Conan's Helping People

[Task Name: The Destiny Lamb of Toll Station]

【Task details:

Perhaps a few years, more than ten years, decades later, Lawson will deeply remember today, the day after he was ridiculed by the murderer of another serial murder case, he met the muse he hit.

Just looking at the innocent little lamb with only soft hair, he could imagine the wonderful appearance of the child floating on the water dyingly, thirsty for a chance to survive with his wet eyes, and also imagine the miserable appearance of the Federal Police Department's waste smoking cigarettes and responding to the pressure of journalists and public opinion with a pale face.

...Of course, the premise is that he can really live until decades later.]

[Task requirements: Continue to stare at Lawson with those green eyes, but it will last for three seconds to avoid over-excited]

【Task Reward: Ten Points】

[Task Tips: Oh, poor Lawson, being played in his palm.]

Hinata Riki: “…?”

He finished reading word by word, raised his eyes again, and looked at the burly staff member.

The other party was looking for money without blinking. The driver in black only handed out one banknote, but he was very generous and took out a banknote of varying amounts to count and handed it to the driver.

This look was too obvious. The driver in black stared at his hand that reached out to receive the money, neither the gentleman nor Belmode spoke.

The car was trapped in a delicate silence.

This subtle silence makes you feel that after a while, the condensed air can condense into a cool wine with unknown alcohol content.

In silence, the system prompts: [Task completion.]

Hinata glanced at the task completion prompt and ten points that were received, and slowly moved her sight to see the staff's generous actions of drawing money.

...Why are some people generous and stingy?

He simply lay on the car window and looked at the staff carefully.

The other party was wearing that red uniform jacket, and his body was really strong. The muscles on his shoulders were bulging, which made the clothes there crampedly. The hat on his head was also red, which was inexplicably small. The mask covered all his face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

The clothes were not suitable, which means that the staff was not a real staff member of the toll station. The real staff was probably lying on the cold floor and fell into a short sleep, or a permanent sleep.

No wonder you are so generous when you draw money.

After counting the banknotes bit by bit, the staff handed the banknotes to the driver. The driver took them silently. Just as he was about to start the vehicle, the staff suddenly said, "Wait, it seems that he has been looking for too many."

Then he snatched all the money back, and then gag in advance: "You can't do it if you don't want to make change, you shouldn't match the account."

The driver held his breath and looked back from the rearview mirror. He found that the gentleman had closed his eyes and rested at some point, and there was no displeasure on his expression. He looked at the other side and saw Hinata Riri who was lying on the open car window and focusing on the movements of the staff. He turned his head and looked at Belmode.

Belmode didn't say anything and continued to smile.

"...Please hurry up." The driver could only turn his head and reply to this staff member who was obviously not very similar to the staff.

"Well," the staff seemed to be slow to realize that it was something wrong to stare at someone for a long time, so they reluctantly retracted their gaze and talked to the driver, "Are you back from the airport just now?"

The driver responded vaguely.

"Are you from New York? It doesn't look very similar," the staff glanced at Hinata Yoshinori, then glanced at the gentleman and the hooked nose that was very conspicuous even with an oxygen hood.

The staff knew, "Oh, is it going to pick up the children of relatives?"

Almost as soon as the other party finished speaking, Hinata felt the danger and stopped lying on the car window, tilted his head to see the movement. He instantly sat upright and looked at the gentleman with intuition.

The gentleman calmly took out a gun and pulled the trigger neatly.

His wrist was shaking when he got in the car before, but now he held the gun, his hands were very stable, and even as if he didn't need recoil at all, his wrists did not deviate from it.

The bullet hit the staff member's forehead, leaving a suitable termination symbol for the other party's words that opened their minds.

The gentleman didn't even look at the falling corpse. He calmly put away the gun, and said lightly: "Drive."

The vehicle almost immediately rushed out.

Hinata maintained his body smoothly. He sniffed the smell of gunpowder and blood in the air, and was inexplicably relieved.

The shooting is very decisive, and once you hold the pistol, your condition is completely different.

It looks like he is very old and strong, and he can live for a long time!

"This is how ordinary families live in New York." Notice his eyes, the gentleman shook his head helplessly, as if he had become aged in his teenager in an instant, and continued to weaken. "But the better place here than Tokyo is that he can defend himself."

No matter what, it must be the dead who attacked us first. We were forced to carry out self-defense in accordance with the law, and Hyuga understood it reasonably.

