Conan's Helping People

Washington nights are starry.

In front of the TV, there are "Today's Hollywood News, Ms. xxx xxxx", "Mr. Kudo Shinichi's [-]th wedding anniversary, will be xxxx", and the more important "Mr. President xxx banquet xxx".

Johnson suppressed his extreme excitement and joy, and barely maintained his politeness and politeness to deal with those who praised him around him.

"Congratulations! Mr. Johnson, I knew you would..."

"Look, isn't this our great Johnson? You are finally here, hahaha..."

"Your speech was so good, I almost trembled, don't laugh at me, you are so great..."

"Oh, my dear Johnson, is that gunshot wound to your chest all right? Damn it..."

Countless compliments and compliments poured in.

Johnson should have been overwhelmed by the goodwill, should have accepted everyone's compliments cheerfully, and he deserved it.

—he is qualified.

But tonight, when the joy in his chest was getting stronger and stronger, he hastily dealt with it, like sleepwalking in the water separated by a layer of balls, left everyone at the banquet, and rushed to the top of the building, own office.

It was bright and fast daylight at the banquet, but the topmost floor of the building was empty and dark.

Johnson rushed back to his office in a sleepwalking rhythm of joy, he slammed the door behind him, took a deep breath, took a deep breath, and held his mobile phone in a daze, like a young boy who wanted to call the goddess of his dreams on a date.

And damn it, he's still a bum, and the goddess of his dreams is still a lover.

……damn it!

He cursed gibberish, trying to control his breath, "What am I going to say? Hey honey, you probably didn't watch the news, and from tonight on I'm going to be..."

"...Johnson, are you an idiot? I'm going crazy, of course he'll see! Of course he'll know!"

While scolding himself in a low voice, he couldn't bear to pluck his hair, trying to calm himself down, just like at a banquet, at least, at least sleepwalking is better than talking like this!

It wasn't until he reached the floor-to-ceiling window that he spoke nonsense to his reflection for a few minutes before he finally calmed down a bit and dialed a number with his mobile phone.

The moment the call sounded, Johnson instantly forgot the self-regulation just now, and returned to the original point again, even more at a loss, joy and difficulty in controlling himself than when he first came in.

He widened his eyes, waiting for the other side to connect.

However, the phone rang, but there was another sound.

It is the ringtone of the mobile phone, not the ringtone of the mobile phone dialed out by the mobile phone, but the ringtone of the mobile phone being called.

from inside the office.

Holding the phone, Johnson slowly turned his head and looked into the depths of the office.

Before he could react to the fact that his cell phone rang in his office, and he hadn't had time to arouse the anger of someone breaking into his private office, all his emotions were shattered into a mess in an instant.

There are no lights in the office.

The place where the phone rang was the sofa used for receiving guests, and the place was shrouded in thick darkness.

The mobile phone was lying on the transparent coffee table, buzzing and shining.

In the darkness, a hand covered the phone and cut it off.

The light of the mobile phone illuminated the thick darkness, and Johnson saw the person sitting on the sofa.

It was a minor about sixteen or seventeen years old, with fluffy black hair, and flowing red eyes. From the appearance, he was probably Asian.

He sat quietly on the sofa with a smile on his face.

The moment he saw him, Johnson seemed to see thick darkness flowing down from him, like an invisible protective cover slipping down, or something like an invisibility cloak slipping down.

Just a momentary illusion.

Johnson looked over and saw a very real black-haired minor.

The dark-haired minor smiled slightly, "Hi, Johnson."

His eyes turned around Johnson's body a few times, "I just wanted to say that I didn't disturb your private conversation with your beloved, did you think you were calling me?"

"My pleasure."

Johnson unconsciously held his breath, and he subconsciously took a few steps forward before finding his throat, "Ice, ice wine?"

"I just wanted to call you!"

He was at a loss and said: "I succeeded!"

"Yes, yes," Icewine said, "I saw it, you succeeded."

"—'We' succeeded."

Johnson walked a few more steps, nodded in a panic, "Well, we succeeded, the two of us succeeded!"

