked by his other hand, glared at him, "I already told you I'll kill you if you say something like that again!"

"…What are you doing here? Isn't there only one famous place around here, a kindergarten? Did someone commit murder?"

"No," a future denial, "I'm not going to kindergarten today,"

He let go of her hand and swiftly jumped onto the wall. "Is that enough? I really want to be a detective today. You guys better stop following me."

"I'm afraid you'll beat me up."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "?"

Jianggu Ling: "?"

What did you do again... I knew that it was scary for you to disappear during your blank period...

The child is quiet, which means he is doing something strange.

When a child is quiet, you may be able to sit still, but when a cow cat is quiet, you will feel restless and want to patrol the whole house quickly.

But what was surprising was that Yi Tiao Wei Li really didn't seem to do anything wrong. He just sat on the wall and played with his mobile phone for a while. When a group of kindergarten children passed by, he jumped down and followed them to a small park.

Children in kindergarten are playing.

A future is catching fear.

It was not the usual blinding snapshots that seemed to capture some dark history. This time he used a mobile phone without a flash, sat on a double pole, and took snapshots of the buildings on one side of the park.

After taking a few photos, he went to take photos of the children.

Furutani Rei pretended to be playing with the double pole, glanced over casually, and asked in a low voice: "Is there a criminal upstairs?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was pretending to play with the walking machine. He glanced at the group of innocent and cute children. "The target is among those children?"

A future taking pictures.

His camera was fixed on a smiling face, and through the cold lens he looked into a pair of eyes that looked like sweet green candies melting in the sun.

The camera recorded her smile, her profile as she looked at Mouri Ran with smiling eyes, and her cheeks puffed up with anger because she glared at Kudo Shinichi.

She didn't look over from beginning to end.

There were a few times when she could see a glimpse of the future when she looked at Mao Li Ran, but before turning her head to look back, she always quickly looked away.

The camera freezes on her frantically blinking eyelashes.

I recorded so much, but I couldn't record the gaze that she never looked at me. I only captured a smile when she turned her eyes back. It was so cute.

The child is still too young, so Yi Tiao Wei temporarily put aside the lover perspective when catching up. At this time, he consciously made a very fair judgment: the child is indeed cute.

I just seem to hate him...

how could this be...

Is he someone who makes people feel disgusted at first sight?

Wait, it seems to be true.

That's fine.

Ichijo Mirai put down his phone, looking depressed, "Murofushi-san, Furuya-san."

There was no response, and Morobushi Keimitsu and Furutani Rei, who were quickly looking around the room, looked up when they heard the voice and said, "Hmm?"

Yi Tiao Wei Li reached out his hand, pressed down on their heads quickly and accurately, and used the force to jump off the parallel bars. "Stop looking at those cute kids, we all hate you! Let's go and deal with those damn human traffickers!"

He pressed the button and ran away, escaping skillfully.

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

Some people have to be dealt with.

As he chased after them with gritted teeth, he looked back as if he had realized something and saw a short-haired child among the group of children who was looking sideways cautiously.

She was holding hands with the girl next to her, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks spreading a cherry blossom-like pink, looking at the future just now, her expression was sighing, and her mouth shape was: "Wow, so handsome!"

It’s actually quite objective.

But Zhu Fu Jingguang's intuitive judgment: That's strange.

How can a guy who deserves to be beaten up be handsome?

(End of this chapter)