Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 70 Scream

Yes, there's going to be a murder.

A future person keenly smells vague danger signals, quietly alerts everyone present, captures all information, and pays attention to everyone's emotions and status.

For example, Sekiya Kaoru and Watanabe Komi, who like Minagawa Katsuhiko, the former was rejected when confessing, and the latter planned to confess, such as Tanaka Naomichi, who likes Sekiya Kasuhiko, and Wakamatsu Toshihide, who likes Mouri Ran but is obviously a bit mindless.

Another example is the somewhat strange Mrs. Minagawa and Susumu Minagawa.

The aboriginal people are quite interesting, forming a subtle fire field, and the beautiful subtle flames are spreading to outsiders like them.

Mirai Ichijo drank the orange juice in one gulp, picked up the coffee cup, took two sips without raising his eyebrows, and smiled at Conan again, "Children your age need to pay more attention to their dental health, and it's better to eat less cake, no. He might get tooth decay like that kid just now."

Also, "Caffeine is not good for children. If you drink too much, you may not be able to sleep tonight."

He moved the coffee cup in front of Conan and moved the orange juice cup back, "Drink more juice."

I replenished myself with two more bites of cake.

Ichijo Mirai's attitude is obvious.

Although I fished Conan in an emergency before and snatched people with blood, he was obviously not a warm and friendly person towards children. He even touched Conan's head with a hint of "I feel like I need to touch my head here, so I'll touch it with a little water." You know I touched you, you know you were touched, ok, the process is over, and it means perfunctory.

It is an attitude that is neither hostile nor enthusiastic towards children.

Because of this, Conan didn't expect Ichijo Mirai to say a few more words to stop him from drinking coffee and cake. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay."

He picked up the orange juice glass, first carefully observed his child's hand, and then cautiously spoke in a child's tone: "Turns out it's a habit of brother Ichijo. I thought it was brother Ichijo who doesn't like Mrs. Minagawa very much."

"She looked a little sad just now."

"Ms. Minagawa seems to have misunderstood that you don't like the cake she made. She probably thinks that the sushi is not to your taste, so you refuse like this." He observed Ichijo Mirai's expression, paying attention to whether there was any rejection, "I need to explain to her ?"

No matter what the situation, there's something strange about urging someone to eat something you've made while still staring at it.

But neon is different, and the situation of visiting as a guest is different.

Neon is a place with a small territory and a lot of rules. If the already recognized tacit rules are stuffed into the air, I am afraid that even the air will condense into a heavy entity that is more complicated than a pie.

For example, when you are a guest at someone else's home, when the host brings out a dessert made by himself, you should eat it in person and praise the host's craftsmanship appropriately. It would be rude not to eat it.

This is no longer just a neon social rule, it is a worldwide social rule. Everyone with normal emotional intelligence will taste the dessert as soon as possible without urging, and no matter how ordinary it is, they will say something like that praise.

Therefore, although it is a bit strange to mention it alone, as the hostess who has been busy preparing meals for her son and his friends' dinner parties, Mrs. Minagawa's behavior is normal.

What is abnormal is a future that refuses to speak in the face of the master's silent urging.

"Explanation?" Mirai Ichijo looked towards the kitchen, "No, the facts are more suitable than explanations. She saw me tasting coffee and cake with a smile on my face."

The kitchen door was open, and Mrs. Minagawa was standing by the kitchen counter preparing coffee. She looked over and saw the corner of the living room and Ichigo Mirai, who cautiously only took two bites of cake.

So, she breathed a sigh of relief, her slightly melancholy frowned brows unfurled, she nodded to a distant future, smiled, and then lowered her head to prepare coffee.

Minagawa Susumu took the opportunity to sneak out of the kitchen, happily ran to Minagawa Katsuhiko and said a few words. He was pushed away, and happily ran to Ichijo Mirai, and looked at Conan, "Hello, my name is Minagawa Susumu. Just call me Ah Jin!”

He looked at Conan longingly, "What is your name? Can you be my friend?"

"I don't have any friends lately."

He raised his head again, thinking that he was sizing up a future in secret. He couldn't express his envy and pride, "Your brother is so handsome. My brother is also very handsome. We can be friends!"

Mirai Ichijo pretended not to hear.

Conan controlled his expression and said, "My name is Conan, Edogawa Conan. You can also call me Conan."

"Ichijo-nii is not my brother," he explained while sitting to one side to make way for an empty seat, "We just met today."

Minagawa Susumu received the friendly signal and immediately sat in the empty seat obediently, "Thank you."