Thinking of the big shots at the banquet just now, his tone became darker, "Who would have thought that I was just a lowly, vulgar tramp more than ten years ago?!"

He looked at the black-haired minor, and his tone became helpless and soft again, "This, all this is because of you!"

Johnson continued walking involuntarily, "It's you..."

"Wang!"

Suddenly, a threatening canine bark interrupted his heartfelt words.

Johnson subconsciously stopped, moved his eyes to look over, and found a dog next to the sofa.

That is a Samoyed.

It is not a "smiling angel" at all, it is looking at it coldly at this moment, it only called out a reminder to threaten him, and then did not make another sound.

Dogs that bite don't bark.

Johnson was bitten by this dog thing when he got too close to a dark-haired minor.

He still remembered that this dog was called 'Gin Wine', which had the same name as the silver-haired man in black windbreaker with a cold face and looked down on others, both were 'Gin Wine'.

Both are not good things, one will bite people suddenly, and the other will kill people with a gun suddenly.

damn thing!
Johnson held out his hand and smirked, "Hey Gin, I mean no harm, don't overreact like that, okay?"

He looked at the black-haired minor, "I won't hurt Icewine."

The black-haired minor smiled unchanged. He reached out and touched the Samoyed, and calmly coaxed: "John has a good temper, don't bully him."

Johnson and John are not the same name, nor are they shortened.

However, Johnson believes that 'John' is a unique title for black-haired minors, and it is a title that represents closeness, so he readily accepts it.

His expression softened, "Icewine, I succeeded."

"I see, your speech was great," the brunette minor patiently replied to each of his dry repetitions, "I thought you were going to the banquet, so..."

That's why I didn't go to him, but sat in the office, blessing and celebrating him silently.

Even if he didn't know it at all.

Knowing this, Johnson involuntarily took a few steps forward again, "Oh... this..."

This time, the dog didn't bark.

But Johnson didn't go straight to the sofa, he stopped when he was close to the sofa, and naturally knelt on one knee on the carpet, making himself lower than the black-haired minor, so that he needed to look up while the other party could Looking down.

He said softly: "I also want to share happiness with you, Icewine."

"Those guys at the banquet don't understand me, us, or our ideals at all!"

"Yes," the black-haired minor said patiently. He reached out and touched Johnson's head to appease him. "They are all a group of beasts, beasts that unscrupulously plunder the living space of ordinary people."

"They can't tolerate ordinary people in their eyes, and they can't see us at all."

Johnson nodded, then denied, "No, no, no, you are not an ordinary person, you are...you are a genius! You are the son of God! You are my nobleman!"

"It's my confidant! It's someone who is really worried about the world!"

The brunette teen smiled at him.

Johnson was a homeless man in his 20s when he met the dark-haired teenager.

Until now, he still clearly remembers the day when he met the black-haired minor.

It was a sunny day, the black-haired minor was sitting on a bench waiting for someone, he was out of place with the whole street, the crowd came and went in a hurry, but he was quietly like...

Like Arctic ice.

Quiet, standoffish, ignoring others.

Not knowing where the courage came from, Johnson walked up and asked the black-haired minor if he wanted ice cream, he could buy it, and went to the convenience store to buy clean ice cream.

The black-haired minor looked at him in surprise, then smiled.

He asked Johnson, 'Do you want to be the best?Like on TV'.

Johnson didn't understand, but he still agreed.

Then, he changed suddenly, and his life was completely different from the past.

until today.

All in all, black-haired minors.

He is gentle, tolerant, never holds grudges, and always looks at everyone with a smile, just... like the saint Son of God in the Bible.

"Congratulations," the black-haired minor said slowly, his fingers interspersed between Johnson's hair, slowly smoothing the hair like stroking a cat, "but don't forget your original intention."

'For a better world'.

Johnson closed his eyes and lowered his head, resting on the lap of the black-haired minor. He replied in a low voice, "I will give everything to make this world a better place, and I will dedicate myself to our ideals. I will never betray you."

"We are equal partners," the black-haired minor corrected, "to work together for this, instead of you doing it while I watch from behind."

