Conan: The Second Personality of Kaitou Kidd

Chapter 39
Stepping on the spot in advance is the professional quality of a strange thief.

An hour before the start of the magician's gathering, the white water was like a wave of silent waves in a rolling river, flowing along the bustling crowd around the venue.

"There were a lot of magicians at the party," he said.

Because of the upcoming party, there are many people on the nearby streets, and the concentration of magicians has skyrocketed, with one magician in every ten people.

And for every dozen or so amateur magicians, there is only one professional magician.Most magicians just come here to catch the heat and make their reputations shine.

There are many magicians, and the concentration of children is also jumping up. Magicians can be seen everywhere on the street doing magic tricks to make children happy. They gather together in groups of three or four, faintly similar to the small groups of classmates and friends in the classroom.

On the side of the street, an amateur magician faced a choked and sobbing child with a barely calm smile. He took off his tall magic hat, shook it a few times, and pulled out a white rabbit that kept kicking from the hat.

The child's sobs stopped for a moment.

Bai Shui passed by them, and cast a low glance at the magician who was firmly holding the hand of a white dove behind him. His mood rose, and he said, "But they are not as good as you."

He was trying to praise Kaito Kuroba to lower the guy's anger.

After he said bluntly and firmly, 'No, I have nothing to do with you, not your second personality, nor a parallel world', and euphemistically said, 'Your imagination is so rich', Kaito Kuroba Then I got angry.

His angry state has a husky aesthetic feeling of not eating oil and salt, not eating soft and hard, and not listening to bastards chanting scriptures.

Bai Shui was at a loss for what to do, and always felt that no matter where he tried to comfort him, he would be bitten.

Like now.

"Compare me to this kind of magician who needs to press pigeons with his hands," Kuroba Kaito said quietly, "Thank you for the compliment."

Failed to reduce rage.

Bai Shui continued to step on the spot as if nothing had happened. After a while, he raised his hand and pressed his chest, and found a new topic in the silence, "The heartbeat has risen steadily, and it is now 110 beats per minute."

"After half an hour at most, you can 'cut the number', which happens to be your action time."

He was bitten again.

"It only took about ten minutes to step on the periphery of the entire venue, set the route for the high-altitude retreat and the ground retreat, and observed nearly [-]% of the people," Kuroba Kaito tried to boast with the white water just now His tone, in turn, praised Bai Shui, "It's amazing."

He said lightly: "It seems that 'stepping on the spot' is a skill you often use."

"You don't need to explain. I know that ordinary writers are often in danger. It's normal to step on the spot."

Bai Shui: "..."

Kuroba Kaito is too sharp.

Among the crowd, there were suddenly several exclamations.

Bai Shui immediately pretended to divert his attention, and when he heard the sound, he saw the crowd surging not far away, and there was a touch of white on the gray and black crowd.

It's a pigeon.

The owner of the pigeon is a magician wearing a top hat. He kept apologizing while pushing others away, pushing through the crowd and following the pigeon.

When he was getting closer and closer to the pigeon, he caught an opportunity, his eyes lit up, and he flew directly towards the pigeon.

Bai Shui took two steps back, and then took another step sideways.

The magician and the pigeon fluttered in his original place.

The pigeon flapped its wings a few times and got up.The magician breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat off his brow. He held the pigeon's neck tightly, "Fortunately, we found you."

"It's very dangerous outside. There are people everywhere. If you fly away alone, what will you do if you are seen and teased by children?"

After speaking, he got up from the ground, and quickly apologized to Bai Shui, "I'm sorry, sorry, I scared you just now!"

Bai Shui took another step away. He glanced at the apologetic smile on the magician's face, and then at the pigeon that the magician was holding tightly.

His heart beat a few beats faster.

The magician seemed to have just realized it, and let go of his hand quickly. He held the pigeon in his palm distressedly, "Are you okay?"

The pigeon is a small pigeon, and it is dying now, but its feathers are still white and bright. In contrast, the hand holding it has many scars that look like beak scratches.

