Conan's Helping People

When he reached the door of his house, Shimoi Taro staggered to a stop. He burped and fumbled for his keys.

Something fell to the ground. He looked down and saw that it was a wallet.

A very new wallet, the style looks strange, like two or three wallets stacked on top of each other.

After a moment of reaction, Shimoi Taro's slow mind realized that it wasn't that the style was strange, but that he was blinded, so he mistook a wallet for a strange style.

It doesn't matter, this wallet is not his own anyway, his wallet is an old wallet, and there are photos of him and his wife taken on their first date in it. There are also photos of his wife and his young children in the mezzanine.

, this is not a very new wallet that only has money.

He staggered and pushed the key into the lock, and it took him two or three times before he pushed it in.

The door opened slightly.

There was a very strange, strange smell coming from it. It was the residual smell of the curry rice that had not been completely dissipated. It smelled very good.

People are different. Shimoi Taro's method of making curry rice is terrible. It can only be made to the point where you can barely eat it. If you don't frown when you smell it, it would be good, let alone smell good, but his wife made it.

The curry rice is delicious, smells good, and has a 'home' taste.

The smell of curry rice now leaking out from the crack of the door also has a "home" smell.

This should be a warm smell, provided that it appears where it should appear.

Inexplicably, Taro Shimoi's hair stood on end, and he almost sobered up from drinking.

His hands trembled, and the door shook slightly.

But he did not retreat. His feet stood firmly on the ground like a big tree with roots. His eyes stared closely at the crack of the door and the darkness behind the door. His nose gently sniffed the very

Light curry flavor.

It seemed as if a cold wind came out from the crack in the door, blowing all over Shimoi Taro's body and shaking the big tree.

He exerted great effort, took steps, pushed the door open and walked in.

The moment he walked completely into the darkness, the door suddenly closed, something touched his lower back, and he heard a somewhat familiar voice, "Don't move."

It was a male voice, speaking English... English that was very good in Tokyo, but terrible in New York.

Tokyoites are Tokyoites.

Taro Shimoi stopped and slowly raised his hand.

He felt his hand being held, and the trembling in his palm was controlled by this uninvited guest through the rough band-aid and gloves. The other party squeezed his hand, forcibly stopping the trembling in his palm.

The uninvited guest said: "You are shaking."

It was strange that the uninvited guest's tone was not cold or disgusting, but gentle and gentle.

The other party let go of his hand and said gently: "Let's go to the dining table."

The room was dark, only the dining table was bright. A warm light quietly solidified on the burning candle, illuminating the dining table where a candlelight dinner was about to begin.

Taro Shimoi barely restrained his legs from weakening and walked over tremblingly. He said, "Are you, are you from the police?"

He heard the uninvited guest chuckle, but the other party did not answer, but comforted: "Don't be so nervous."

It was really comforting, and the tone was inexplicably similar to a casual conversation between friends.

This voice became more and more familiar. Shimoi Taro tried hard to turn his half-awake brain to capture the owner of the voice in his mind, but to no avail.

He walked to the table and sat down at the steak place, with the uninvited guest standing behind him.

The other party picked up the wine bottle, poured some wine into the half-filled wine glass, and then continued to say in an unhurried, gentle and gentle tone: "Let's chat."

"My wife," Shimoi Taro asked, "how is she?"

Maybe it was because of his trembling voice, or maybe because the question was too ridiculous. In short, after asking, he heard the uninvited chuckle.

But it was not a mocking laugh from an enemy, but a kind chuckle from a friend.

"You asked this question at this time, which made me feel for a moment that you actually care about her." The uninvited guest said.

"Why don't we talk about something more consistent with steak? Did you tell F's agents about the organization's information?"

The other party's tone was very gentle, but Taro Shimoi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his heart sank.

He's not from the Tokyo police, he's from the organization.

This is the worst possible development.

Although it would be the same to die in the hands of the Tokyo police or in the hands of the organizers, Taro Shimoi would rather die in the hands of the police than to be killed by a ruthless devil.

He swallowed hard and answered the question, "...Yes."

"How much did you tell?" the uninvited guest asked, "Including your transactions with the organization, the services you provided for the organization, and the intelligence you obtained within the police?"

Taro Shimoi blinked his dry eyes and answered again, "Yes."

He heard a sigh from behind him, and the uninvited guest took hold of the wine bottle again, using his hand wearing black fingerless gloves and a band-aid to pour the wine.

