Conan: The Second Personality of Kaitou Kidd

Chapter 16 Mr. Crow
Tokyo.

At six o'clock in the morning, Bai Shui woke up.

He didn't open his eyes immediately, but continued to maintain his sleeping posture with his hands and stomach upright, silently perceiving the room.

There was no coolness in the room, no sound of breathing, water dripping, swallowing, nor the feeling of something silently gazing over.

There was only one thing that was strange: his heart was beating very fast.

When he just woke up, his heartbeat almost reached the level of 1 beats per minute, and now it is slowly falling, slowly dropping to about [-] beats.

After lying still for a while, Bai Shui opened his eyes. He looked around the empty room, and immediately looked at the desk.

At the innermost side of the desk, a cuckoo clock stood there silently. Since it was not yet seven o'clock, it hadn't made any piercing sounds.

It stayed in the same position as yesterday, without moving.

In addition, there is a stack of newspapers and a black notebook on the desk.

The room was very quiet, and the arrangement of other items was the same as when he fell asleep. Bai Shui moved his eyes a little bit to observe the room without any changes. He raised his hand and pressed his chest. While confirming that the dagger was still on his body, There was a hint of weird subtlety.

Although there is no evidence, this room seems to have the breath of other people, which is similar to the feeling he had when he first opened his eyes and came to this strange world.

He touched himself first to make sure that the dagger on his body was still there, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and looked down at the bottom of the bed. Short black hair with a tail, walked to the bookcase again, and took out a book casually.

A short black hair was pulled out together with the book.

Bai Shui glanced at it, then stuffed the book and hair back casually, went to the desk, picked up the newspaper and opened it for a few glances.

The book was purchased at a convenience store.

Yesterday, when returning to school by the same route, and returning to Heiyu's house by the same route as he went to school in the morning, Bai Shui counted the banknotes in his wallet, and went to a roadside convenience store to buy a set of toiletries.

There is no way, if you don't buy new toiletries, you can only use the set of toiletries in the bathroom of Heiyu's house, which was used by the original owner.

Most people can't bear to share a set of toiletries with others, and Baishui is one of them. Even seriously, the original set of toiletries is matched with this body, and there is no need to change it at all.

Considering the banknotes that would not be refreshed automatically, when picking out the toiletries, Bai Shui picked the cheapest clean notebook. When paying, he accepted the kindly feeding from the lady clerk, and included the newspapers that the other party had saved for a few days. take away.

Best of all: there is no need to pay for that thick stack of newspapers.

Baishui is very satisfied.

He took the newspaper and turned to the last page, his eyes stayed on his handwriting for a moment, then he put down the newspaper to get the book again, this time he turned from the back to the front.

On the last few pages of the black notebook, there is a short black hair stuck deep in the root of the white paper.

"No one has checked in depth?" Bai Shui said to himself silently. He turned the book to the front and looked at the writing on it.

Considering that the wallet does not regularly refresh banknotes and current identities, as well as the need for money, Baishui chose to return to his old business and continue writing after excluding the channel of "going to a convenience store to work part-time" that would arouse suspicion from others.

In terms of literature, Neon has a characteristic: mystery novels are quite lush.

No matter whether it is a long story, a short story, or a purely scribbled waste manuscript with neurotic raving, as long as you grind it patiently, you can always exchange it for a certain amount of money.

Long novels and rambling waste manuscripts are quite time-consuming, and they are not suitable for "quick exchange of money", so Bai Shui chose short mystery novels.

The time was too short, he only finalized the general idea, wrote a beginning, and then fell asleep quickly in a deep sleepiness. Now there are only traces of his revisions in the notebook, and there are no marks left by others.

After a few glances, Bai Shui put down his notebook, leaned sideways on the desk, and looked around the room again, still feeling a subtle sense of 'someone has been here, someone has moved something'.

It may be an illusion caused by being in an unsafe environment, or it may be a warning issued by the brain to capture some subtle traces.

After thinking for a few seconds in the quiet bedroom, Bai Shui lowered his arm and held the dagger that had slipped from his forearm. He walked towards the closet and opened it bit by bit with the tip of the knife.

The clothes in the closet are not crowded, ignoring those inappropriate clothes that should not appear in men's wardrobes, all are seasonal clothes.

Bai Shui ignored the pile of folded bright clothes in the corner of the closet, he looked around the closet, his eyes stopped at the edge of the closet door.

There was nothing above the edge of the door, no short black hair.

Someone actually invaded here last night and opened the closet.

Moreover, the other party did not notice the short black hair on the edge of the door as a warning.

After only staring at it for a second or two, Bai Shui naturally looked away. He put some of the dagger in his hand, closed the closet casually, and breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems to be an illusion, no one has invaded. .”

He turned and leaned against the closet, looked at the whole room, raised his hands to rub his hair as if distressed, and continued to talk to himself in a normal volume, "Sure enough, I'm still overly vigilant."

The moment the voice fell, there was a sudden 'Boom! 'There was a sound of heavy objects colliding.

Bai Shui immediately looked sideways, and at the same time became more vigilant, ready to be attacked from another direction at any time.

The shutters were closed tightly, and a shadow about the size of two palms was stuck on the window. It spread its wings, and the shadow became a larger bird.

The owner of the shadow searched for a few seconds on the shutter, found a gap in the laminated window, moved it, and tried to arch a few times.

The shutter was opened halfway, and a black beak slid in through the gap.

Bai Shui: "?!"

When he found that the shadow turned into a bird shape, his thinking quickly judged 'It's a bird! ', and led the body to jump back slowly, two steps at a time, and jumped to the door of the bedroom, with his back tightly against the door.

The black beak moved and let out a low 'ga? '.

The shutters are linked, one gap is pecked open, and the other gaps are also half opened.

In the gap above the beak, there is a red eye staring at it. It is the bird's left eye. Its right eye is farther away from the window, and only half of the cross seam is exposed.

It was a crow with a blind right eye and a red glow in the left.

It has the same characteristics as the crow that Aoko Nakamori saw in the library yesterday.

Bai Shui stared at the fluttering beak on the blinds for a few seconds, and he rationally advised himself that 'the crow's beak is not as powerful as that of a woodpecker, and it won't peck its skull apart', and rationally estimated the distance between the two sides.

He calmly said, "Hello."

The crow moved its beak again, stepped back, and exited through the gap in the blinds, "Quack quack!"

After screaming loudly, it drilled back again, staring at the white water with blood red eyes.

Baishui miraculously understood: when it got into the gap of the blinds, the crow couldn't scream uncontrollably, so it retreated first before answering.

When asked, answer politely.

Just one point, answer 'quack quack! ' seems to be no different from not answering.

"I thought you would come to me last night, and I have been waiting for you for a long time," he continued to probe, ignoring the episode just now, "What should I call you, Mr. Crow?"

(End of this chapter)