Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 98 Gift (Two in One)

Outside the window, under the lush green plants, is a future.

When he heard the cry, he stood up. He stood up suddenly, as if his eyes were darkened after sitting for a long time, and he steadied himself, and said in deep thought, "I seem to..."

There was nothing unusual about Zhu Fu Jingguang's expression. It was just the helpless expression of an ordinary police academy freshman who was punished when he saw another police academy freshman being lazy, "Sure enough."

"Matsuda-san is right, Kujo-san, you really don't intend to move your body."

Translation: I didn't hear what the instructors just said.

Mirai Ichijo didn't care very much and didn't listen at all. He still looked thoughtful and said the second half of the sentence carefully, "I was scolded."

Known: The scene just now is a clip of the 'player' in the plot setting communicating with his mother when he was a child.

It is also known that the 'player' was ill when he was a child.

These are some diseases that may be inherited from the mother, most likely mental illness, manifested as cognitive abnormalities, not afraid of corpses at all, and may even think that the mother will kill him, and choose to accept it after careful consideration.

Double Known: A future player.

and so……

Mirai Ichijo concluded, "I really got scolded."

*
"Don't scold him."

Gin twirled a glass of wine in his hand, looked down at the colorful lights melting into the wine, and said coldly: "Within half an hour of meeting, you will definitely want to scold him, but don't scold him."

The bar next to him was flashing with colorful lights, making the place hazy and ambiguous. He sat alone in his seat.

A passing bunny girl waiter approached in surprise, "Sir, what did you just say?"

Her eyes lingered on the wine in Gin's hand, "Do you want to order another drink..."

While speaking, her right hand holding the tray was slightly tilted, her left hand slid from the side of her waist where half of her fair skin was exposed, and she turned out a gun.

Gin raised his hand with the wine glass, placed it on the tray, and pressed the tray down together with the muzzle of the gun that had just been protruded, "Belmod."

He said coldly: "Time is limited, sit down."

"Go meet the new guy within three hours."

The bunny girl waiter did not struggle. She placed the tray on the table following the force of the gin. She also sat down and picked up the glass of beautifully brewed grape brandy on the tray. She held the cup in her mouth with a smile, "It's really Hate it, I just got off the plane and you are so eager for me to meet the 'new guy'?"

She pronounced the word 'newcomer' slightly longer, adding a bit of ambiguity to the imagination.

"Aren't you very strong in refusing me to interfere in Tokyo affairs and the newcomers' affairs?" Belmode smiled again, "I mentioned it repeatedly before, but you refused, but now you are asking me to intervene, oh, this is really a turn of events. Turn around."

Belmode is a relatively mysterious and dangerous code member in the organization.

She is a dancing butterfly, a beautiful and intoxicating spider, the most unreachable moonlight in the minds of some members of Codename, and the best dog trainer. She is a being who can pull the dog leash and give them orders casually. .

It was too much trouble to negotiate with such a guy. Every smile and every turn of her eyes were filled with poison. If she wasn't careful, she would fall into a trap. Gin never wanted to deal with him.

But this time something is special.

The special thing is: "The information shows that it was your oversight to let him go."

On the day that the two police officers died, the organization took away Ichiichi Mirai, but not long after, he left the organization and disappeared. It was only recently that he resurfaced, joined the organization, and successfully gave the organization and Tokyo a small chance. A small shock.

According to the data, the only one who has contact with a future is Belmode.

It was Belmod's fault for letting him go.

Rounding it all off, she is partly responsible for this little shock, and she needs to be responsible.

"Huh?" Belmode covered his lips in pretending to be surprised, "So?"

She laughed and said, "What you got is not complete information."

"He did not go through the procedures of ordinary organization members. No other code-named members left traces on the information. Of course, it's not that no one is interested in him. It's just that we don't have permission to see him. I have permission."

As she spoke, she pretended to think deeply, "If you don't know about his existence, it can also be understood as 'no one is interested in him'."

Gin frowned.

Belmod added: "I just have permission. The record about me in your document is that I applied to see him once."

