Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

Near the Mi Hua Luxury Hotel, in an alley, a black cat slowly poked its head out of the wide gap in the security window on the side of the building.

After lowering his head to confirm the height, it jumped out of the Internet cafe window and landed on the ground.

For a fake cat, the second floor was still a bit higher, and the impact of the landing made his feet a little numb, and Baishi stomped on the ground with his hair fried twice. hotel departure.

Just as he got out of the alley, a little boy passing by across the street caught his attention.

The child looked very embarrassed. He was wearing home-made pajamas and a pair of cotton slippers with uppers on his feet. There was a lot of dust on the sides of the shoes and on his body.

Although dressed like a lost child, his expression was very calm and a little serious, as if he was thinking about life.

Shiraishi's footsteps stopped, and there was a simple joy in walking down the road when he lowered his head and picked up a useful item.

When making the plan, the most important reason why the option "find Conan and Yusaku Kudo to solve the puzzle" was ranked last. delayed his own investigation.

I didn't expect to meet directly now, and sure enough, hard-working people will be blessed by God...

Bai Shi turned his head and glanced at the second floor, took a deep breath, and climbed back to the window unskilledly, and got into the box again.

A minute later, the box door was pushed open, and a man in a suit with a broad-brimmed hat on his head left the Internet cafe and strode toward the hotel.

…

Not only did Conan escape successfully, but after the two men in black left, he found a cut-out newspaper in the trash can.

Considering that some people are accustomed to use the cut-out words to piece together letters to cover up the source of handwriting and typewriters, Conan suddenly became alert and began to read the newspaper carefully.

He felt that through this, he might be able to find a trading place for the black man and the unlucky customer.

Based on the text before and after, Conan quickly guessed what the cut-off pseudonyms were, and after piecing them together in a different order, he got the word "Mihua Luxury Hotel".

Maybe it was because of some parent-child feelings. Although he was miserable by his parents, Conan did not cheat his parents after he escaped. He didn't call the police, but came to the transaction location he speculated. , want to wait for the opportunity to steal the poison.

However, before he could reach the hotel door, Conan darkened—a person stood in his way.

Conan came back to his senses, opened his eyes and saw two black trouser legs, and was shocked.

He is extremely sensitive to this color now, plus the road is so wide and there are not many people, the other party is obviously deliberately blocking him... Thinking of this, Conan is already sweating, and he swishly raised his wrist, wanting to start anesthesia Needle.

But when he went to press the launch button, he felt empty.

Conan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that because Edogawa Fumyo was in a hurry, all of his equipment was still at Mouri's house.

When his mind was blank, a black gloved hand stretched out, like the handle of a shopping bag, and smoothly grasped his raised arm.

...you must not be caught again, otherwise you will be watched more strictly, and you may even have your arms or legs removed! Scenes of **** scenes flashed in Conan's mind, he gritted his teeth and abandoned his face, ready to howl to attract the attention of passersby.

However, the person on the opposite side seemed to be able to read minds, pinching him precisely on his mouth, and with a slight force of both hands, he carried the person and left.

Conan's face was pale, and he struggled hard while pinching the man in black's wrist, ready to kick him.

But just as the soles of his muddy and snowy shoes were about to be printed on the other party's clean and straight suit, Conan suddenly caught a glimpse of a mask with a familiar pattern along the lower brim of his top hat.

"..." Conan stayed for two seconds, then slowly, with a cold sweat, he retracted his feet.

…

A little earlier.

Kudo Yukiko had already seen Conan walking along the road. Her little son was very conspicuous among a group of frozen passers-by in a hurry.

Just as Kudo Yukiko held her face and said happily, "As expected of my son, I noticed the clues we left so soon", she saw a man in black walking out from under a tree covered with snow on the side of the road , went straight to Conan, grabbed people and ran, a set of actions flowed smoothly.

... When Kudo Yusaku was alarmed by his wife's screams and hurried to the window, the robbers who had killed him halfway were gone. Along with them disappeared, their ill-fated son.

"That person was wearing black clothes!" Witness Yukiko Kudo said with tears in her eyes.

The Kudos are not ignorant of the Black Organization, which has also done a lot of things internationally, so they also know that the members of the organization prefer black.

The cheerful air in the room quickly became heavy and tense.

Dr. Ali touched the back of his head worriedly. When Yukiko Kudo mentioned the man in black just now, he seemed to think of something, but after a few seconds of delay, he couldn't remember anything...

…

"...Wait, don't go yet! It's going to be one o'clock soon, and there may be a murder in that hotel!"

Seeing that after walking to the hidden place, Shiraishi did not intend to stop to speak, but instead went further and further, Conan became anxious.

After shouting, he realized that his tone was rude. In order to prevent the irritable black cat from being thrown upside down into the snow on the side of the road, he quickly added: "That... Thank you for taking the risk to save me, but …”

"You really caused me a lot of trouble." A voice came from above, and the man in black interrupted him impatiently.

Immediately after, the hands that were holding him loosened without warning, and Conan lost his footing.

With a sudden chill behind him, Conan jumped up and shivered. He was tired and patted off the snowflakes on his body, thinking that he still couldn't escape the fate of being thrown into the snow, but it was okay, at least not head down...

Shiraishi recalled the character of the black cat in Conan's eyes~www.readwn.com~ After a second or two, he adjusted his state and said indifferently: "However, you don't need my help-do you know who the kidnapper is? ?"

"!" Conan's pupils shrank, and he understood the wrong meaning from this rhetorical question, "You also know the Black Organization?!"

"Black Organization?" The man in black on the opposite side laughed disdainfully, and waved his hand full of denial:

"It's just two idlers in black clothes, you also know - Kudo Yusaku, and Kudo Yukiko."

"???" The question mark in Conan's head spurted frantically, and he froze in place for a while. After a few seconds of buffering, he said dreamily, "Impossible..."

Shiraishi looked down at him, wondering if the cold weather might have some kind of buff, and after thinking about it, he suddenly felt a little cold around him.

After thinking about the air-conditioned and warm Internet cafe box that was close at hand, Shiraishi picked up the person and walked around the road toward the Internet cafe.

Of course, considering that he would not be able to concentrate on helping to solve the mystery without first solving Conan's doubts, Shiraishi said in a sarcastic tone:

"Do you think the people in the black organization will throw the prisoners out of sight and leave themselves in another room? - That's the escape opportunity they reserved for you, playing a boring game with you. ."

Conan followed his words and thought it made sense. With this precedent, and then recalling the whole thing from the beginning, he suddenly found that there were flaws everywhere.

Taking a peek at Conan's gradually slowing down, Shiraishi wanted to laugh a little.

He hurriedly turned his sneer into a sneer before he could laugh, and by the way prepared the ground for the abuse of child labor for a while: "What are you going to pay for delaying me so much time?"