Conan: The Second Personality of Kaitou Kidd

Chapter 366 I Think of Something Happy

The scene above was too eye-catching.

Pigeons have always been a symbol of docility. Whether it is a single white snow dove accompanying the magician obediently, or a flock of white doves flying in the square, they are both pleasing to the eye.

But there are too many pigeons on the ceiling, and the space is too small.

They probably stayed on the ceiling for most of the day, and there were already a lot of feathers and excrement on the floor, even people who didn't have any feeling for pigeons would frown when they saw it.

Nakamori Ginzo frowned, "Pigeon?"

He frowned, not because of the white mess on it, but because: "Is this another killer weapon of yours?"

The skating rink is just a killer feature. Although it has brought a lot of trouble to many police officers who can't skate, and it may speed up the enemy, it is cold after all, and it can barely be said.

But the pigeons on the ceiling...

"Is the Kaitou Crow afraid of pigeons?" Nakamori Ginzo asked involuntarily, "Are you afraid of dirt?"

But even if you're afraid, it's okay, right?Pigeons are on the ceiling!

"No." Halliganjin smiled for a few seconds before slowly denying and apologizing, "I saw something very pleasant just now, and I accidentally pressed the button a little harder, connecting the upper floor to the lobby. The ventilation duct mechanism is open, there should be some smell and feathers falling."

"It's closed now, sorry."

very pleasant thing?

There was only one interfering factor just now, Nakamori Ginzo subconsciously looked at the group of staff who just came in.

Apparently, few of the staff members had gone ice skating, and they were quite staggering in their actions. They didn't know whether they were pushing the dining car forward or being carried forward by the dining car. Serve drinks and snacks.

It's just that the motor cells are relatively developed. Nakamori Ginzo even saw an almost octopus sticking tightly to the door, and the dining car disappeared, and he went to the police staff alone.

He looked at 'Octopus', and his tense mood relaxed a bit, "Haha, it's true...cough cough, it's normal for people who have never skated before to be like this!"

"It seems that the young man's motor cells are not very good and his limbs are not very developed. He should play more baseball and exercise his body control ability!"

Harry Genzu glanced at Nakamori Ginzo and smiled, "Speaking of which, magicians have better control over their bodies. Among my opponents, there are many guys who have incredible control over their bodies."

He answered Ginzo Nakamori's previous doubts, "Yes, pigeons don't mean anything. Even if I say it's a coincidence that the two Phantom Thieves are afraid of birds, I'm afraid you won't believe it, right?"

"A strange thief whose code name is crow. Every time a strange thief appears, there will be an assistant crow wandering in the night sky. It really doesn't seem like he has any resistance to birds, haha."

"The function of the pigeon is the bell."

Nakamori Ginzo: "Bell?"

"Well," Harry Gen nodded calmly and said very confidently, "Tie a bell on the item that is about to be stolen. Once someone picks up the item, the bell will be triggered, and the guards will know that the treasure has been stolen. You can follow the sound of the bell to find the thief in a short time.”

"Similarly, small creatures like pigeons are much more sensitive than ordinary humans. They will subconsciously stay away from danger. Once they sense danger and someone breaks in, they will immediately make a movement."

He raised his hand and pointed to his headset and gestured, "I installed a mezzanine on the ceiling in advance."

"Normally, the ceiling is opaque and sound-proof. When the switch is turned on, the ceiling can become transparent and the sound-proof interlayer will be put away. When the switch is not turned on, no sound can be heard even right below the pigeon, unless wearing a Put on the headset connected to the upper level."

After finishing speaking, Halliganjin naturally paused for a few seconds, looked around the hall, and smiled, "The pigeon hasn't moved much, and the two strange thieves haven't come yet."

It's strange. Harry Genjin looks to be in his mid-to-late 60s. He is an old man with a short stature due to rickets. His appearance is by no means good-looking. His clothes are comfortable and well-fitting, but not high-end.

But when getting along, Nakamori Ginzo has an illusion from time to time, an illusion that Hargenjin is a calm and relaxed gentleman.

Especially now.

Nakamori Ginzo subconsciously took a few more glances at Halligenjin's wrinkled face, calmed down, and replied slowly: "That's it."

"You are really well prepared."

Harry Genzin smiled and looked around the hall again.

The staff hadn't finished distributing the drinks, they were still scattered around the hall, and the tables were equipped with hot drinks and cold drinks.

The running food truck was dragged back by the police and returned to the octopus worker.

From Hali Genjin's point of view, you can see the expressions of sincere gratitude from the staff of Octopus, and the resistance movements of unwillingness to let go to pick up the dining car.

He couldn't help laughing.

Ginzo Nakamori looked in the direction of Harry Nezu, and once again saw the Octopus staff and police officers, he subconsciously laughed, and then coughed and calmed down for a while, "Cough, Mr. Harry, What would you like to drink?"

He called a nearby food truck, "Coffee, please, thank you."

Harry didn't move at all, still looking at the entrance to the hall.

At the entrance to the lobby, Octopus staff and police officers said something.

Originally, he came to help out of good intentions, but before he knew it, he smiled and looked at the octopus with his big white teeth. He turned his head and looked at him with a dazed expression. Fish staff pushed them to the center of the hall with people and cars.

This police officer's skating skills are not very good, he can only hold himself steady, but compared with Octopus, he is surprisingly good.

The mood is surprisingly better.

"The police department," he greeted with a smile and bared his teeth, "Mr. Harry."

"Do you want anything to drink? This guy doesn't know how to skate. I'll help him!"

The dining car was stabilized in the hands of the police officers, and the Octopus staff hugged the dining car tightly, casting somewhat resentful eyes, "Mr. Harry, what would you like to drink?"

Harry didn't hesitate to smile, and smiled at 'Octopus', "Anything is fine."

"When I am happy, I am willing to accept blind box drinks."

Not forgetting to add, "Oh, sorry, I meant..."

"I thought of something happy."

He said seriously: "Please have a cup of coffee, hot American without sugar, thank you."

"Hope you're not a hot American, no sugar hater, please."

(End of this chapter)