Conan's Helping People

When he got to the door of the house, Shiomi Taro staggered to a stop. He hiccupped while fumbling for his keys.

Something fell to the ground, and he looked down, only to find it was a wallet.

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

After reacting for a while, Taro Shimoi's sluggish brain realized that it wasn't that the style was strange, but that he was blindsided, so he regarded a wallet as a strange style.

It doesn't matter, anyway, this wallet is not his own, his wallet is an old wallet, and there are photos of him and his wife on their first date, and there are photos of his wife and his young child in the middle , it's not this very new wallet that only has money.

He wobbled at the lock with the key, and it took him two or three times to get in.

The door opened slightly.

There is a very strange, very strange smell, which is the residual smell of curry rice that has not been completely dissipated, and it smells very good.

People are different. Taro Shimotaro’s method of making curry rice is terrible. It can only be eaten to the point where it can barely be eaten. It’s good to smell it without frowning, 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 leaking from the crack of the door now also has a taste of 'home'.

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

Inexplicably, Shimi Taro was terrified, and most of the wine woke up in an instant.

His hands trembled, and even the door shook slightly.

But he didn't retreat, his feet stood firmly on the ground like a big tree with roots, his eyes were fixed on the door crack and the darkness in the door crack, his nose gently sniffed the dark road Light curry taste.

It seemed that a gust of cold wind gushed out from the crack of the door, and it blew all over Shimodarou's body, and it also blew the big tree.

With difficulty, he moved his steps, pushed the door and walked in.

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

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

People from Tokyo, people from Tokyo.

Shimitaro stopped in his tracks, and he slowly raised his hand.

He felt his hand being held, and the trembling of his palm was controlled by the uninvited guest through rough band-aids and gloves. The other party squeezed his hand tightly and forcibly stopped the trembling of his palm.

The uninvited guest said: "You are trembling."

It was strange that the tone of this uninvited guest was neither cold nor disgusted, but calm and gentle.

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

The room was dark, only the dining table was bright, and a warm light quietly solidified on the burning candles, illuminating the dining table as if it was about to start a candlelight dinner.

Xia Jingtaro barely restrained his weak legs, and walked over tremblingly, he said: "Are you, are you from the police?"

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

It's really soothing, and the tone is inexplicably similar to the casual conversation between friends.

The voice became more and more familiar, and Taro Shimoji tried hard to turn his half-awake mind, trying to capture the owner of the voice in his mind, but unfortunately to no avail.

He walked to the dining table and took a seat at the place where the steak was, 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 continued to speak in a calm and gentle tone: "Come and chat."

"My wife," Shimotaro asked, "is all right?"

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

But it wasn't the mocking laughter from the enemy, but the kind chuckle from a friend.

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

"Why don't you talk about something more in line with steak? You told the FBI agents about the organization's information?"

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

Not from the Tokyo police, but from the organization.

is the worst development.

Although it is the same if he died at the hands of the Tokyo police or at the hands of the organizers, Xia Jingtaro still prefers to die at the hands of the police officers rather than being killed by a ruthless devil.

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

"How much did you tell?" the uninvited guest asked, "including your dealings with the organization, the services you provided to the organization, and the information you obtained inside the police?"

Shimotaro blinked his dry eyes and replied again, "Yes."

He heard a sigh behind him as the intruder grabbed the bottle again and poured it with the hand in the black fingerless glove and the Band-Aid.

This time, the other party stopped after filling the glass.

"I was going to ask slowly," the intruder put the bottle back unhurriedly, "but I'm sorry, I obey the order of my boss 'don't talk nonsense'."

After finishing speaking, Taro Shimoi felt the muzzle of the gun that had been pressing against his back moved away, and there were footsteps walking to the side. At this moment, he immediately raised his hand and instinctively attacked this guy.

He used the tricks taught by the police academy, but after many actual battles in catching prisoners, this trick has deviated from the perfect standard and has become more suitable for actual combat.

In the past, criminals who were fleeing wildly or trying to fight back were instantly subdued almost every time.

But not this time.

Just as his arm was in the air, before he could feel the impact of hitting the intruder's chin, the opponent had already used the same trick to strike back, knocking his arm down with one blow, and hitting his face with the momentum superior.

Xia Jingtaro was in pain, he subconsciously covered his face and wanted to curl up, planning to curl up under the table first and then carry out the second round of resistance.

The uninvited guest didn't give him this chance, and directly raised his gun to his forehead, his tone was still calm, "It's such a deformed move, I've been sitting in the office for a long time, and haven't been in actual combat for a long time, right?"

The other party calmly said: "So poor."

"..." Shimotaro gritted his teeth and became honest again.

He stared closely at the intruder, who raised his hand with a gun to his forehead, just a little bit above his eyes, blocking his vision, and he could only see the other's black gloves, black sleeves and black baseball cap.

The uninvited guest continued to walk around from the side of the dining table to the front, and looked at Shimotaro sitting across the table.