He nodded deeply, and did not ask if there would be any problems when shooting openly at the toll station and being recorded by surveillance.

An ordinary serial killer without any backstage can be smooth sailing in New York. If it weren't for the collapse of FBI-related personnel and were chased by FBI, he would probably be able to live a good life in New York now, which shows how the New York police are sucking.

Considering that this is a work of reasoning, Hinata reasonably suspects that the New York police are more sucking than the Tokyo police... After all, the specialty of New York is various serial murders.

"New York is so free. Please take a gun with you in the future." Belmode smiled. "There are many hot-minded people in college. If you meet someone who doesn't know what you know, just kill them."

What are you talking about?

Hyuga reasonably repeated the key point that he didn't understand, "University?"

The unimportant thing just now did not have any impact on Belmode. She raised her eyebrows and gave a confirmation reply, "Yes, university."

"A normal family, of course, children must have normal jobs and studies." The gentleman said slowly, "Harvard Medical School, this is the new school I personally chose for you."

"I have an old friend there. You met him when you were a kid and helped him a few."

‘The new school I personally chose for you’, the representative cannot refute.

Fortunately, it’s not high school, but university. Rounding it around means it doesn’t exist at all and can be ignored directly.

That old friend must not be a student, but a professor or dean. The question is, how can a child help a professor or dean in a medical school?

Of course, it can be helpful in normal areas, but Hinata is reasonable to think it is a medical help, such as dedicating herself to research... refer to the transparent agent with unknown ingredients.

He nodded, looked at the gentleman first, and after getting the other party's gaze, he turned his gaze quietly to see Belmode.

The meaning is very clear: normal children must have normal work and study, and what about Belmode!

Belmode raised his eyebrows again, "I am a junior agent of FBI."

...Is this the normal job of children from normal families?

Is Haval Medical College a normal university for normal children in normal families?

The elderly in normal families meet and keep their faces off the murderer of the serial murder case that passed by... Wait, this is indeed normal in New York.

Hinata was convinced.

"Don't worry, it's normal procedures to transfer your academic qualifications here." The gentleman said again, "Sherry also studied here before."

I understand, organize traditional learning points.

Hinata Yori nodded again and said nothing.

The gentleman patted his hands and comforted him, "It's almost home."

The vehicles were still driving on the street, but the surrounding buildings were all ordinary, not something that was very expensive at first glance. When it turned into the residential area, separate houses and oversized lawns were displayed one by one.

It seems to be more familiar.

Hinata controlled his urge to frown properly. While looking around quietly, he casually threw a question to attract the attention of others to avoid being discovered by himself. "Is this...?"

“It’s the Staten district of New York, and most of the people who live here are middle-class,” explains Belmode. “There are lots of lawns, suitable for harmonious families with children.”

The name ‘Staton District’ ​​is unfamiliar, and Hinata no longer has any impression.

But as the vehicle penetrated deeper into this place, his inexplicable sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger, with the corner of the wall, the statue fountain, and the red house...

Hinata Riki suddenly reacted subtly, why did he feel so familiar here?

He has occupied this place.

There are many lawns here, and the houses are not as high as that, and the area division is relatively simple. If you occupy a commanding height, you can control a large area around you.

After occupying this place, Hinata was reassuring for a period of time and lived nearby for a long time. It was not until the guns of nearby families were squeezed out by him that he moved to the high-tech area.

The reason why I haven't reacted and only felt the subtle familiarity is that this area is too clean now.

It's really too clean. The ground and house are clean without a trace of red. The pedestrians coming and going are also clean. When they meet acquaintances, they will greet each other instead of rushing over to "hugging and kissing" enthusiastically.

There are also middle-aged and elderly people walking lazily on the road with dogs.

Harmonious and clean, it is completely different from when Hinata Risky occupied this place before.

The gentleman patted his hands and asked in a warm voice: "What's wrong?"

"..." Hinata Riki took his gaze back and said calmly, "It's nothing, I like this place very much."

The vehicle slowed down and slowly stopped in front of a house with an oversized lawn. There was a circle of white fences on the outermost edge of the lawn. There was a clean grassless path from the door to the door of the house. There was an oil barrel next to the railing. There was nothing special about the house, and it was similar to other houses around it.

After the vehicle stopped completely, Hinata Riki slowly added to his second half of the sentence, "But is it a bit dangerous to live here?"

As I looked around, there was nothing special about passers-by. They were all very normal people, and most of them were not replaced by members of the organization.

