Conan's Helping People

The sky was already dim, but New York did not dim. The bright lights lit up, forming a starry lake in the entire New York.

In the brilliantly lit building, the atmosphere in the top office was slightly eased, and a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties was laughing at the computer screen and having a relaxed and friendly conversation with his partners on the other end.

The secretary quietly brought a cup of coffee on the table. The middle-aged man glanced at her and waved casually, asking her to go out quickly. At the same time, he kept teasing: "Oh? Do you think it's been a long time since you came, and the scenery in New York has been much better?"

"At this time, should I be modest to myself and say that New York is beautiful?" He smiled and picked up the coffee cup. "But I think I should thank your child more."

After saying that, he laughed again. He laughed enough to echo the social etiquette before continuing to take that sip of coffee.

The computer screen in front of him showed the caller. He was an old man in a black suit and looked at least sixty or seventy years old.

Because the other party is much older than him, every time he makes a video call with the other party, he will be more lively and make the cooperation continue more happily.

...It can also be expressed directly and concisely as: he is trying to please the other party.

There is no way. The middle-aged man is not very clear about who this old guy is. After working together for more than ten years, he just found a rough idea and knew that behind the other party there were people like FBI and Cai, as well as some forces from other countries.

A period when the other party knows him well, but he doesn't know much about the other party's cooperation. Obviously, it is not an equal cooperation. Of course, it is not an equal attitude. It is normal to be active with the juniors in a timely manner. At least this can maintain superficial equality between the two parties.

The elderly smiled, as if he was helpless and shook his head, "You."

It looks like it's doting, but it's good to be one-tenth of it.

The background sound of the conversation was a low and light drip sound, the sound of an electrocardiogram monitor in the hospital. In the first few years, middle-aged men thought that the other party was in poor health, and there was an electrocardiogram monitor right next to it. Later, when he accidentally talked about this topic, he realized that it was not a real-time heartbeat sound, but a heartbeat recording.

It is said that the other party's child is not in good health and is not around, so the other party has the habit of listening to heartbeat recordings for a long time and feeling the child's healthy and lively vitality.

This statement is skeptical. On the one hand, it is impossible to be so outrageous. On the other hand, it is true that the other person is really old and very old, so it is normal for him to care too much about his young underage children.

Most importantly, when an elderly man begins to treat children with special kindness, it means he is almost dead.

The middle-aged man also laughed. As soon as he was about to say something, he heard a heavy metal sound coming from the call.

The sound was abrupt and harsh, and the middle-aged man immediately frowned.

The elderly man shifted his gaze and looked in the direction of the door. The false pampering of the old fox-like style quickly condensed into reality. He shook his head helplessly, withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Oh, the children at home are cooking, please forgive me."

...I was a little familiar with it.

The middle-aged man recalled that he found that when he was having socializing with others before, his child was running on the lawn outside the window and calling the shepherd dog. He shook his head helplessly and sighed.

...

He paused for a moment, smiled in a cooperative manner, and did not talk in depth with the aging, controlful and unfathomable partner of the child, but instead changed the topic: "The incident in Tokyo is a big deal, is there a headache in FBI?"

Not only were most of the FBIs sent out privately were captured on the spot, but they were captured by soldiers and generals one by one. Even in New York, it was fine, but in Tokyo.

This is like being slapped directly on the face, or being slapped in front of his son, it feels really...

In short, the guy he knew of FBI has been pretending to be angry recently, or he still calmed down with his tail between his legs, and a few old foxes smiled and forced to bite a few bites of meat to show others the color.

The partner smiled slightly and said quietly, "The child is not very happy, so it's normal for the trouble to make the noise."

He said meaningfully: "I have already punished him."

The middle-aged man was about to speak when he heard another heavy metal impact from the opposite side, several times higher than the sound just now, and the sound was more recognizable, which was the sound of a gas tank.

"..." He swallowed the words he was going to say and thought about them, "Just, was that the sound of the gas tank just now?"

