Conan: The Second Personality of Kaitou Kidd

Chapter 417 'Nothing more than that'

Shinichi?

Kudo Shinichi?

This name is particularly special to some people. When it crossed his mind, Bai Shui tilted his head slightly and glanced back, but only a third of the way to the side before he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He saw the dense and unmoved crowd.

In the stream of human beings, an underage girl who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old caught up. She hurriedly walked through the crowd, her water-purple eyes were much rounder than usual due to shock, and she was filled with anxiety. .

It's Mao Lilan.

At the moment when the end of Bai Shui's eyes met, it was clear that from Mao Lilan's perspective, they had not looked at each other at all, and she could only see a very brief side profile, but she still pursed her lips and continued to look toward her hurriedly. He walked quickly forward and spoke again: "Shinichi?"

Baishui: "..."

……and many more.

Kuroba Kaito was a little confused, "What?"

"Kudou Shinichi is not here again. Just hold off my little girlfriend for a few minutes during the inspection, so that she has no chance to text and call Kudo. It doesn't matter even if he is exposed after the inspection is over. Kaitou Kidd and The news that Kaitou Crow is eyeing the treasure has spread everywhere, so that guy can at best get angry like last time and say, 'Kitd is pretending to be me again!' right?"

Shiraizu kept walking and asked Kuroba Kaito calmly, "I didn't even pretend when I was pretending to be you. Do you think my expression can be disguised as Kudo Shinichi?"

The problem is that Kudo Shinichi is here.

The distance between them was further away than at the beginning. She did not call her 'Shinichi' or 'Kudo Shinichi' anymore. She just raised her slender eyebrows, and her expression no longer showed the instinctive surprise that she mistakenly thought she saw Kudo Shinichi at first. , but a little confused. When determining the direction of Baishui's turn, she even turned her head to look in the direction she came from. She paused for a second, obviously hesitated, then returned for a moment, squatted down and disappeared in the crowd.

Baishui: "."

He immediately reacted, "Oh, that guy's little girlfriend recognized you as that guy."

The fantasy of a glass of ice wine disguised as a cup of steaming sweet black tea quietly emerged in his mind, and he immediately thought, "Run faster!"

It's just that the large account is not online, and the small account is probably already paying full attention.

But after listening to Kuroba Kaito's words, Shiraisui quickened his pace, "Well..."

"It doesn't matter if you are mistaken," he said in a relaxed tone, "Why don't you just pretend to be that guy?"

"You must know him well anyway..."

There were no calls from behind, but Bai Shui could still feel the intense gaze. As he walked quickly out of the exhibition hall, he nodded slightly sideways, looked back, and saw Mao Lilan.

"I can't pretend."

If it was Kuroba Kaito, the first time he was misunderstood, he would roll his eyes and wave back as if nothing had happened.

She grabbed hold of Conan who was chasing after him anxiously, determined the direction, and started chasing him again.

Suddenly seeing her boyfriend in the crowd, it was normal for Mao Lilan to catch up. Kuroba Kaito understood and was a little puzzled, "Why are you running? It's like your tail was stepped on. You just jumped three feet high and disappeared over the wall." ”

Kuroba Kaito thought for a moment, thought for a while, and thought again, "Uh,"

Although even if the trumpet is online, Conan's first reaction will most likely be 'Why is this guy Phantom Thief Kidd stealing my identity again? ! ',but……

Kudo Shinichi and Kuroba Kaito look exactly the same.

In just a short moment, Bai Shui thought about a lot but nothing. He almost instinctively pulled down the brim of his hat, turned around and quickened his pace, trying to evacuate as quickly as possible.

Baishui had already walked into the corridor and started to go downstairs.

Because it was not yet time for the Phantom Thieves to take action, the police did not intercept them in the stairwell, and because the floor of the exhibition hall was a bit high, the tourists reluctantly chose the elevator. There was no one in the stairwell, only silence.

It was so quiet that even the sound of normal human breathing seemed heavy, and the footsteps would overlap with layers of echoes.

It was not bad for Baishui. He had long been accustomed to controlling his own movements. He walked down the stairs quietly, almost like a ghost, and went down two or three floors smoothly.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and calmly breathed a sigh of relief after being away from the noisy crowd. Just as he was about to talk to Kuroba Kaito, his steps suddenly stopped and he stood quietly on the stairs without any movement. Not issued.

Kuroba Kaito also breathed a sigh of relief and rejoiced, "Okay, okay, the escape was successful. To be honest, I really can't imagine you exposing..."

He paused, "Wait,"

"...Is there anyone down there?" The stairwell was very quiet, not even a sound of wind, just silence.

From where Baishui stands, some stairs above and below can be seen.

The stairs below were stacked in layers, consisting of handles and steps. There was no trace of human beings, but intuitively, Kuroba Kaito thought there was someone below.

It was a subtle intuition of a sheep gnawing grass with its head lowered. As soon as it rolled the grass into its mouth slowly, the back of the neck felt cold, and the subconscious panicked for a moment. It was a warning from the sixth sense.

There is a saying that the sixth sense is that there are inconsistencies in the environment. Certain human organs capture it, such as eyes, ears, and skin, but the brain does not process the relevant information, so humans cannot reasonably know the crisis and can only There was a faint sense of danger and urgency.

Kuroba Kaito didn't know whether this statement was correct. He only paused for a few seconds, savoring the silence in the silence where Shiraizu deliberately suppressed his breathing.

He didn't analyze anything except silence.

But instead of letting out a sigh of relief, he softened his voice a little, almost to a whisper, "Let's go."

Bai Shui didn't make a sound. The moment Kuroba Kaito made a sound, he had already turned around and walked back up.

He went up the stairs the same way he went down the stairs before.

From some of the lower stairs, one could see the angle of the upper stairs. He calmly adjusted his posture and walked close to the wall, trying to avoid it as much as possible.

There was no movement below.

"It seems we are lucky," Shiraizui stared at the stairs below and spoke slowly in his mind. Kuroba Kaito also whispered the second half of the sentence, "This obstacle did not see us."

He added, "But it's not necessarily lucky. You have the habit of subconsciously avoiding certain angles when going downstairs."

This habit is engraved in every aspect of Baishui, not only when going down the stairs, he pays attention to avoid the angle that can be seen from below, but also small habits such as footsteps and breathing, and not looking at others.

Since it is a small habit, it must be used to it. Shirasui can notice it instinctively without any need to control it, and will ignore some, but Kuroba Kaito is not used to it and can notice it.

"The real test of luck should be," he said softly.

Bai Shui's eyes moved from below to above, staring at the quiet corridor above, and caught the second half of the sentence, "Miss Maori."

Once Mao Lilan opens the door of the stairwell and calls out softly, the 'tiger blocking the road' will realize that there is someone in the corridor.

Above, it was still quiet.

But soon, there were very light footsteps approaching from far away, which belonged to normal people, and a low sound of the door opening was heard.

A hesitant voice came from above, "Shinichi?"

It's Mao Lilan.

...It seems they are very unlucky.

Bai Shui stopped and looked down.

Below, a young male voice with an Osaka accent sounded, "Moori-san?"

Three footsteps sounded at the same time.

Two came from above, belonging to Mao Lilan and Conan.

The former was a little surprised, "Huh?"

The latter's voice was a little soft, "When I caught up, I seemed to see Sister Yuanzi calling Sister Heye."

One came from below and belonged to Hattori Heiji.