Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 50 Toothache
The whole place was silent.

The freshmen were silent, truly stunned by Onizuka Yazo's serious expression and stern tone.

They looked at Onizuka Hazo in silence, feeling a little ashamed in the panic of being suddenly pulled up in the early morning.

The instructors were silent, also calmed by Onitsuka Hazo.

They all cast admiring glances at the serious Onitsuka Hazo: How did you say it so confidently?He didn't feel guilty at all, which was amazing.

How could there be any cases of midnight attacks in the police academy in the past?
Not to mention freshmen, even instructors, if they were unprepared and encountered a surprise attack at two in the morning, they would have to be dragged on the ground by their collars for a while at a loss.

'You are the worst class I have ever taught' is really making things difficult for the new students.

It can only make things difficult for Qing Qing Xinsheng who doesn't understand anything.

"Ahem," Onizuka Yazou's face remained unchanged despite the attention of the whole audience, and his stern eyes swept across the group of freshmen, "Only a few people resisted, and you have seen who they are."

It's Matsuda Jinpei and the others.

"Originally, freshmen like you who showed no resistance and performed extremely poorly will have to enter the assessment again even if you are not immediately expelled from the police academy." He shouted seriously, "Stand up straight! What are you doing staggering around? Well, isn’t it just standing in a military posture for three hours!”

"You guys also took a break and went to the infirmary to apply medicine and rub your injuries."

Some people did not take a break midway, let alone go to the infirmary. They only took the medicine given by the instructor and reported to the dormitory as if nothing was wrong.

Onizuka Yazo calmly emphasized Ichijo's future excellence, leaving a deeper impression on the freshmen, and then lowered his tone, "Does any of you know where Kujo-san is?"

The freshman group has no sound.

"It's 02:30 now," Onizuka Yazo raised his wrist, "and he's not in the dormitory yet."

One of the instructors immediately said seriously, "If you don't go to bed at night, you will be expelled!" 'Before, he said to himself in a stern tone: "Isn't he going to train again?"

The instructor who was about to speak out choked up, "Night...?"

"There is no dormitory building," Onizuka Yazo pretended not to hear the funny voice and waved his hand, "Group on the spot, two people in groups, disperse to find Kujo-san!"

"Listen to me clearly. Go back to the dormitory and put on your clothes. Dress neatly and don't scare other people."

"Disperse!"

The freshmen dispersed in a rush.

Almost all the freshmen rushed into the dormitory building. Only a few resisted when the instructors attacked, so they were not immediately ordered to gather in the open space. The freshmen who had time to dress did not rush out.

In the crowd, Rei Fukiya, who had not slept at all and was dressed extremely neatly, found Jinpei Matsuda, who was also dressed in frighteningly neat clothes, "Hey."

He lowered his voice, "Where did Kujo go in the future?"

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at Fangtani Rei, "How do I know?"

"I told you that I couldn't find him. I looked for him two or three times. At eight o'clock, ten o'clock, zero o'clock, and two o'clock, he was not in the dormitory."

"I knew I would have looked for you first," he said a little unhappy, "I wouldn't have been searching around alone."

Jiang Guling frowned, "Then..."

He glanced at the instructor, and then he and Matsuda Jinpei walked away from the dormitory building and walked outside, pretending to look for Mirai Ichijo. "Kujo-san isn't here at eight o'clock?"

Eight o'clock is after dinner.

"There is no him in the cafeteria," Matsuda Jinpei knew what he was going to ask, so he replied simply and neatly, "I searched the cafeteria specifically and saw you, but not him."

"Either he went to the canteen one step ahead, or he didn't go to the canteen at all."

Moreover, "He never returned to the dormitory."

"I have been to his dormitory, and every time it is in the most pristine condition. Only the sheets and quilts prepared by the police academy a day in advance are folded and have not been touched." He asked, "You went to dry the quilt, Right?"

Although the sun was almost setting when they finished standing in the military posture, most people rushed to dry themselves under the quilt.

The quilts provided by the police academy were kept in the warehouse before the new students arrived, and they were obviously not suitable for living humans. "He didn't dry it."

Matsuda Jinhei said concisely, "There was no smell of medicine in the room. The number of uniforms prepared by the police academy in the closet was correct. He took medicine when he left, but there was no medicine bottle in the room."

"When I went to the cafeteria, I passed by his dormitory and took a look. His dormitory was still locked."

As long as you pass a future dormitory on the way to the cafeteria, even if you walk a few steps in the opposite direction, you are passing by.

"During dinner time, someone was responsible for removing all the latches from the dormitory door, so when you came back, his door was open."

But this does not mean that Ichijo has come back in the future.

In other words, "He never returned to the dormitory."

They looked at each other and frowned at the same time.

Fangtani Rei ruled out one or two things: "He didn't go to the medical room, and he didn't stay on the playground where he was standing in a military posture."

"I didn't go to the on-campus convenience store either," Matsuda Jinpei also excluded two items, "the cafeteria."

…If it’s not in these places, where else can it be?
Matsuda Jinpei was a little surprised, "Besides these areas and the girls' dormitories, it can only be the teaching building, right?"

"What is he doing in the teaching building?"

"There is an archives room in the teaching building," Reitani Fukutani said. "From instructor Onizuka's attitude, I think he knows Kujo-san. If nothing unexpected happens, one of Kujo-san's parents must be a police officer. It is very likely that this is the police station. Graduated from school."

The reason why the police academy rejects him so much may be because of his parents' request.

He thought for a while, "If that's the case, there are information about past students in the archives."

"and also……"

"In addition to the playground, medical room, cafeteria, and teaching building," Rei Fangtani said slowly, "there are other places in the police academy."

Matsuda Jinpei stopped and said, "Training ground."

The police academy has many courses and many training grounds, the most basic of which are martial arts venues and the like.

"If," Rei Fukutani said slowly, "if Kujou-san goes to the training ground instead of resting, then he will go..."

Matsuda Jinpei was equally slow: "Kujou-san said personally that he is 'not good at marksmanship' and 'aiming with sharp edges', so he will go..."

"Live ammunition field." X2
The answer is the same.

They looked at each other again and saw 'what the hell' in each other's expressions.

"Actually, except for intuition," Rei Fangtani recalled the location of the shooting range, walked there, and reluctantly found an excuse, "Places such as martial arts gyms are near the playground, and only the indoor live ammunition shooting range is at the edge of the police academy. "

"If Kujo-san is at the edge of the playground, he will definitely hear the instructors passing by. I personally think he will come back before the instructors arrive and blend into the crowd."

Matsuda Jinpei nodded repeatedly, "So, if Kujo-san doesn't take medicine or eat, it's not necessarily because he went to the shooting range. It's very possible..."

Far away from the dormitory building, close to the edge of the police academy, where the indoor live ammunition range can be seen, gunshots were heard.

The equipment of the indoor shooting range is very professional, the sound insulation is very good, and the sound of the gunfire is very small. There is only a sound like peanuts falling from the table, "bang" and "bang" again.

Shut up Matsuda Jinpei.

He stopped and looked steadily in the direction of the shooting range, once again deeply aware of the lack of his vocabulary.

This this……

No food to heal, no sleep at night, shooting range, this...

At the end of the 21th century, Matsuda Jinpei had not yet experienced the rich and colorful vocabulary of the [-]st century, and could not accurately describe his feelings that were so complex that he almost wanted to curse.

He could only reach out and cover his jaw, "Why do I have such a toothache? Did you knock out my real teeth?"

(End of this chapter)