He glanced at the table and found that everyone had a cup of coffee next to him, so he reached for the extra cups of coffee on the table, pulled it in front of him, took a sip as if to taste it, and immediately covered his mouth because of the bitterness, "Ugh!"

"Did we just meet today? Then you have to hurry up."

Coffee is very bitter for a child. Minagawa Susumu's face wrinkled up with bitterness, "You have to work hard to make him your brother, otherwise he will be taken away."

Conan: "?"

ah?Can you still work hard to make other people your 'brothers'?
Minagawa Susumu proudly said, "I worked very hard to get my handsome brother!"

"Even though my brother seems to treat me badly, he actually likes me very much. He just has a bad temper because he is sad. He usually plays with me and apologizes when he makes me sad."

From the moment they met, Minagawa Katsuhiko has been smoking, looking bad-tempered and impatient, and his attitude towards the six or seven-year-old Susumu Minagawa is not very good, and he doesn't seem to like his younger brother.

After hearing this, Conan raised his head and glanced at Minagawa Katsuhiko, and whether he believed it or not, he agreed with the child, "Then your brother is a good brother."

Minagawa Katsuhiko finished a cup of coffee and took out the cigarette case. Halfway through, his eyes paused on Minagawa Susumu, frowned, and stood up again, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

As he walked outside, he opened the cigarette case and stopped at the door, "Tsk, no more cigarettes."

"No more?" Wakamatsu Junxiu subconsciously touched himself, "I didn't bring it."

"Katsuhiko, how often have you smoked recently..."

Minagawa Katsuhiko interrupted this concern, "Does anyone bring cigarettes?"

Except for the children, myself and Toshihide Wakamatsu, who did not bring a cigarette, there were only two men present.

Tanaka Naomichi, who had been gloomy and silent, stood up and spoke proactively for the first time, "I'll bring it."

He was so positive that he spoke a little faster than usual.

He handed over a pack of cigarettes, "Here, smoke it."

"I knew you guy would smoke out your cigarette."

Minagawa Katsuhiko took it, thanked him and walked out of the living room without looking back, "Thank you."

Tanaka Naomichi sat down again.At this time, Minagawa Shincai spoke in a low voice, "Although my brother smokes and smells bad, if he puts on some perfume, he will become a popular handsome guy."

"He seems to have a bad temper, but he is very soft-hearted. After two or three years of hard work, I got a real brother."

He once again looked at Ichijo Mirai and Suzuki Sonoko in secret, and asked in a low voice seriously: "That hairband sister likes your brother very much, right? She keeps staring at your brother, just like Xiaoxiang sister keeps staring at my brother. Same."

"But you don't have 'Brother Zhidao', so it's a bit difficult."

"If Sister Hairband confesses to your brother, no one will threaten, 'That guy dares to let Xiaoxiang down, I will kill him.' Then won't your brother agree? It's not your brother, it's Hairband My sister’s boyfriend will never play with you again.”

The tone is very cute and childish, so childish that it will make people who like children smile immediately.

But mid-sentence, Mirai Ichijo and Conan stared at him.

Ichijo Mirai raised an eyebrow.

"Mr. Minagawa is not your biological brother?" Conan repeated these two pieces of information, "Mr. Naomichi said he wanted to hurt your brother?"

He subconsciously raised his head and looked from the open door of the living room to the empty courtyard. He couldn't find Minagawa Katsuhiko, and looked at Tanaka Naomichi who had just handed out the cigarette, feeling a little uneasy.

A kind of uneasiness that had arisen when he noticed the subtle atmosphere not long after entering the Minagawa house, and it was not aroused until now.

"He," Conan looked at Susumu Minagawa who had no idea what he was talking about, and then looked at Mirai Ichijo who also heard these words, "He just took Mr. Tanaka's cigarette?"

No, nothing will happen, right?
Next to her, Watanabe Komi, who had been hesitating, hesitated for a long time, then quietly stood up and walked out as quietly as possible before anyone else noticed her, holding a box of chocolates for confession in her hand.

Ichijo Mirai glanced at Watanabe who left the living room from the edge, and then glanced at Tanaka Naomichi who had lowered his head and said nothing after passing the cigarette. He said without any personal opinion, only telling the facts, "Mr. Tanaka handed the cigarette in public." Everyone saw the smoke. If the smoke was poisonous, the police would know it as soon as they investigate."

"That lady went to see Mr. Minagawa with chocolates."

However, compared to these: "I remember Miss Mori's father was a detective?"

"Is your last name Edogawa?"

