Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 77 Mr. Kazami
A future: "?"

He pondered for a few seconds, then looked at the phone screen to confirm that he had indeed made the right call, and asked politely: "I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

Was the neon police of the late [-]th century so outrageous?

It's quite liberal.

If you add a bit of free and fresh cynicism, it will be a perfect example of the son inheriting his father's ambition.

"Uh," the operator was obviously more nervous. He stuttered before repeating through gritted teeth, "Sir, do you know sign language?"

"I'm really sorry, because the car accident happened in a busy area and caused a great impact. We dispatched most of the police force just ten minutes ago. We may not be able to help children who get lost in time."

Because there is a life-threatening emergency, it is normal for the police not to immediately dispatch to help a lost child.

It's just that the subtext of 'if you can sign language, then help yourself and the police won't have to call out' is very tricky. If you really know sign language, will you still call the police hotline?

Moreover, the operator was so nervous that even his voice was tight, he was short of breath, and he felt guilty.

Mirai Ichijo continued to listen without changing his expression.

"It takes a certain amount of time for the police to dispatch," the operator explained. "If you know sign language, uh,"

He stammered and explained, "Of course, if you don't know sign language, the police will dispatch the police as soon as possible, but it will take some time, about two hours. You can temporarily put the child in a convenience store first, maybe Parents will look for it.”

The phone was not in hands-free mode, and the sound was not very loud. The operator's background sound was a bit messy, with electromagnetic sounds like rustling, and it sounded like the signal was unstable.

Probably because the operator's entire call was recorded, and the technology at the end of the [-]th century was not very advanced, there was noise.

But it's more likely because...

Someone is listening.

Someone was monitoring the call with the police. It seemed like it was just a conversation between two people, but there were at least a dozen pairs of ears standing next to him. Mirai Ichijo was used to it.

But now, he is an ordinary resident and is calling the police for help.

Neon's police operator is so unreliable, is he actually equipped with a monitor to listen to real-time calls?
Mirai Ichijo remained calm and confirmed in a gentle tone: "Two hours?"

"It's been a while, but the child's condition is quite stable, so he can..."

In the background, there were distinct footsteps, followed by a very low voice, "I'm back, Officer Kazami."

"I'm really sorry to trouble you. I clearly remembered to bring the documents over, but I didn't expect to bring them over. I forgot them in the conference room. I'm really sorry, eh? Are you already on the call?"

Then there was a low reply from Mr. Kazami. Why was he not there if he didn't answer the file? He only answered the last question, "Yes, I'll finish the connection first and then give it to you. It's not an urgent case, but a child is lost." "

Getting lost was indeed not an emergency case, so the police officer who had left for a moment breathed a sigh of relief and immediately asked, "You don't seem to have any experience in wiring, right?"

Mr. Feng Jian: "I asked them to monitor me. If I made any omissions in my answers, a light would turn on to remind me. That's... why did the light turn on?!"

They communicated quietly.

The child was so small that if he were a normal person, he would not be able to hear it at all and would just explain the child's situation to himself. When the explanation was completed, the two police officers should have finished communicating in a low voice.

Only for ordinary people.

Mirai Ichijo heard clearly, so: "..."

Good, good.

No wonder the operator was so nervous and his voice was tense. No wonder he said such unreliable things. No wonder someone was listening.

...Why are the real police worse than the police in the game?

Souyi's target Mu Shisan and the operator Feng Jian, in just one day, Ichichi Mirai has seen the police's unreliability twice.

It was so unreliable that he felt that if he was only active in Neon, he could escape for a lifetime, which would be easier and more relaxed than dealing with Onitsuka Hazo in the game.

"Ahem, I'm really sorry," Mr. Feng Jian suddenly regained his voice and spoke even more stumblingly, "I will contact the police as soon as possible."

He paused for a few seconds, as if he was reading the instructions, and then quickly repeated the address mentioned in the future, "Please wait a moment, I received instructions here, there are two exchanges nearby, and we can arrive in 3 minutes." !”

A future: "."

"3 minutes?" he repeated, "OK, I'll hang up first."

Mr. Feng Jian breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, okay!" The phone hung up.

Ichijo Mirai temporarily tamed Brick's mobile phone and typed out a line of text for the child who was still looking at him eagerly: [In 3 minutes, the police arrived. 】

He wasn't sure the child, who couldn't speak, knew how to read.

The child obediently looked at the phone screen.

She looked at it for two seconds, blinked, pointed to [Police] on her phone, then pointed to a future, made a check sign under her chin again, and showed a bright smile.

"Yes," Mirai Ichijo nodded, "I contacted the police."

He put away his mobile phone, opened the car door, and naturally picked up the stuffed bear that the child had between his legs. He touched it and confirmed that there was no foreign object inside. The child's clothes were neat and tidy, and there was no danger of hiding a bomb. Only when the items are in the place can I really let my guard down.

The child didn't resist, but after looking at Mirai Ichijo at close range, he made a gesture of grabbing his nose with his hands and blushed.

This time, a future was identified: shyness.

He first opened his hand to signal, picked up the child in slow motion, and then continued to speak slowly, "I will take you to the convenience store first. What I reported to the police was the location of the convenience store."

"The police will arrive in three minutes and take you to find your parents."

"Is your home nearby? No need to make gestures, just nod or shake your head."

The child reacted for a few seconds, hugged the future's neck tightly, shook his head vigorously, and nodded again.

A future: "Not nearby, but not far?"

"Do you know anyone nearby?"

The child smiled brightly again, nodded vigorously, and made another shy gesture.

The first two times this shy gesture appeared were to Ichijo Mirai.

A reasonable guess for the future, "Is it a handsome man?"

After seeing the child nodding his head repeatedly, he asked again: "How long have you known him? If you have known him for more than a month, you will nod your head, and if you have less than a month, you will shake your head."

The child shook his head.

"Do your parents know him?"

The kid shook his head again.

"He brought you here?"

The child nodded, made a few more gestures, and smiled sheepishly again. The smile was like a soft marshmallow, clean and harmless, and easy to deceive at first sight.

Mirai Ichijo nodded, "OK, I understand."

I want to make a special mention to the police later and ask them to tell this child’s parents: there are shameless gangsters kidnapping their children.

He had no intention of directly negotiating with the police, so he walked to the convenience store with his child in his arms. He first greeted Suzuki Sonoko, who was struggling to say something, but then stopped abruptly. He then greeted the clerk at the front desk and briefly explained what happened.

The clerk was a woman who looked to be in her 40s or [-]s. After hearing this, her first reaction was surprise: "Huh?"

Then he said softly, "What a cute child, no wonder someone would cheat him. Don't worry, I will tell the police."

"She looks about the same age as my kids."

The clerk carefully picked up the child. The posture for holding a six- or seven-year-old child was very standard. Normally, the child would not be uncomfortable, but the child suddenly became anxious and quickly reached out and made a few gestures.

A future person would go through the process of an adult touching a child's head, and simply said perfunctorily, "Don't be afraid, it's safe, the police will come."

He didn't have the tender heart that adults have toward children, and his attitude was flat, "Sorry, I don't know sign language."

I can't understand the meaning of those sign languages.

but……

Mirai Ichijo raised his hand, showing his little finger, and pushed his palm sideways, "Behave before the police arrive, okay?"

(End of this chapter)