Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 56 Express Delivery

[Year 0, 18:32]
[Area [-], Tokyo]
[Wanted index: four stars (virtual)]
[Current balance owed: 29]
In the living room of the temporary residence, a phone number dialed Gin from the future and asked his question in a slightly uncertain tone, "If three years later, you arranged for me to be a police undercover agent, what might be the reason?"

He emphasized, “I am a good newcomer to the organization.”

"It's definitely not because I'm too outstanding as a newcomer and the organization can't stand me, so they quickly kicked me to the police to harm the enemy camp, right?"

Judging from the system prompts about the conditions for unlocking [Police Academy Newcomer], and Gin's attitude in the third year, this is the most obvious answer. There is no need to think at all, and a future can be judged without thinking.

Well judged.

On the other end of the phone, Gin, who had no idea what was going on, fell silent.

Suspicious silence.

As soon as a normal person thinks, "My colleague deserves to die," he receives an angry phone call from a neurotic colleague asking, "Are you planning to let me die because you think I really deserve to die?" ! 's suspicious silence.

Amid the suspicious silence of humanity is the sound of drag racing.

"Hurry up and make up hypocritical lies to deny me," Ichijo Future urged, "otherwise I will be sad."

Gin: "..."

The sound of vodka came over the sound of racing, "The police are still following us, what should we do?"

He judged, "In pursuing us so relentlessly, so persistently, and yet timidly just hanging on from afar, I'm afraid they mistakenly thought that we were extremely vicious wanted criminals."

Vodka's voice dropped an octave, "Just the wanted criminal who committed a murder in the residential area that night..."

The police do not know the true identity of the real culprit, but they judge that the culprit is by no means a single person, but a gang, and they are engaged in a conspiracy with the victims.

It just so happens that gin and vodka are very black people. At first glance, they are not easy to mess with. At second glance, they wonder, "Are they the wanted criminals that the police are chasing recently?" '.

There was no way. As the police explored the ruins of the residential area in depth, they learned more and more about the terror of the perpetrators. Now, the police in Tokyo are in a state of panic and panic.

Everyone in the team looked at the black gang they were responsible for and felt that the other party might have participated in the horrific gangster operation that night.

The team is the organization and countermeasures department of the police, which specializes in dealing with black organizations. Gin is fairly familiar with their movements, and knows that their recent undercover agents in some black gangs either cooperate with the police in closing down the network, or are restless and inactive due to lack of evidence.

"You heard," Gin asked without answering, avoiding a fatal question in the future, "I am being pursued."

"Let's talk later."

Just as he was about to hang up the phone without any guilt, he heard a more serious voice from the future, "If I weren't so good, would you let me join the police and work as an undercover agent?"

[Organization Newcomer] and [Police Academy Newcomer] are two completely different plots. The most important difference is time, which means one thing: since the game is set up like this, it means that almost no matter what, a future will go from the organization to police.

Gin tapped the bottom of the car window with his finger and replied, "Generally not."

"Why do you think I would send you to the police? No way."

Although Ichijo Mirai is so outstanding that the codename organization has been shaken again and again, "Does the organization really have to accept this thing?" 'Newcomer, but going undercover to the police...

Combined with Ichitomi's future identity background, it is actually very convenient for him to go undercover to the police. There is no need to spend any effort to create a reasonable fake identity, and he can convince the public with his true identity.

If the organization is willing to let him contact the police.

After a police officer's son fell into darkness, the organization not only did not pursue the victory, but also generously dropped him into a group of police officers. No matter how you look at it, he gave away the outstanding talents he had worked so hard to obtain.

...Wait a minute, this outstanding talent is a future.

He is more at home than the members of the organization. He is simply born as a black figure. He does not have to worry about jumping back to the police. Instead, he should worry about the safety of the police.

Gin immediately changed his mind, "Yes, if necessary."

Organizations cannot be the only ones suffering.

The police had to find out what kind of thing their outstanding police officer's son was. Tun Tun Huanglian had a hard time saying that his face was twisted and he was full of bitterness.

He asked again: "Why do you ask such a question?"

Ichijo Mirai heard the sudden change in Gin's tone, guessed the reason for the change, and condemned, "It's so cold and heartless. I don't have any colleagues. It's a shame that I still work hard to practice shooting. I want to surprise you." Gin: " ?”

Let's not mention this kind of description that is absolutely malicious at first glance. Just say, 'It's all thanks to my hard work in practicing guns'?
"Aren't you at the temporary settlement?" He immediately focused on the important point, "Where are you practicing shooting?"

And skipped all the processes and asked directly for the answer, "How many people died."

A little familiar.

Mirai Ichichi said perfunctorily: "No one died."

"You can assign me normal tasks in the near future. My marksmanship is much more accurate now. I will never miss you three times in a row again."

He gave the accurate data, "Even if it is 100 meters, I can hit it with a police pistol."

Gin again: "?"

Once again, let's not mention the '100-meter pistol', which is no longer the category of marksmanship, but closer to the category of luck. It sounds even more ominous to be able to give such accurate data.

"There was no big movement or news, and you didn't attack the police station," Gin combed through the clues and speculated on the possibility, "You were traveling alone and met the police who were searching and chasing, so you killed them, robbed them of guns, and fired with police guns. Happened to hit a target about 100 meters away?"

Okay, at least two people died.

The minimum police operation was a two-person operation, and a police gun had five bullets. In other words, "at least ten people died."

"……Hey?"

Ichijo Mirai has hung up the phone.

He threw his phone into the corner and studied the next question: Will what happened in year 0 affect year 3 in real time?

This question is easy to verify.

Ichichichi Mirai looks at his current props: low-level painkillers, low-level injury medicine, and disposable case encounter devices.

He clicked and used them all without blinking, then opened the hem of his clothes and looked at the wound that didn't hurt at all.

The wounds have become scarred.

But now it was as if he had undergone strenuous exercise. The scar was squirming, and brown blood mixed with it overflowed. More and more blood overflowed. Ichigo Miku felt no pain, but he could clearly feel the trembling of his abdominal muscles.

He wiped away the blood with alcohol and gauze and looked at the wound again.

The scar of the wound has split and is slowly re-scarring, but it is smaller than the original scar.

After the scar was successfully formed, it split open again and was scarred again. The scar was significantly reduced by nearly one-third compared to the original scar.

Ichijo Mirai kept wiping the blood and paying attention to the condition of the wound until the wound gradually disappeared, leaving only a long and narrow light brown mark.

He logged out of [Organization Newcomer] without hesitation, logged in again [Police Academy Newcomer], opened the hem of his clothes in the police academy dormitory, and saw the wound on his abdomen.

The original rough scar disappeared, leaving only a faint brown shadow.

"Wow," Future Ichigo's eyes narrowed slightly, "My wanted index must not be a real star."

Otherwise, the next time you log in to [Police Academy Newcomer], you might log in from prison.

In other words: "Everyone must be killed."

While saying these very player words, Ichijo Mirai heard Ishida Eiko's voice, which was as vague as a voice coming from the distant sea.

Immediately, the game prompts: [It has been detected that someone pressed the [Emergency Call] button. Do you want to exit the game? 】

Ishida Eiko's voice became clear, "Future?"

"You have a courier. The courier said that the person involved must sign for it in person. It is a courier from Florida."

"There's a game pod icon on it."

(End of this chapter)