This time, the other party filled the glass before stopping.

"I originally planned to ask slowly," the uninvited guest put the wine bottle back in its place without haste, "but I'm sorry, I followed my boss's order of 'no nonsense'."

After saying that, Taro Shimoi felt the muzzle of the gun that had been pressed against his back move away, and there were footsteps walking to the side. At this moment, he immediately raised his hand and attacked this guy based on instinct.

He used a trick taught in the police academy, but after many actual battles in arresting criminals, this trick has broken away from the perfect standard and become more practical.

In the past, criminals who were running away or trying to fight back were able to be instantly subdued almost every time.

But not this time.

His arm had just reached mid-air, and before he could feel the blow to the uninvited visitor's chin, the opponent had already struck back with the same move, knocking his arm off with a direct blow, and then hit him in the face.

superior.

Taro Shimo was in pain. He subconsciously covered his face and wanted to curl up. He planned to curl up under the table before launching a second round of resistance.

The uninvited guest didn't give him this chance, and directly raised the gun to his forehead. His tone was still calm, "What a transformational move. You've been sitting in the office for a long time, and you haven't practiced it for a long time, right?"

The other party said calmly: "How shameless."

"..." Shimoi Taro gritted his teeth and became honest again.

He stared closely at the uninvited guest. The other person raised his hand and put the gun against his forehead, just above his eyes, blocking his vision. He could only see the other person's black gloves, black sleeves and black

baseball cap.

The uninvited guest continued to walk, walked around from the side of the dining table to the front, and faced the sitting Taro Shimoi directly across the table.

The warm candlelight illuminated the blurry shadow under the black baseball cap. Even though the other person kept his head lowered and lowered the brim of the hat, the lower half of his face gradually became clearer.

…Not only does the voice sound familiar, but even the lower half of the face seems familiar.

Is it a member of the organization that you have met before?

From the angle of standing and sitting, Shimoi Taro tried hard to identify the other person's face.

The uninvited guest also raised his head and showed his face.

The expression on that face was gentle, smiling, and a little helpless. All in all, it was a positive expression, as if he was joking with a friend. The next second he would suddenly put away the gun and say helplessly, 'Didn't I scare you?'

.

This is Zhu Fu Jingguang, who was at the same time as Taro Shimoi in the police academy.

The moment he saw this face, Shimoi Taro immediately recalled the scene where the other person showed a similar expression.

In the police academy, Zhu Fu Jingguang almost always had a gentle and calm smile. Shimoi Taro was deeply impressed by this expression, and also by Zhu Fu Jingguang's group of close friends.

He had only a few contacts with Zhu Fu Jingguang. Apart from daily training and classes, the only exception was that they were not familiar with each other at the beginning. When they ate together in the cafeteria, he sat opposite Zhu Fu Jingguang.

When the other party heard him complaining to his friends in a low voice that the food in the cafeteria was terrible, he had an expression similar to his current one, a helpless smile.

The expressions are almost exactly the same, except that the other person is no longer wearing a police uniform, but a typical criminal outfit of black with a baseball cap, and a device with a faint red light on his shoulder.

His pupils dilated due to shock, and he subconsciously said: "Everything..."

Zhufu Jingguang?!

Zhufu Jingguang looked at him and interrupted him calmly, "The Tokyo police can't shoot casually, right? But New York can."

"I thought that since you have been in New York for so long, you would be good at shooting? It's a pity that you seem to have given up even carrying a gun with you."

"You..." Shimoi Taro still didn't react.

Why is the organization member Zhu Fu Jingguang???

"You haven't tasted the steak yet. Do you think the cold steak tastes bad?" Zhufu Jingguang said lightly, "Sorry, I will remember this next time, Shimojing-kun."

"Goodbye, Mr. Traitor."

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The deafening gunfire rang out, pressing the permanent pause button on everything Shimoi Taro wanted to say, what he wanted to defend, and what he was recalling.

Hearing the gunshot, Hinata looked down at the tablet.

Then I found that half of the video was red, and the mission target's blood was splattered on the camera.

Zhu Fu Jingguang wiped away the blood on the lens with his fingers and reported in a low voice: "Mission accomplished."

Ah, it's finally over.

"Don't learn bad habits." Hinata said reasonably, "If you want to talk to the mission target, you can kill him first and then talk to him. Don't talk so much before taking action."

