Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

Two or three minutes later, a paparazzi handed over to a colleague on the night shift and walked home yawning.

He squatted on Yoko Okino all day, but nothing came of it. Seeing that this month's bonus was hopeless, he was sighing when he suddenly saw a strange man standing on the side of the road.

The man was blindfolded by a scarf, and stood trembling in the corner. The paparazzi gave him a strange look when passing by. After a few seconds, he slapped his forehead.

—Although the top half of the weirdo's face is covered, but judging from his body shape and bottom half of his face, isn't this the one who has become popular recently!

Godsend bonus! I just helped up an old man who fell down yesterday, and today I encountered this kind of gossip that fell from the sky. Sure enough, good people are rewarded.

The paparazzi took out the camera happily, and he had already thought about the title of the material: Shocked! In the middle of the night, the popular little fresh meat was blindfolded on the street...

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Shiraishi's first attempt to make extra money failed miserably.

After the car drove away, Anshito calmly explained the reason to him—if Baicang was allowed to transfer money, they needed to prepare an account that was not afraid of being traced, and if it was a cash transaction, if the other party called the police, it would be easy to be locked. For a few dozen million yen, it's not worth the effort.

Shiraishi was a little disappointed. He felt that cash transactions should not be so easy to detect.

But soon he thought again that Amuro had been in the organization for so many years, and he should have a good understanding of these dark channels. But he didn't know anything about the world's means of tracking the flow of cash.

The robbery cases here are not even as many as homicide cases, perhaps because they are more advanced in tracing the stolen money...

In addition, Shiraishi lost much interest in this matter after learning that the deposit of a popular model was only so little.

If you have the energy to ponder this, it is better to take a few outsourced tasks to do blasting, which can improve your skills and earn similar rewards.

The two separated at the downstairs of the Amuro Detective Office. Toru Amuro went to dispose of the pack of disks, while Shiraishi turned into the alley and turned into an inconspicuous cat, and walked home with the ball.

But this time, there seemed to be someone outside the house.

Shiraishi stopped far away, and he saw Haiyuan Ai standing in front of the store with a lunch box, looking down at his watch.

Today is the first day of Ai Haibara's elementary school life.

Shiraishi originally thought that tonight she and Conan would also go to Professor Hirota's house to try to find the disk containing the drug information.

But now it seems that it may be because Miyano Akemi's memory has been blurred, and Haibara Ai doesn't remember this one.

Shiraishi hid in the corner and returned to the main body.

Hai Yuanai noticed that someone was approaching, looked back and saw that it was Shiraishi, she raised her hand and handed over the lunch box: "If you come a minute later, I will leave."

"I have something to do today." Bai Shi weighed the still warm lunch box and felt heavier than usual. Are there any extra dishes today?

"Young people have to eat on time, otherwise stomach problems are likely to occur. You are already 1 hour and 32 minutes later than usual." Hai Yuanai tapped his watch and criticized rigorously.

When the meal was delivered, she was ready to leave. But before she left, she suddenly thought of something.

"That's right." Haiyuan Ai glanced at the upstairs, and hooked his finger at Shiraishi mysteriously.

When Shiraishi crouched down, Haibara Ai whispered close to his ear, "Kudo Shinichi has a problem here because of the side effects of the drug."

She nodded her head:

"Anyway, don't believe him too much. He is no longer the famous detective who makes prisoners feel scared. If he wants to do something stupid in the future, you can stop him, if you can't, throw him away and run away."

"...?" Shiraishi was a little confused, except that Conan was too imaginative and too impulsive when encountering events related to the Black Organization, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

If I have to say it, Shiraishi feels that the recent Conan is a bit more numbered than he is Kudo Shinichi, although he is still very capable of dying.

"Okay, that's all. Wash the lunch box yourself, and take it with you when you have breakfast tomorrow."

The reminder has already been reminded, Haibara Ai patted Shiraishi on the shoulder: "I'm going back to do my homework."

It was getting late, and Shiraishi wanted to send her off.

But after thinking about it, he felt that Haiyuan Ai would definitely refuse, so he simply went into the house, put down the lunch box, and came out as a cat.

Running halfway out of the street, just after catching up with the person, Hai Yuanai suddenly shuddered and turned her head to look back.

"?" Shiraishi stood behind the telephone pole and looked at her expression in confusion. Why did he feel that the scientist was a little frightened?

Haibara Ai looked around for a long time, but didn't find anyone around, so she had to attribute her sensitivity to being too sensitive and misread everything.

She didn't dare to take a leisurely walk anymore, wrapped her coat tightly, and trot back to the Doctor's house.

After Haibara Ai entered the door, Shiraishi released his form and returned to his body.

After washing his hands and nibbling on the spicy chicken wings in the lunch box, he gradually came to his senses.

Grayhara mourns her...

Afraid of walking at night?

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The next morning, when Shiraishi returned home after eating, he heard the phone ring in the cafe.

This phone used to be like a task release machine, but recently, it has added the function of reminding people to eat.

Considering that I just finished eating, this time, the phone is probably here to do its job...

Shiraishi glanced at the caller ID, knowing that~www.readwn.com~ He answered the phone, and sure enough, the voice of Mrs. Shiraishi came from the opposite side—that is, the rented basic money mother.

The tasks given by Mrs. Shiraishi are still very casual.

She met an upstart friend in Hawaii, who couldn't get in touch with her daughter for several days. He was worried that her daughter was addicted to writing again and would forget to eat and sleep, so he hoped that Shiraishi, who was also in Tokyo, would bring something to eat. Eye.

Shiraishi wrote down the address, took out the mobile phone in the backpack, opened the mailbox and text messages to check, there was no new message in it, it seemed that he didn't have to go to work today.

He went to the supermarket to buy some drinking water, rented a car, drove to the address Mrs. Shiraishi gave him, and fed the novelist named Nakamura Sada.

Following the route on the map, the car drove farther and farther, and finally arrived in the suburbs.

When I parked the car, I saw that the place where Nakamura Zhen lived was a well-renovated, but old-fashioned house.

Suburban + villa, Shiraishi was instantly alert. This looks too much like a future murder scene.

Shiraishi wanted to call the police directly.

But without telling the facts of the case, it will only be regarded as harassing the police.

Plus, sometimes, the police can get in the way of the mission. In the end, he still didn't dial, intending to see where he could trigger the mission first.

Most likely, Kogoro Mori had a flat tire or got lost during his trip, and then came here to stay.

Baishi looked around and found no broken down vehicle. Eighty percent of the murders have not yet begun.

After thinking for a moment, he parked the car in the nearby bushes and got out of the car with snacks.

Originally wanted to ring the doorbell, but Shiraishi's hand hung in front of the doorbell for a while, and then put it down.

He turned and crouched down, pushed a flowerpot on the porch crooked, picked up the spare key pinned underneath, and let the fox out to find the way.