Johnson moved his head, depressing 'I'd rather I do you watch! ', whispered: "...for this world."

"For," the black-haired minor laughed, "this world."

He let go of his hand and patted Johnson on the back, "It's time to go back, the people at the banquet are still waiting for you."

Johnson reluctantly opened his eyes, hesitated and said, "I..."

The black-haired teenager glanced at him flutteringly, looked away, and took out two clean cups and a glass of red wine from the lower shelf of the coffee table.

He opened the red wine and filled two goblets half full, one for Johnson and one for himself.

On that hand, he wore a half-fingered black glove, and there was a yellow-brown band-aid on the fingertips.
Johnson once asked the black-haired minor, knowing that it was to avoid leaving fingerprints, so there is no special reaction now.

He realized the meaning of drinking to celebrate, so he knelt straight and raised his wine glass, and raised his glass to the black-haired minor.

They clink glasses.

"For the world," Johnson deliberately lowered his glass, "for us."

Johnson raised his head and drank the glass of wine in one gulp.

The black-haired minor didn't drink, but lightly touched the rim of the cup.

Johnson knew that he was not good at drinking, and he was already very moved to pour himself a glass of wine at this moment, so he took the initiative and said, "That's all right."

He stood up and adjusted his bow tie, "Then, am I going to the banquet?"

The black-haired minor put the wine glass on the coffee table, nodded, "Go."

Johnson turned and walked out, walked a few steps, and subconsciously turned his head to look back.

The black-haired teenager was sitting on the sofa, stroking the dog leisurely with his hands, and smiling at him.

The white dog was lying on the carpet, staring at him coldly.

After watching for a few seconds, Johnson turned around and continued to walk out. After taking a few more steps, he subconsciously turned around again.

The black-haired minor shook his head helplessly, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing," Johnson paused, "I just wanted to see you."

He and the black-haired minor don't meet all the time, they meet very rarely, maybe once every two or three years, and most of the time they contact each other by phone or the silver-haired guy named Gin.

So he was very excited to see the black-haired minor come to meet him in person this time.

He took a few more steps forward and turned his head again.

The black-haired minor looked at him with a smile, and said abruptly, "John, you won't betray me, and you won't tell others about my existence, right?"

Realizing that he could continue the conversation, Johnson immediately turned completely around, facing the black-haired minor, he solemnly said: "I will never betray you, nor will I tell others about your existence."

"Our ideal is too idealized," the black-haired minor said, "If this is a movie, TV series, comics, or any work."

"I'm afraid, we are all the image of the final boss."

He asked, "If the 'protagonist' comes up, won't you reveal my existence?"

Johnson said without hesitation: "No!"

"We are companions!" He said firmly, "Just like you and that Mr. Gin! I will never betray you!"

Speaking of 'gin', he glanced at the Samoyed out of the corner of his eye, and was relieved briefly when he found that it hadn't moved.

One time, when the black-haired minor called 'Gin', the silver-haired man in the black windbreaker and the Samoyed both responded, and almost fought.

Chick, two dogs.

"You are not the same as Gin." The black-haired minor whispered without changing his expression, and then returned to normal volume, "Okay, I see."

Johnson didn't hear the first half of the sentence clearly. He nodded solemnly, turned around and left, and couldn't help but look back.

Probably out of impatience, the Samoyed leaned over to the tea table, lowered its head to lick a few sips of red wine, and raised its head to challenge him coldly.

Johnson: "..."

Johnson walked out of the office step by step.

When closing the door, through the gaps in the decorations, he caught a glimpse of something like a streamer flashing past where the black-haired minor was, and then there was a dense darkness.

It was as if something invisible and transparent was shrouded there.

The words 'invisibility cloak' jumped into Johnson's mind inexplicably, and he smiled and shook his head again.

how is this possible.

Seeing the object of worship, his emotions completely stabilized, and his face was solemn.

If there is a so-called "protagonist", then he will never betray the black-haired minor, will not reveal the existence of the other party, and will not hesitate to be the villain in the last 10 minutes of the movie.

Johnson adjusted his tie and walked unhurriedly into the banquet.