The first moment the sound rang, the old man on the screen moved his gaze again and looked out of the camera. After a few seconds, the quiet smile on his face calmly became restrained.

He murmured to himself: "The sequelae of behavioral correction..."

Then I looked up and looked at the camera, "It seems that something is going on below, I'll go down and take a look."

Middle-aged men follow good deeds, "Okay."

He paused, "By the way, the campaign will take some time..."

"I believe in our partner," the elderly smiled again. The smile had no meaning, but was just a usual expression, a smile poker face. "Let's stop here today."

Video call is interrupted.

The gentleman did not act immediately. He supported his elbows on the desk, crossed his hands to cover his expression.

The sound of heartbeat was still spreading in the room. The sound insulation in this room was so good that he could not hear other sounds downstairs, but he could guess that Belmode was definitely trying to teach Hinata to use kitchen utensils reasonably.

That child has always been smart. Normally, even if no one teaches him, there will be no problems, and there will be no movement that makes him unable to hold back his eyebrows.

but.

It’s like you can’t control your own strength at all, and you will make all kinds of harsh sounds when cutting steaks. When you use a knife to eat Western food for the first time, you will at most use too much force at the beginning, and then you will not have any rude behavior of the tip of the knife slashing across the plate hard, but Hinata is reasonable but can’t learn it.

"The sequelae of behavioral correction," he whispered again, repeating his previous self-talk, "this level is a miracle than attacking everyone in sight indiscriminately, and refusing to listen and refusing to speak."

Behavior correction, concise understanding, means intervening in individual behavior through external forces. Normally, almost every parent will, for example, give timely encouragement when the child does the right thing, and immediately punish when the child does the wrong thing, and say abnormally...

There was another noise from downstairs, and the sound this time became clearer, it was really the sound of a gas tank.

The gentleman raised his face, turned his wheelchair and went out, and went downstairs with a lift.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived downstairs, the downstairs did not turn into ruins, nor did there be a sudden gas tank explosion or explosion in the middle of the way. Instead, he saw a minor sitting obediently at the table.

Having set two steaks and red wine on the table, Belmode walked out of the kitchen, put the last full cooked steak on the table, looked up, "boss."

Her face was as usual, the living room on the first floor was clean, and there was no obvious strange smell around her.

The black-haired minor also looked up and whispered: "Father."

Well... very well-behaved.

The gentleman said with mercy: "I smelled the fragrance on it, and today's dinner was very rich."

As long as he doesn't go into the kitchen, he can't see what the kitchen is like now, nor can he see whether the gas tank has been removed. If he rounds it up, the kitchen will be unharmed and just now he is hallucinating.

*

Hinata was reasonable and strictly in line with the table etiquette. He picked up the knife and fork, aimed it at the steak, and fell down without looking at it.

Our knife did not break through the thick skin of the enemy steak.

... From another perspective, this is a good start.

He tried hard and planned to increase his strength little by little to find the key skill point.

However, this is like letting him drive a car honestly on a clean and spacious road instead of overturning countless human-shaped objects through the eaves and walls.

On the clean, spacious and empty road, the steering wheel will not be honest, and the car will jump and suddenly sprint, and at this time, the knife and fork and wrist also seem to have their own ideas.

After the power was blessed to a certain extent, Hinata reasonably and naturally used to exert force, and a familiar harsh sound rang out.

It was dinner time, but the living room was very quiet, without a trace of knives and forks and dishes colliding, without chewing or swallowing wine. Everything was silent, except for the harsh stroke just now.

He continued to work hard without changing his face, and once again made a sharper stroke.

The elderly have a very small appetite. After a few simple bites, the gentleman put down the tableware. Hinata Rili also took advantage of the situation and put down the knife and fork.

The other party glanced at him, "Do you have no appetite?"

Belmode picked up the wine glass and drank it half a mouthful, then stood up, turned around and went to the living room cabinet to get things.

"I don't have the desire to eat," Hyuga replied, "I'm not hungry yet."