Some are in the state of scars, some are slowly replenishing new skin and flesh, and some have just been injured, with pitted wounds lying on the palms of their hands, which looks shocking.

The crowd surged again, and a magician also wearing a top hat walked quickly.

This time it was an elderly magician who looked about five or sixty years old. He glanced at the young magician and snorted heavily, "You can't even see a pigeon, you trash!"

"Hurry up and apologize to others." The old magician glanced at the hands of the pigeon and the young magician, frowning tightly, "Hurry up and put on the gloves, hurry up and move the box."

The young magician was a little embarrassed, and slightly closed his hands holding the white dove. He apologized again to Bai Shui in a low voice, and soon chased the old magician away.

Bai Shui watched them go, like watching a neon movie, the surrounding Japanese conversation, the lively lights, and the two main characters going away together formed a bizarre movie scene.

Kuroba Kaito asked, "What's the matter? Is there anything unusual about those two people?"

He felt his heartbeat, and was even more puzzled, "Why is the heartbeat faster?"

"I'm... fine," Bai Shui resisted the urge to follow up. He turned his head and looked around the brightly lit street, feeling a long-lost but familiar feeling of watching a movie. "I just confirmed one thing."

"Tonight, Kudo Shinichi will come."

Because a murder is about to happen.

He couldn't be more familiar with the 'smell' of the two magicians just now, it was a surging killing intent.

Compared with the goodwill shown by Kaito Kuroba, Aoko Nakamori, and the students, Baishui is better at dealing with this kind of viscous malice like rotten mud.

Kaito Kuroba was already accustomed to Chang Baishui's attitude when he mentioned Kudo Shinichi, so he asked casually, "What do those two guys have to do with detectives just now?"

Immediately reacting, the voice became tense, "Is it a murder?"

Kuroba Kaito is really too sharp.

Bai Shui withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and walked towards the venue along the crowd. He replied without changing his face, "I mean the scene is too lively, don't you think?"

"Even if Princess Anna said that magicians are welcome regardless of whether they are professional or amateur, there are still too many magicians here. At eight o'clock, there will be more people in the venue, and there will be more mixed people."

"At that time, even if the 'homicide police' who are particularly against neon and don't allow the neon police to enter the venue, I'm afraid they will have to cooperate with the neon police to stabilize the dense flow of people."

He calmly said: "This kind of trick, I can only think of 'the police invited Shinichi Kudo, so they are forcibly interfering and opening up a duel field where both Europol and Neon Police exist'."

This is the truth.

It's just that compared with the questions raised by Kaito Kuroba, these truths are somewhat irrelevant.

Kaito Kuroba accepted this explanation, "There are a lot of people in the venue, and it's easier to move around when it's chaotic."

Bai Shui responded without any objection. He raised his hand to press the beating heart in his chest, and walked past a small group of magicians and spectators.

The magician was shuffling the cards. With a calm smile, he calmly shuffled a deck of cards out of the spring.

When a gust of wind brushed his shoulder, he glanced casually out of the corner of his eye, and caught a glimpse of a person with no specific features walking northward, then looked back indifferently, and continued to shuffle cards against the admiring eyes of the audience.

After washing for a few seconds, he glimpsed the same color block again from the corner of his eye, so he looked over and found that the passerby who had just walked past came back again.

They looked at each other.

The blurry impression of "seems to have no characteristics, don't need to care" was instantly shattered, and the magician discovered that the passerby was not the passerby who had just walked north, but a very young passerby whose clothes were similar in color to the passerby who had just gone north , but the characteristics are particularly obvious, very handsome, impressive minor at first sight.

Looks like a high school student.

The magician's hand was half a beat behind, and two or three cards overlapped and flew out.

The minor was looking around with great interest, and when he met the astonished magician's eyes, he gave a friendly smile and stretched casually.

The two or three flying cards collided with each other in the air, and as if by coincidence, they flew back into the flow of cards in front of the magician.

The minor didn't stay long, and followed the flow of people to the south.

During the whole process, the audience who were staring closely at the magician didn't realize it. They all thought that the change just now was a cool new trick, and they all exclaimed in unison.

(End of this chapter)