He deliberately said emphatically, "The gentleman approved it. I agree."

"But he refused." She hooked her finger on the wine glass with a rather nonchalant tone, "He didn't want to see me, so he refused, and disappeared not long after that. From the beginning to the end, we had no contact."

"Is it too much to ask me to take some of the blame, Jean?"

Gin frowned again.

Not because Belmod discovered his manipulation of dragging people into the water without hesitation, but because: "He refused?"

...You actually have the authority to refuse?
This is not indicated in the data.

In the organization, each code member has a corresponding part of authority. They each perform their duties, and they also know how not to be overly curious and take the initiative to explore some things that they should not explore. So after a pause, Gin immediately added: " With your character, you are actually willing to give up."

The questions turned into cynicism.

The smile on Belmod's lips deepened, and she looked at Gin with interest, "Yes."

"You almost broke the rules. It's really bad. Do you want to report it to the superiors... I mean, your phone has been ringing since the beginning."

She frowned, "It will ring once every minute, and will stop for 5 minute every 1 minutes. It will only prompt text messages."

"It's been twenty and ten minutes since you arrived, and it's been ringing so regularly. What's your emergency?"

On the table, Gin's cell phone was on, showing a caller ID that was not a warning call, but more like a warning call. After no one answered for a long time, the call automatically hung up. This time, when the 5 minutes were up, a somewhat confusing message was displayed. Worried text messages.

[Have you not had enough rest?It’s been 10 minutes, and you actually took a silent break and stopped answering the phone for 10 minutes. The organization has worked so hard...]

If the following words exceed the number of words displayed on the screen, they will be shortened to ellipses.

Seeing Belmod looking at the phone, Gin raised his hand and calmly typed in the text message.

So the second half of the text message was completely displayed:

[The organization worked so hard to give you a job, generously gave you a salary, and even gave you the right to kill at will that only a few professions have, but you actually took a full 10 minutes of rest. Are you worthy of the organization? 】

'Are you worthy of the organization? ''Are you worthy of...what?
Belmode looked away, looked again, looked away again, looked again, and after confirming again and again, he slowly said: "What?"

"... newcomer?"

A text message from a new guy?

"Wow," she raised her eyes to see the calm expression on Gin's face, and couldn't help but be awe-struck, "To be so calm, it really is 'Gin', so ruthless."

Gin nodded, "I'm used to him going crazy..."

"If it were me," Bermod interrupted and continued talking on his own, "I would definitely not ignore him for such a long time."

"How can you be so cold and heartless for such a cute and clingy kid?"

Gin: "?"

His brows twitched and he repeated: "A cute, clingy, child?"

"You should really look in the mirror and see your expression now," Belmode couldn't help but laugh, "It's like you've seen a ghost."

Under the gaze of death, she barely suppressed her laughter and raised her hands, "Okay, okay, I won't joke anymore."

He was a bit thoughtful: "But, he is only 17 years old this year, right? Compared to you, he is indeed still a child, and has not even reached the age of marriage stipulated by neon law."

The legal age of majority in Neon is 20 years old, and the age at which men can get married is.

According to the law, Ichijo Mirai is still a minor who cannot get married.

But the law is the law. If you dare to despise him because of this, you will only become a dead corpse.

According to the intelligence collected by the organization, Mirai Ichijo should be the son of a police officer with a very high sense of morality. It is an existence that the organization needs to blacken as soon as possible, but in fact...not to mention the time when he has no sense of morality, Mirai Ichijo does indeed have a sense of morality. of.

Faced with such a dangerous person, Belmod's focus was actually on not reaching the age of marriage. Gin was too lazy to comment on how biased this focus was, and only said: "I'm looking forward to your reaction after meeting him."

"I hope you can say something like 'cute and clingy child' again, even if it's a joke."

"Have you read the information I sent you? You must read it."

It is a piece of information that will lead to two perfect terrorist attacks on Tokyo in the future, unilaterally bullying Gin, Rum and Tokyo.

"You must see it," Gin emphasized, gesturing around with his eyes, "Do you know why I asked you to meet in the evening? It's only six o'clock now."

