Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 51 "Bang!"

Mirai Ichijo is indeed practicing shooting.

He held a police pistol, pointed it at a target 100 meters away, and fired without blinking.

The target shook a few times.

A few seconds later, there was an automatic counting sound: "One ring! Five rings! Three rings! One ring! Four rings!"

His marksmanship was terrible, but he hit the target.

Mirai Ichijo was very pleased and moved, and conscientiously comforted himself: "You are great, shooting is as good as the police."

Simple translation: You can't hit anyone even if you hit the sky and the earth, and even if you barely hit it, you will definitely not be able to hit the vital point.

After conscientiously consoling himself, he took off his goggles, closed his eyes hard to relax, replaced the gun with a new one, and said without looking back: "Don't point the gun at me."

Beside the door, Matsuda Jinpei had just picked up a police gun without bullets from the ground and turned it around in his hand. The muzzle and crosshair of the gun inadvertently slipped past Ichigo Mirai's body.

He was silent the whole time, and was startled when he heard a message from the future.

Ichijo Mirai continued to fire and emptied the magazine of the new gun before adding, "I will have the urge to run away."

When a reserve police officer points a police gun at him, even if it is an empty gun without bullets, he will have the urge to run away immediately and live forever.

He put away his gun and turned around to look, "Why are you here?"

Suddenly, he asked and answered himself, "The speed of using bullets this time was a little slower. It was almost three o'clock and I hadn't finished practicing, so a random plot at night was triggered."

Matsuda Jinpei: "?"

Matsuda Jinpei didn't hear much clearly, nor did he understand much, but he heard the first sentence and saw the mess in the shooting range.

It was a mess as if it had been robbed.

"As expected, you have been practicing shooting." He walked over, glanced across the table, found an unopened medicine bottle, and looked at a future hand, "How long have you been practicing, seven or eight hours?"

"You don't want your hand anymore."

"I stood in a military posture for so long, but instead of resting and taking medicine, I came to practice shooting."

Mirai Ichijo loaded his bullets and fired again.

He stared closely at the gap of the police pistol, trying to aim at the small target in the distance and pull the trigger.

The automatic announcement sounded again, "Three rings! One ring!"

"Tsk," Mirai Ichijo changed his gun, "I told you, this kind of police gun is very annoying."

I hate that I hate not being obedient at all.

"Compared with the target, the gap is too big and the crosshair is too big. Even if you keep aiming, the shooting will not be accurate and the place where you hit will keep changing."

He checked the bullet balance in this archive and found that there were only more than 100 rounds, and said: "What are you going to say, the unknown past?"

"You can talk first."

"I will do it next time I have time."

Forget it if you don’t have time.

"You guys are really..." Matsuda Jinping raised his eyes, "It's indescribable."

He looked at a new round of shooting in the future, and watched the red, swollen and stiff hand pulling the black trigger.

He also looked at Ichijo Miku as if he didn't feel anything at all, suppressing the recoil of the pistol without blinking.

The recoil of a pistol is not too great, but the recoil that lasts for seven or eight hours is like stew on a dull knife.

Looking at it, Matsuda Jinping said calmly: "I'll teach you."

Mirai Ichijo turned around and said, "Huh?"

"Although I am not professionally trained, my marksmanship is not 100% accurate, and it is a bit awkward to use a gun with problematic rifling," Matsuda Jinpei complained. "I can't say things like 'I can't shoot,' but..."

"Let me teach you."

He reached out and patted a future shoulder, saying concisely, "Relax your shoulders." "Guns can breathe, and your body must breathe too. The frequency must be aligned. Your body must not be too tight. You are too tight." It's like being pointed at a gun and ready to dodge at any time."

Ok……

Ichijo Mirai: "Professional habits, sorry."

He tried to relax his shoulders at the nape of his neck, feeling a little awkward.

"There are also shoulder blades, waist, and legs." Matsuda Jinpei patted the parts that needed to be relaxed one by one, and then patted a future hand. "The most important thing is the hands."

"You can't feel the details of the gun at all now, can you?"

He actually felt that judging from the condition of a future hand, he could only feel the pain in his own hand, and the wording was relatively euphemistic.

After thinking about it, Matsuda Jinpei picked up a gun, held it in his right hand, touched the muzzle of the gun with his left hand, shook it slightly and fired, "You can try this to see if there will be a very distinct feeling when you When your left hand touches the muzzle of the gun, your right hand can clearly feel the vibration of the muzzle being struck, so clearly that it feels like a part of the body has been struck."

Ichijo Mirai tried it, but only had a slightly fuzzy feeling.

He reacted, "Oh, it's a little swollen now, which is different from normal."

Moreover, he temporarily lost his sense of pain, which weakened his sensitivity to a certain extent.

"Well," Matsuda Jinpei had expected it and was not too surprised, "next time you can try this feeling of being as one with the gun, and then look for its 'breathing'."

"It can also be understood as looking for touch."

"Hit accuracy is fed by bullets. If you want to train your gun to be like your own arm, you have to feed it time."

He lowered the gun and stated his ultimate goal, "Rest now."

"Some things cannot be achieved quickly in the short term. They require long-term training and let time sharpen the intimacy between you and the gun."

"You can also try to disassemble and reassemble the gun," Matsuda Jinpei added. "I got started quickly because I have a little disassembly experience and am experienced in feeling objects in my hands, so I can find the feel faster."

"I have been practicing dismantling things for more than ten years. It takes a long time. You don't need to be in a hurry. You can rest today."

Makes sense.

But it doesn't apply to players, who can create a century in one night.

Mirai Ichijo nodded seriously, "Okay, thank you."

He picked up a loaded gun, held it in his hand, and tried to feel the gun's presence and 'breathing'.

Matsuda Jinpei: "..."

Just listen to what you want to hear, right?
"Forget it," he said helplessly, "I won't comment on what you said, 'I don't know how to shoot'. I just go by what you said. You should have only experienced simple training, right?"

Not commenting, a large part of it is because he really doesn't want to comment on what the guy who scored ten rings said, and a small part of it is because he found a way in the future that he really doesn't know how to shoot.

Perceived by posture.

"It's too difficult for guys who have only experienced simple training to shoot a 100-meter target with a pistol,"

Matsuda Jinpei emphasized, "And it's a police gun."

"Forget it, you guy who doesn't listen to anyone has a wrong posture. Let me teach you. Relax."

He simply put down the gun, found a future behind him, and helped him adjust his posture, "Relax."

"breathe."

"The enemies we have to face in the future are not targets, and we still have so much time to practice. There is no need to pursue accuracy now."

"Adjust your breathing, press your arms down, and feel the gun. When you breathe, the gun vibrates with your breathing, right?"

"……It's now."

"Oh!"

　Just woke up...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)