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

... Not only the voice is familiar, but even the lower half of the face seems familiar.

Is it a member of an organization you've met before?

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

The uninvited guest also raised his head, revealing his face.

The expression on that face is gentle, smiling, and a little helpless. In short, it is a positive expression, as if joking with a friend. The next second, he will suddenly put away the gun and say helplessly, "Didn't I scare you?" '.

It was Jingguang Moro, and Taro Shimotaro was at the same time as the police academy.

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

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

He didn't have much contact with Zhu Fu Jingguang. Except for daily training and classes, only at the beginning were we not familiar with each other. When we 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 canteen was bad, he had an expression similar to now, a helpless smile.

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

His pupils dilated due to shock, subconsciously said: "Zhu..."

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

"I thought that since you've been in New York for so long, your marksmanship will be good? Unfortunately, you seem to have given up even carrying a gun with you."

"You..." Shijing Taro still hadn't reacted.

Why is the member of the organization Zhu Fu Jingguang? ? ?
"You haven't tasted the steak yet, do you think the taste of the cold steak is not good?" Zhu Fu Jingguang said lightly, "Sorry, I will remember this next time, Mr. Xiajing."

"Goodbye, Mr. Traitor."

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The deafening gunshots sounded, and Shiji Taro pressed the permanent stop button for everything he wanted to say, to justify, and what he was recalling.

*
Hearing the gunshots, Hyuga Ryo looked down at the tablet.

Then it was found that the video was half red, and the blood of the mission target was splashed on the camera.

Zhu Fu Jingguang wiped off the blood on the lens with his fingers, and reported in a low voice: "The task is completed."

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 nonsense before doing it."

The villain will overturn if he talks too much.

If this guy can live to five years later, there will probably be a scene where he catches the protagonist, starts chatting, and at the last moment of action, the protagonist suddenly fights back and simply makes this guy GG roll over.

As he spoke, he recalled Belmode's comment relayed by Gin: The black-haired Hiro has a shadow of training in the police system.

Ok……

Either a certain cunning fox is engaged in malicious competition, deliberately slandering capable and low-status members of the organization, or the black-haired Shiro went undercover undercover, right, undercover into a real home, it is really wronged by the police him.

Which side's police officers are this kind, even among the serial killers in New York, they are more stylish and artistic..."gentlemen"?
Hinata considered the words reasonably, and chose the euphemistic 'gentleman'.

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

Rational Hinata: "?"

What are you excited about?
It's not like being held by the tail and not being allowed to run for a while, and then suddenly you can relax and run, or being bullied by the hateful cotton candy, and it's not that the bullets are restricted. You can have as many sniper bullets as you want. Sniping bullets, how can you be so excited for an ordinary task?
"The trick he used just now is the trick of the Tokyo police. My father taught me." Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his eyes to look at the mission target this time. Even if the mission recorder couldn't capture his face, his expression remained the same. mild.

Without changing his face, he filled in the loopholes of subduing the mission target just now and the shock of the mission target seeing him, "This is the first time I used the tricks of the Tokyo police to subdue a Tokyo police officer."

He added, "Former Tokyo police officer."

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

Black-haired Hero's father?
Hinata thought about it, and remembered that it was the foreign couple who had fled to the chaotic area of ​​Tokyo. He picked out the key points of these few sentences, avoiding all the points that might be related to personal interests, and chose the only one that was more clean topic.

"Your father knows the tricks of the police academy?"

"Well," Zhu Fu Jingguang said naturally, "Human beings live in groups, and they are most afraid of not getting along. After my father came to Tokyo, he studied the Tokyo police."

"When he taught me, he used all kinds of methods, so I will also use 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: "Mmmmm."

He commanded politely and bluntly, "Please retreat now, remember to bring the garbage."

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

He glanced down, and took out the flowers from the vase on the dining table and placed them on the table, so that the mission target lying on the dining table with three eyes wide open and the blood-stained rose looked at each other.

Then he glanced at the wine glass full of red wine.

The inside of the wine glass was also smeared with something deeper than the wine liquid, which was quietly blooming and melting in the liquid, like a manjusawa plant welcoming death, the outside of the wine glass was also splashed with blood, and the blood color along the The curvature of the wine glass outlines crisp and sputter-like traces on the glass wall.

In the air, there is the smell of curry rice that is about to dissipate, the smell of steak that is not very strong, the smell of red wine that is quietly mixed with other smells, and the smell of blood that has freshly occupied the house.

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

He was keenly aware that the order in the other person's tone was reduced and turned a little distant, so he reassured, "I won't talk nonsense next time, and I will directly ask to confirm how much information he leaked."

"Whether you want to be a ferocious dog that lurks in the dark and kills the mission target with one bite, or a hunting dog that likes to play with mice," Hinata rationally tilted his head, "I don't care."

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

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

Playing with the mouse is so fun now, and there is a high probability that he will be played with the same in the future.

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

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

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