The window on the second floor of the neighboring house was not closed, and a woman in her thirties was mopping the floor. She was not in a state of defense when she looked at her posture. She was probably not an organizational staffer.

Then, the question is here.

Every resident here is very understanding and has given him reasonable warmth for a long time. A family has at least three guns, whether it is a hunting rifle, a pistol, or a violation of the rules, at least three guns.

Some houses also have a basement underneath, which contains a lot of collection items, such as guns, white powder, and some things that can be made into black dandelion fireworks.

Once upon a time, when those owners would not speak and condemn those who broke into private houses illegally, Hinata Riki was very moved by everyone's help.

Now, facing this huge arsenal and the rational and sober owners of the arsenal, he began to feel a little restless.

Comparing the opponent's manpower and weapons, he turned around and carefully examined his combat power:

A somewhat weak elderly person, a driver who has no use, and a kind sister who seems to be in danger will be "bye me, I'll inform FBI to ask for support!". There is also a dangerous person who is in danger. There is no doubt that he will definitely run away. In addition, the number is unknown, but it will definitely not exceed the single-digit number of guns.

...When he encounters danger, he will run away, and that's all right.

If there are many people and a large number of guns are coming, then the Hinata will at most politely counterattack for more than a dozen times, and will at most withdraw strategically, and at most sadly take away the gentleman's last words about "let the gin take the position immediately and quickly."

"..." The gentleman thought for a moment and nodded slowly, "It is indeed a bit dangerous to live here."

Every day when you go to and from get off work, or go out for a normal walk or walk a dog, there is a certain probability that you will encounter Hinata reasonable, which is indeed very dangerous.

"However, a normal family will definitely buy various insurances. I believe that other normal residents living here will have full insurance."

*

【Your code name is bourbon.】

bourbon, bourbon, a spirit liquor fermented and distilled from corn cereals.

Amurotsu took a deep breath slowly and smelled the smell of rust.

He is now sitting on a soft European sofa, and the lights on the living room ceiling are the kind of luxurious incandescent lamps composed of various crystals, which quietly emit light and shine on the owner of the villa.

The owner of the villa fell to the ground, his cheeks against the cold floor, and the floor was covered with red marks. After the weak struggle of humans, it changed from a natural shape that followed Newton's laws to a pattern shape that looked like a child casually painted.

Clean up the organization's betrayer and the mission is completed.

Next, you can go back to Tokyo and return to Tokyo as a code member to get in touch with more and more organizational secrets, which also makes the darkness and bloody smell stronger.

He looked up at the dazzling, glossy crystal lamp, closed his eyes, and deeply spit out the rust-smelling air.

Anmu opened his eyes and raised his hand to put away the spread documents on the coffee table, intending to deal with them later.

——He has sent the clear version of the photo to the organization and has also set up a device for timed transmission to the police.

The act of handing over the original documents to the police is too dangerous. Once the organization discovers, the first one to be dealt with is definitely the member of the organization performing this task. Only photos are passed, and it can be argued that the organization has stolen.

In addition to the several documents that were spread out, there is also a decorative vase on the coffee table. It is white overall and has some patterns outlined in other colors. It looks very elegant. It is definitely not made by the mission target, but the other owner of the villa, the wife of the mission target, and the other party will be back in half an hour.

There are green roses in the vase.

They poked their heads out of the vase in an orderly manner, stretching their bodies, some of which were already blooming brightly, some were still shyly waiting to be put on, and some of the delicate green petals were drooping a few drops of crystal clear liquid.

It's not a drop of water, but a drop of blood.

Yamuto stood up, he picked up the roses, held them in his arms, and walked towards the door.

When passing by the owner of the villa, he lowered his head and put the piece of blood stained with blood, so the particularly graceful green rose was placed next to the owner of the villa, and then walked out of the villa without looking back.

The cell phone that was organized rang again, and Amuro took it out and took a look at the new information.

[Urgent mission, arrive in New York before 9 o'clock tomorrow night.

——Belmode]

Toru Amuro: "…?”

...New York is not Siberia, right?

He thought for a moment and sorted out the information.

The sender was not the number without suffix and unsaved number that had just notified him of the code, and now the notification message has disappeared, nor is he more familiar with him, and prefers to send him to Siberia to dig potatoes, but Belmode.

...So, after becoming a code member, the treatment went from being directed by Gin to digging potatoes in Siberia to being directed by Belmode to digging potatoes in Siberia?

Is this the treatment of code members???