Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 43 is the taste of mission
But it doesn't matter.

Originally there was no 'welcome' in the world, but after being beaten too many times, 'unwelcome' automatically became 'welcome'.

Were those guys who got a warm visit from the future on the first night and died neatly to welcome him?

Are they happily and noisily holding their heads against the muzzle of the gun and strongly requesting that they must pull the trigger in the future?no.

But it can be.

Dead people cannot speak, only living people can describe things truthfully and truthfully.

Ichimai automatically sent himself two tasks that would definitely be given in the game without paying much attention to it: 'Find out why the police academy doesn't welcome him', and 'Let the police academy welcome him'.

He added aloud, "I can't shoot, my marksmanship is not good."

Not much sound.

The military posture formation was like a lake blown by the wind, turning into an owl formation again. Some of the freshmen around them turned their heads uncontrollably and gave a silent but deafening shock to a future: What, you still called "Can't" Shoot'?
The freshmen didn't understand, but they were shocked.

If they were players, they would suddenly sit up when they were tossing and turning unable to sleep in the middle of the night, angrily open their friend's dialog box and start clicking on the screen.

The movement of heads turning was somewhat obvious.

Not far away, standing near the firing line, a member of the police academy who was in a different uniform from the instructors shouted sternly: "What are you doing!"

The owl formation once again solidified into a military formation.

Mirai Ichijo did not move from beginning to end, calmly observing the military formation where almost all of them turned into owls.

I say 'almost' because a few freshmen didn't turn into round-eyed owls.

Three of them had just spoken. They were the fluffy black-haired freshman standing in the second row, the blond-brown freshman standing in the third row, and the mature freshman with short hair in the fourth row.

The first two, there was someone next to them who was equally calm, and their expressions were not exactly the same as the owls' shock and accusation.

There are five people in total.

The five of them are somewhat conspicuous in the round and accusatory owl array. One judgment for the future is that they are not passerby NPCs.

After the disciplinary officer looked away, the first freshman with fluffy black hair spoke again: "My name is Matsuda Jinpei."

Although he was not shocked, he was obviously at a loss for words. He calmed down and then asked seriously: "I think when you fired, did you aim at the flag first?"

"The height at which your muzzle is raised, the crosshair is aimed at the tail of the flag."

A future reference is indeed the flag.

But, "Sight?"

He thought for a moment, "伱means the notched front sight on the pistol? No."

"To me, it's not a crosshair. I aim with the corners of the gun. When the edge of the right corner coincides with the top of the flag, if you move it down a few centimeters, you can hit the target."

The military posture is still the military posture, and the new student with fluffy black hair is not just Matsuda Jinpei. Halfway through, he couldn't help but look back and turned into a confused owl, "Huh?"

Him: “Huh???”

The blond freshman couldn't help but move, and barely restrained his instinct to turn his head and look up and down at Ichimi Mirai, "Aiming at an angle?"

People who don’t know anything about guns won’t think it’s a big deal. Anyway, the distance between the edges and the notched front sight is not that far apart.

But for people who know guns, this sentence is undoubtedly the same as when a normal person is riding the subway and hears the person sitting next to him complaining softly on the phone: 'It's really annoying, the director actually wants me to work overtime, so I just turned on the computer and gave him the answer. It's dry and cracked. I have to get up early to deal with the scene tomorrow weekend. It's annoying.

It's a bit everyday, but quite explosive.

A black-haired freshman on the side of the blond freshman moved on his toes, then steadied himself. He slowly exhaled and reminded one thing, "There's something wrong with the rifling of that gun."

A normal gun, if you aim with edges and corners, will definitely miss the target, but a gun with a problem with the rifling...

The officer in charge of discipline at the police academy turned around again and said, "Quiet!" "What are you doing turning around," he scolded sternly, "When you enter the police academy, it's time for you to exchange feelings and become brothers!"

The military formation immediately became quiet.

Mirai Ichijo is very self-aware: the freshmen probably don't want to have a friendly exchange of feelings with him, let alone be brothers with him, they just want to show off their health bar to start a vendetta against him.

This is basic respect for pretenders.

He waited until the disciplinary officer stopped paying attention, then asked the key point: "Is there something wrong with the rifling of that gun?"

Without waiting for an answer, he suddenly realized, "No wonder I always feel like I can't aim properly. It turns out it's not my problem."

It's a gun problem!

Pushing it back like this and rounding it off, it was also the problem with the gun when I fired it before!
Freshmen: "..."

In the deadly silence, a low laugh came, and soon there was a cough to stop the laughter, "Ahem, Kujo-san is very interesting."

It was the dark-haired freshman next to the blond freshman.

He introduced himself, "My name is Zhu Fu Jingguang."

The blond freshman also introduced himself, "I am Rei Fangtani."

The self-introduction was very friendly, but the tone was inexplicably gloomy.

"Hagiwara Kenji, you can call me Hagiwara-san," the long-haired black-haired freshman next to Matsuda Jinpei introduced himself, with a smile in his tone and a serious tone, "Kujo-kun, you have to be careful. Matsuda-san, I will remember you deeply."

"He was using the same gun and standing in the same position as you when he was shooting."

So the feeling of a combo that is understated by a future is deeper and the blood pressure is higher.

One thing about the future is clear: I will hold grudges.

An NPC that can hold grudges is not just a passerby NPC, and it has so many lines!

He immediately filed the file and asked directly: "Do you have any clues about Instructor Onizuka?"

When we were both freshmen, we asked the other newcomers when they met for the first time, 'What do you think of the instructor?' ', actually it's normal.

But from the perspective of Matsuda Jinpei and others, Onizuka Yazo obviously knew Ichichi Mirai, and knew some things involving personal privacy, such as 'gunshot wounds' and 'only son'.

It was a bit impolite to ask, so they all tacitly ignored Onitsuka Hazo's attitude. Mirai Ichijo asked instead, which was a bit surprising, "Huh?"

The conversation was low and the disciplinarian didn't look over.

Datehang was the first to speak, "To Instructor Onizuka?"

"You must know Instructor Onizuka, Kujo-san," he said in a serious tone, but he was careful not to speak, and his words became clearer, "I don't agree with his opinion."

"'Because you have suffered a gunshot wound' and 'because you are an only child', it is best not to enter the police academy. I don't agree with it if you know the difficulty early and retreat home to be an ordinary person."

"Could it be that when she gets sick, encounters natural disasters such as earthquakes and fires, or encounters drowning and car accidents, would Izanami ask one by one who is weaker and who is the only child in the family?"

Izanami is the lord of Neon's underworld and is considered the God of Death.

"This kind of reason is as if the police were too weak to stop the robbers when they encountered them. Instead, they knelt down and begged for mercy." Datehang's expression tightened, and his heavy brows rose.

He was careful not to make his voice too loud.

After two seconds, he ignored the previous sentence rather abruptly and re-said the next sentence that followed Izanami's sentence, "Does the criminal suddenly ask whether the victim is weak and whether he is an only child when committing a crime? , Do you have children? If so, will you let the victim go?"

will not.

Ichijo's future is very certain, and few criminals are free to ask any questions they encounter.

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(End of this chapter)