Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 99 I have black hair
[Mission location: xxxx. 】

[Mission target: Yucheng Liuli. 】

[Task requirement: Get private documents. 】

[Mission Notes: It is not a mouth-killing mission, please do not do it. 】

A future message was sent from Gin, and he typed slowly to reply: [I have arrived. 】

And rarely received a reply in seconds: [Automatic reply: It is not a silence task, please do not do it. 】

he:"?"

He sent another message and received a very targeted reply again. He stared at the screen for a few seconds before pressing the doorbell of the villa with a smile.

The clear ringing of the doorbell echoed in circles, and soon a rough voice replied from inside the villa: "Here he comes."

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 30s and dressed as a chef opened the door and looked cautiously, "Who are you?"

Several analytic points emerge.

[Improper chef clothing is the most common type. There are many traces of cooking on the lower abdomen, cuffs and chest of the clothes. He must be a novice in the kitchen. To people who have eaten food, he may still be Stomach killer. ]
[Not wearing a chef's hat, my hair is a little thin. When I feel that any dish is not flavorful enough when cooking, I may shake off the greasy hair to add a rich taste to the dish... A stomach killer, he is definitely a stomach killer. ]
[There is a thick layer of gun calluses on the hand. He is a frequent shooter. ]
[The shoes are new slippers that have just torn open the packaging bag. The pungent smell of new products still remains, but the smell is probably covered by a stronger smell... Of course, it does not refer to foot odor, but the smell of earth. His There was dirt on the socks and trouser legs, fresh dirt. ]
[There is sweat on the forehead and armpits, the body temperature is slightly high, and I have just run in the past few minutes. ]
This information was displayed one by one, converging into a comprehensive message on the middle-aged chef's face: [A black figure who just arrived a few minutes ago does not belong to this villa. ]
Black characters are normal, but:
[There is an unknown bulge on the lower back, suspected to be a gun. ]
The middle-aged chef held the doorknob with his left hand, and his right hand was hanging in the air. After hearing the doorbell and opening the door, he was alert and wanted to reach for the gun with his right hand on his lower back.

All the analyzable information was decrypted, and time started to flow again. The vigilance on the middle-aged man's face came to life, and the hand hovering in the air started to move again, maintaining its original trajectory towards his lower back.

A hand from the future.

He grabbed the door with one hand and pushed it out, causing the middle-aged man holding the doorknob to stumble subconsciously. He reached out to the middle-aged man's lower back with one hand, slapped the other man's hand away, and held a gun.

A black gun.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the middle-aged man's forehead.

The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, "You...!"

Mirai greeted politely, "Good evening."

"I hope you don't have insurance."

He pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, and the middle-aged man's body swayed, his eyes widened, staring at a future, his two eyes were black and white, and his one new eye shed unyielding tears of blood, and he fell stiffly backwards to the ground.

"Oops, my marksmanship has deteriorated," Mirai Ichijo said without changing his expression. Even though he couldn't tell the level of marksmanship with this gun, he still concluded seriously at the moment of shooting, "Sure enough, my proficiency in guns has really declined. .”

"Thank you for verifying it for me, otherwise I would have to suffer for a while, kind sir."

Without even looking at the body on the ground, he stepped over the body, closed the door behind him, and said calmly: "Unfortunately, I don't like someone pulling a gun in front of me."

There were hurried footsteps from other parts of the villa, and a maid heard the sound and rushed over, "What's wrong? What's wrong with you! Why did you just drive...ah!"

Mirai Ichijo fired again and sighed: "Sure enough, my marksmanship has really deteriorated."

Ignoring the freshly burned gunshot wounds on the two corpses, he walked around the first floor of the villa with two black pistols.There were only two corpses in the villa, and there was a corpse on the second floor that was not yet a corpse, but when Ichigo walked up to the third floor in the future, it turned into a corpse.

The third floor is quiet and quiet.

The entire villa fell into such silence that one could even hear breathing. There were various photos and newspapers everywhere in the villa.

The photos are of a woman, a woman with black hair. Some of the photos are beautiful photos of her alone, some of her with some people, and some of the photos are from award ceremonies.

In almost every photo, she showed a sweet smile, with the corners of her lips raised, and even the mole under the corner of her lips was covered with a soft feeling.

The newspapers were cut out in pieces, and news about a female celebrity published in many newspapers was accurately cut out. The name of the female star was the same as the name of the mission target sent by Gin: Yucheng Ruri.

Mirai Ichijo opened his phone to check for a few seconds, then walked to the master bedroom on the third floor.

The master bedroom on the third floor is also quiet, but it is no longer the silence of no one but corpses, nor the silence of other survivors in the villa praying that they will not be discovered. It is the silence of soft and sweet sleep, like a dream.

As soon as he opened the door, Ichijo Mirai smelled a sweet smell similar to dessert and saw the dim bedroom.

The dark bedroom was covered with a snow-white furry carpet, and in the middle was a large bed with a curtain hanging down. The curtain hung down, blocking the bed into a blur. I couldn't see clearly, but I could only make out a bulge.

Ichijo Mirai walked over, opened the bed curtain with the muzzle of his gun, and saw a woman sleeping on the bed.

She is exactly the same as the woman in the photo outside. She has black hair, beautiful cheeks, and a small mole on her chin. The only difference is that the woman in the photo is sober and sweet, and is a very professional person. star, the woman on the bed just woke up from her sleep and looked a little hazy.

"What's wrong? Is it late?"

The woman opened her eyes, but did not raise her head. She still rested lazily on the bed with her face on the pillow. She didn't hear an answer for a few seconds. She reacted, slowly raised her head, and looked at Ichijo Mirai.

Ichijo Mirai smiled politely.

Yucheng Liuli smiled in surprise. She immediately abandoned her remaining sleepiness and the soft bed, threw herself at Ichigo Mirai, and got into his arms: "Qin!"

She hooked a future button and looked up from his arms. The smile on her face was particularly sweet and intoxicating, and there seemed to be brewing wine in her eyes. "You finally came to see me again, Qin."

Mirai Ichijo smiled politely.

And slowly typed a question mark: "?"

……what?
He lowered his head and saw Yucheng Liuli hugging his waist. He saw her extraordinarily sweet and nostalgic smile as if she was treating his familiar lover. He also saw the black dress on his body, and he suddenly realized: Oh, this celebrity lady He recognized it as Gin.

The room was too dark, and when it came to other people, Gin, who didn't like to smile by nature, really loved to smile, and was smiling almost every second.

They were both wearing black clothes, and their body shapes were somewhat similar, so when they saw him, Yucheng Liuli recognized him as Gin, which made sense... shit.

"Miss face blindness," Ichijo Mirai raised Amagi Ruri's chin and greeted her very politely, "Good evening."

He reminded me in a friendly way, "I have black hair."

　Okay, now that Akai Feng Ping has suffered, it’s Gin’s turn!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)