Villains who talk too much will overturn things.

If this guy can live to five years later, there will probably be a scene where he catches the protagonist and starts chatting, but at the last moment when he takes action, the protagonist suddenly fights back and kills this guy neatly.

As he spoke, he recalled Belmode's comment relayed by Gin: The black-haired Hiro had traces of someone who had been trained in the police system.

Um……

Either a cunning fox is engaging in malicious competition and deliberately slandering capable but low-status members of the organization, or the black-haired Hiro is undercover and has gone undercover, right, into a real home. It is really a grievance for the police.

He did.

Which police force would be like this? Even among the serial murderers in New York, they are relatively stylish and artistic...'gentlemen'?

Hinata carefully considered the word and chose the more euphemistic 'gentleman'.

Zhu Fu Jingguang patted the black clothes on his body and said Congshan Ruliu: "I'm sorry, I'm a little excited. I won't talk too much next time."

Hyuga Reasonable: "?"

What are you excited about?

It’s not like I was grabbed by the tail and not allowed to run for a while, and then I could suddenly relax and run, nor was I bullied by the hateful marshmallows, nor was I restricted from bullets, so I could have as many sniper bullets as I wanted.

Sniper bullets, how can you be so excited while doing an ordinary mission?

"The tricks he just used are those of the Tokyo police. My father taught me." Zhufu Jingguang lowered his eyes to look at the mission target. Even though the mission recorder couldn't capture his face, his expression remained the same.

mild.

Without changing his expression, he filled in the gaps where he had just subdued the mission target and how the mission target was shocked when he saw him, "This is the first time I have used Tokyo Police tactics to subdue a Tokyo Police officer."

He added, "Former Tokyo police officer."

"He seemed shocked just now," Zhu Fu Jingguang added, "Maybe he didn't expect that the members of the organization responsible for solving him would actually use police academy tactics."

Black-haired Hiro’s father?

Hinata thought for a while and remembered that they were the foreign couple who fled to the chaotic area of ​​Tokyo. He picked out the key points of these sentences, avoiding all the key points that might have personal interests and hobbies, and chose the only comparison.

Clean topic.

"Does your father know the tricks of the police academy?"

"Well," Zhu Fu Jingguang said naturally, "human beings are social creatures and are most afraid of not being gregarious. After my father arrived in Tokyo, he specially studied the Tokyo police."

"When he taught me, he used various methods, so I know some."

After a pause, Zhu Fu Jingguang added with a smile, "But he is not as professional as this traitor."

Hinata said reasonably and seriously: "Yeah, yeah."

He commanded politely but unfamiliarly, "Please start retreating now, and remember to take your garbage with you."

Zhu Fu Jingguang lifted up the garbage bag. The garbage bag was white, and when it touched his hand, it was stained with red blood.

He glanced down, then took out the flowers from the vase on the dining table and placed them on the table, making the mission target lying on the dining table with wide eyes look at each other with the blood-stained rose.

Then he glanced at the wine glass filled with red wine.

The inside of the wine glass was also smeared with something darker than the wine, and it was blooming quietly in the liquid, like a manjushuahua plant welcoming death. The outside of the wine glass was also splashed with a touch of blood, and the blood was flowing along the

The curvature of the wine glass outlines crisp, sputter-like marks on the wall of the glass.

In the air, there is the smell of curry rice that is about to dissipate, the not-so-rich smell of steak, the smell of red wine quietly mixed with other smells, and the smell of blood that has freshly taken over the house.

Zhu Fu Jingguang opened the door and walked out of this smelly room.

He was keenly aware that the command element in the other person's tone had decreased and turned a little distant, so he promised again, "I won't talk nonsense next time. I will directly ask him to confirm how much information he has leaked."

"Whether you want to be a vicious dog that lurks in the dark and bites the mission target to death, or you want to become a hound that likes to play with mice," Hinata tilted her head reasonably, "I don't care."

"Continue the mission, the next one is the sniper mission."

Anyway, he was not the one who overturned in the end.

If you are having so much fun picking at a mouse now, there is a high chance that it will be picked and played with the same way in the future.

Zhu Fu Jingguang said: "I will correct it."

He threw the garbage bag into the garbage truck and thought for a moment.

Why is it that the example just now is not a human being, but a ferocious dog and a hound?