Logically speaking, six o'clock is when the nightlife begins, and people have begun to gather in the bar, but there won't be too many people.

But now, the bar is overcrowded, and the number of people is as high as midnight.

"Huh?" Belmode guessed casually, "Because I just got off the plane less than an hour ago?"

"No," Gin denied, "because if it were a few hours later, the bar would be closed."

Oh, it turns out that if it were a few hours later, the bar would be, etc.

"close the door?"

Belmode slowly popped up a question mark, "How many hours will the bar be closed?"

what?
"I haven't been to Tokyo for a while," she was a little surprised. "Aren't the bars in Tokyo always open until morning? Are there any new laws and policies?"

Then he reacted, "It can't be because..."

Gin: "Yeah."

"It's because of the fear of 'cute and clingy children,'" he said coldly. "There are no new legal policies or newly introduced administrative treaties. Tokyo bars invariably take the initiative to do so without any explicit regulations. It closes at ten o'clock in the evening. Except for a few bars that provide private meeting spaces and cannot close, all bars will close at ten o'clock."

On the desktop, one minute passed, and the phone again lit up with a new call notification.

"Ever since the sniper incident," Gin clicked on his phone that lit up, "at night, the flow of people on the street will decrease. After ten o'clock in the evening, there is almost no one on the street, and even overtime hours have been moved to the latest Eleven o’clock.”

He said calmly: "The programmer the organization is targeting has been home before twelve o'clock for three consecutive days."

Belmode: "?"

She reacted with understanding, "Oh, because he shot too fast, almost as if he was killing people indiscriminately without thinking."

Not to mention ordinary Tokyo citizens, even members of organizations without authority and black figures who have always been gangsters have begun to behave with their tail between their legs.

Nothing else, because Mirai Ichijo shot too quickly.

It was so fast that it seemed like he was killing people indiscriminately. There was no target, and he would shoot directly when someone appeared in the sniper scope.

Anyone who knows something about snipers will judge this way. After all, this is Tokyo, with countless ordinary residents, rather than a battlefield where everyone in the sniper scope is an enemy.

Not to mention ordinary Tokyo citizens and unsuspecting black personnel, after watching the video repeatedly, Bellmode, even though he already knew that every victim was a guy from the zoo, was still a little unsure: Ichiichi is really in the future? Differential killing, is it just good luck and hitting the target every time, or is it a precise sniper attack on the enemy?
And a little bit more inclined: maybe he is going crazy and killing people indiscriminately, but his luck is particularly good, and the enemy's luck is particularly bad...?
"Rum was responsible for the sniper case," Gin tapped his cell phone again, speaking calmly, "I don't know the specific story, but he was looking for Rum."

Belmode raised his eyebrows.

Gin was still very calm: "Rum has applied for external transfer."

"He is going to France on a mission and is not in Tokyo right now."

"So," he emphasized what he emphasized at the beginning, "within half an hour of meeting him, he will definitely make you want to scold him."

Whether it's psycho, shit, or some other dirty word, "But, suck it up."

"You have emphasized it again and again," Belmode rolled his eyes, "In fact, you don't need to emphasize that I won't be like Rum."

The two of them have already acquiesced: During the mission, Rum provoked a future.

Why else would it be 'he keeps looking for rum'?And why do you 'apply for external transfer'?
"Don't worry, that gentleman also cares about the stability of the members of the organization because he is good enough." Belmod picked up the wine glass and took a sip slowly, letting the wine soak his red lips. "I'm here I knew the situation would be difficult before I came here, so I made plans in advance and prepared small gifts that suited my needs.”

"I just need your help, a small favor."

She lowered her eyelashes, licked her wet lips, and raised the corners of her lips, "Lend me a villa. I want a villa in the suburbs. Even if someone shoots in the villa, no one will hear it."

"Then send him the address."

　Do you understand the value of a programmer arriving home before twelve o'clock for three consecutive days?

　　Just tell me if he is the Messiah!Yes or no!

　　(No)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)