Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 9 New Taste Festival

Mirai Ichijo looked out the window steadily.

He closed his eyes, paused in disbelief, and then opened them again.

I closed my eyes again, eased my double disbelief, and opened my eyes.

Outside the window, there is still a busy but desolate traffic. Pedestrians are carrying mobile phones and flip phones. The vehicles are clumsy and heavy, like squeaking pigs.

If you take a photo, you don't need to adjust the filter at all. Just shake your hands and blur it a bit, and you will have an awe-inspiring screenshot of a 90s TV series.

A future: "..."

In this world that still uses big brother and big clamshell phones, how on earth did we develop a game cabin?

"Because I'm too afraid of pain, I put all my play into it", right?
Ichijo Miku didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

Shocked, he lifted up his high-tech watch to confirm and found that the screen only displayed time, not date, and opened the silver box to check the documents.

Good news: The documents are dated.

Bad news: But not quite.

The date on the document only contains the month and day, not the year.

A future continuation: "..."

He quickly rummaged around the room, trying to find the calendar, but to no avail, so he thought for a few seconds and reached out to rummage through the books on the shelf.

There are many books on the bookshelves, almost all of which are mystery works. Most of the bookshelves are filled with works by Agatha and Sherlock Holmes, and the rest are works by Quinn, Chesterton and others.

It's obviously in Neon, but the only book that can be considered a Neon writer is actually a Japanese dictionary.

I scanned the future, pulled out a Japanese dictionary, quickly flipped through the information to find the publication date, and my eyes froze.

Good news: The vintage is finally here!
Bad news: [-].

A vision of the future was fixed on the year [-]. I decisively stuffed the dictionary back and searched for other books with publication dates marked.

And again I found several books with years starting with [-], but none of them started with [-].

"..." Mirai Ichijo returned to the bathroom and confirmed that the game cabin he saw was not his illusion. He returned to the desk and looked out the window again, "Isn't it?"

No, sir, could a game cabin be developed in the era of clamshell computers at the end of the [-]th century?Partial subjects are not so partial.

Ichijo Miku doesn't understand and continues to be shocked.

He opened the door and walked out of the bedroom that shocked him. He saw a wooden staircase that was of similar technological level to the street outside the window, but was quite clean.

The soft and sweet aroma of desserts and the aroma of coffee came from the first floor, lingering in the entire house, as well as some low voices and the sound of clinking tableware.

Mirai Ichijo stood at the railing on the second floor and looked downstairs, vaguely catching a glimpse of the dessert shop scene downstairs.

He recalled Ishida Eiko's chef uniform and the flour on her hands, and confirmed the aunt's identity: the owner of a dessert shop and a chef.

The stairs are very long, with a turning platform in the middle. Every time you take a step, there is a creaking sound of wood, indicating that the stairs belong to an old man.

Mirai Ichichichi walked down the steps counting the steps. When he reached the platform, he paused and raised his head to count again. He said thoughtfully, "The footsteps in the morning did not come from the first floor, but from the platform."

In the morning, not long after he opened his eyes, he heard the angry footsteps coming from downstairs. It was Ishida Eiko's.

Because of his anger, the footsteps were very heavy, so loud that even a person with some hearing problems could roughly judge how many stairs there were.

But Eiko Ishida's number of steps only matched half the number of steps on the stairs, which means she was on the landing when she took the first step angrily.

Ichijo Mirai judged, he thoughtfully took another step down, left the platform, and stepped on the lower half of the stairs.

The wooden stairs creaked.

He corrected his judgment and made his wording more precise: Before taking the first step angrily, Ishida Eiko stayed on the platform and did not move for at least a minute.Because in the one or two minutes between 'opening his eyes and waking up' and 'hearing heavy footsteps', Ichimi Mirai did not hear the creak of the wooden stairs.

"Strange," Ichijo Mirai continued walking down, "the fear of me can be explained by 'ordinary people have an instinctive awe of a guy who owes 3000 million US dollars', but before entering the door and asking me to get up, he at least stopped in the middle of the stairs. 1 minute?"

very strange.

He walked to the first floor and saw clearly the layout of the first floor.

The first floor looks like an ordinary dessert shop, with mostly clean and cute decorations. Large pieces of glass replace the walls, allowing the warm morning sun to pour in.

Some people were already sitting in the dessert shop, mostly young women.

The kitchen door next to the stairs was open, and Eiko Ishida took out a large plate of bread from the oven while wearing thick gloves.

Hearing the creak of the stairs, she subconsciously heard the sound and saw a glimpse of the future. The naturally relaxed expression on her face tightened instantly, and then she slowly softened into a soft expression, "Future, how do you get down? Already?"

She was still afraid.

He didn't even put down the huge baking pan, he just held the baking pan and faced Ichijo Mirai and talked to him.

This is a kind of panic reaction similar to being at home alone, but unexpectedly discovering from clues that there are other people in the house.

Ichijo Mirai was familiar with this instinctive panic reaction and did not answer immediately.

He observed the changes in Ishida Hideko's expression, evaluated it for a few seconds, and then smiled: "Auntie, you are afraid of me."

Ishida Eiko shook for a moment, and the baking pan in her hand shook, then she realized what she was doing, stopped standing, turned around and put the baking pan down, "What? Haha, you kid, stop joking."

"There's not enough flour. Uncle You went to get flour. He'll be back later."

She turned back again, took out a piece of dessert, and worked without looking back as if she was very busy, emphasizing awkwardly: "I'll be back in a moment."

"By the way, why did you come out so quickly? Is there something wrong? Your uncle is still outside. I just let him do it."

It's already a bit of nonsense.

Future Ichijo walked over and said, "The game is being updated."

He took the dessert from Eiko Ishida's hand and said, "Do you want to go out? No, I'd better go."

"What table number is this?"

The plate in her hand was taken away. Ishida Eiko subconsciously stretched out her hand, paused in the air, and finally took it back, "Table No. 17."

"Don't think too much," she said timidly, "after all, you owe 3000 million..."

"And, and sleeping pills..."

She sighed, "Auntie is really afraid that you won't be able to bear it and will really hurt yourself."

"I haven't met you a few times, and I don't really have any feelings for you, but you look a lot like your mother. I'm really afraid that something unexpected will happen to you again. How can I explain to your mother?"

"Well," Mirai Ichijo said noncommittally, refusing to comment on the reason for fearing him, "Table 17, right? I'm going."

He walked to the kitchen door and turned around, "By the way, Auntie, what time is it now?"

"Tell me the full name of the year, month and day."

Seeing him turn around, Ishida Eiko asked urgently, "What?"

She quickly said: "New Taste Festival."

"Today is the New Taste Festival, November 23, [-]."

(End of this chapter)