He shifted his sight and went to see Belmode who had reached the blind spot of his vision. The other party walked back with some medical instruments and sat down next to the gentleman.

The gentleman reached out and Belmode adjusted the pulse heart rate meter and started testing.

Then he put on a stethoscope, turned his head and showed Hinata rationally, and put one end of the stethoscope on his chest.

Hinata Riki: "…"

After a while, Belmode simply recorded it on paper, exchanged and used the two instruments once, then pulled out two needles, and simply completed the action of drawing blood and sticking to alcohol cotton.

She re-watched the data records on the paper and handed them to the gentleman.

What is this doing?

Hinata Riori suddenly heard the gentleman ask, "You haven't had a rest for the whole day, right?"

"No," he replied calmly, "had a rest halfway through."

‘Resting’ is different from ‘Sleeping’. Simply closing your eyes and resting is also resting. It is normal to not sleep when you are alert, but keeping your strings tight and not resting for a while will inevitably become too tired. If you encounter an enemy again, then the previous excessive tension will be torture yourself and jump into the pit.

"Well," the gentleman nodded and pondered, "You just arrived in New York, and I should have given you a good rest."

"But, if you don't relax for a while, you won't have a good rest."

This means...

Hinata immediately increased his attention and was ready to listen to the wonderful system sound.

Sure enough, while the gentleman was talking down lightly, a pleasant system sounded.

[College task detected.]

[Task name: ‘Mr. a worry’

Task description: Proper relaxation is good for physical and mental health.

Mission requirements: Within 72 hours, break through the layers of defense of the "Asimov Institute" and obtain the latest artificial intelligence research results.

Special task requirements: Carrying positioning and actuator

Mission Reward: 100 (task itself) 100 (special requirements) points]

Hinata scanned the system prompts and only looked at a rough font, and naturally fell to the absolute focus: task rewards.

Two hundred points.

This is the task he has seen the most points he has ever seen in addition to the special Tokyo mission.

"The Asimov Institute specializes in robotics. There will be many high-tech products inside the institute. Remember to be careful when the time comes," said the gentleman. He handed over a USB drive, "If possible, find their host and plug in the USB drive."

The system prompt sound appears again.

Hinata skipped a series of irrelevant words and looked directly at the key points.

[…

Mission Reward: 100 Points]

All of them add up to 300 points in total. Rounding them will mean one thousand points!

Well, rounding is rounding, and this algorithm is very correct.

He sat up seriously and continued to stare at the gentleman.

The other party held his eyes intently, paused for a moment, and said, "It's enough to complete it within three days. The specific day it depends on your plan."

There were clocks in the living room. Hinata Riki looked up at the time and found that it was just seven or eight o'clock, and there were still a few hours before midnight. There was plenty of time to move, so he said firmly: "I'll go now."

The gentleman frowned slightly, "Don't be too anxious."

No, it must be urgent.

"This task is for you..." Hinata paused reasonably and added very clearly, "It is important to the organization, right?"

He said firmly: "I will do it as soon as possible."

The task is not the point, absolutely not. The point must be loyalty to the 'leader' and 'father'.

"It's just 7:30," Belmode also glanced at the time. "Some people have arrived at the designated location and can be transferred directly to cooperate with the task."

Nine o'clock is a relatively delicate time, and it is time to prepare for a rest. Belmode originally set the meeting time with other members of the organization at this time, and planned to leave it for a while, and wait for eleven or two before arriving slowly, and give a simple warning initially.

But now, the group of people who arrived in advance could be transferred to cooperate with the task. After looking at their performance, they decided to praise the target. They would raise one or two public enemies among the group of guys, or ignore the cold treatment directly, or turn the blame to condemn them to still be doing the task at 9 o'clock and not arrive in time, and also set the target.

Then it’s a pleasant decision!

Belmode briskly sent instructions to the guys who had reported "arrived" to arrive at the Science and Technology Triangle Park as soon as possible, and then took action.

"Okay, let's choose a location now. What model of locator and task execution recorder do you want?"

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