Ichijo Mirai looked Conan squarely in the eyes and said, "As expected of a kid who knows detectives, he looks like a little detective."

Even when Minagawa Susumu said, "Naomichi brother threatened to kill brother," he didn't take it seriously. Even a normal adult wouldn't have much reaction when he heard it. At most, he would frown and pay attention in case there would be a fight later. event.

But Conan's first reaction was: Minagawa Katsuhiko took Naomichi Tanaka's cigarette, will something happen?
Only people who are often exposed to murder cases can react without thinking.

Minagawa Susumu did not have this reaction, and was a little confused: "Huh?"

"My brother recently went to the hospital for a physical examination. He is in good health, but he smokes more frequently."

He was more concerned about this than this: "Sister Watanabe went to confess her love?"

Compared with the relaxed tone when talking about Sekiya Misaki, Minagawa Susumu was much more nervous. He almost stood up and ran out to find Minagawa Katsuhiko, "Then brother..."

Before he could take the next step, he heard Mrs. Minagawa's stern voice, "Ajin!"

Mrs. Minagawa walked out of the kitchen quickly with the coffee pot in hand and scolded Susumu Minagawa severely, "Didn't my brother tell you not to disturb their party? Why did you sit down!"

"Didn't you just eat some sushi and drink juice in the kitchen? Why are you drinking coffee again!"

She put down the coffee pot and smiled at the other people who looked at her, "Sorry, I was so excited."

Minagawa Susumu stood up obediently, lowered his head, and his voice quickly took on a crying tone, "I'm sorry, Mom."

Mao Lilan looked left and right, then hesitantly said to calm the atmosphere, "Ajin just drank some coffee and didn't eat any cake. He shouldn't have a toothache, right?"

Mrs. Minagawa sat behind Minagawa Susumu and pushed him down. She still had a bit of displeasure on her face, but she still smiled reluctantly, "Please, Miss Mori, please help me take care of the photo. You are obviously a guest, but yet..."

She looked at her child's aggrieved expression and the tears in his eyes, and sighed helplessly, "Okay, today is my brother's party, so I won't be so strict with you. You are eating chocolate and drinking coffee, ugh."

"Come, try the cake made by mom, please don't cry, okay?"

The tense atmosphere that had just been tense due to the mother's harsh reprimand to her son relaxed again, just as Mrs. Minagawa reluctantly let out a soft voice.

She took a plate of cakes, and like countless mothers who were helpless with their children, she began to feed her sons desserts. Her eyes became softer and softer, "There is really nothing I can do about you."

Minagawa Susumu tentatively bit the cake on the spoon in disbelief, "Is it really edible, mom?"

"Of course," Mrs. Minagawa tapped the tip of his nose. "The coffee is so bitter. If I don't let you eat the cake, won't you shed tears of grievance later? Mom doesn't understand you yet."

The atmosphere became softer and gentler, and mother and son were enjoying themselves harmoniously.

Conan watched them enjoying themselves and frowned unconsciously, "Isn't the cake specially sweetened?" '

Mrs. Minagawa was clearly furious when Minagawa took a bite of chocolate, but now she personally feeds her son a specially sweetened cake...?
After observing hesitantly for a few seconds, Conan scanned the entire scene and unconsciously focused on a future: this was a detective.

He is also a young, handsome and capable detective who has been passionately certified by Suzuki Sonoko! ’, although there is no credibility at all, but he came back from the United States. With this alone, the credibility skyrocketed.

Would such a detective notice anything?
With this idea in mind, Conan observed a future reaction:

His ever-present polite smile temporarily went offline for a moment, and his red eyes stared at the happy Minagawa mother and son. The shadow of broken hair probably cast into his eyes, and there was an inexplicable blood-like faintness in the shadow, as if he could not see the light. The vampire stared at the humans who had left the sunlight unconsciously.

Only for a moment.

Before Conan's creepy instinct could explode, a future gaze moved away from Minagawa and his son and landed on Conan.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, without any sharpness that would cause alarm. He only treated the snoopers with gentleness without thorns. He seemed to have a good temper, "Miss Maori is watching you, little detective."

Ok?
Hearing the keyword, Conan turned his head subconsciously, just in time to meet Mao Lilan's bent water-purple eyes.

She hugged Conan gently and asked softly: "Do you miss your mother, Conan?"

A shrill scream of terror rang out, piercing everyone's brains sharply, interrupting Conan's urgently organized explanations and excuses.

"what--!!!"

　First update, two in one, and

　　
　
(End of this chapter)