Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

On the way up to the second floor, Conan found a hair in the right angle of the stairs.

It was a curly hair dyed brown, with a black part about one or two centimeters long at the root, as if new hair had grown out after a period of dyeing.

And Conan remembered that the woman who appeared with the mute had straight black hair that fell to her waist.

Judging from the rate of hair growth, unless she just returned from the monastery and immediately started perming, this hair would not be hers—that is, she was not the one who sent the letter.

Therefore, during the search, Conan's attention was more focused on the large, space that could be hidden, rather than the secret codes of various organs.

Especially the attic.

After looking for them one by one, Conan quickly walked to the room at the end of the second floor.

He turned the doorknob, the door was locked.

This old-fashioned round handle door is not difficult to open. Conan watched the crack of the door for a while, and took out a hard card from his pocket.

When he was in Hawaii, he and Yusaku Kudo once forgot their keys when they went out. After returning home, his father thoughtfully taught him how to open various locks.

Conan quickly opened the door. After entering the door, he looked at the stairs leading to the attic, and suddenly noticed that there was a step, and the shape of the pattern didn't seem right.

Conan walked to the steps in confusion, crouched down and took a closer look.

The whole house has dark wood floors, and this section of the stairs is the same.

After Conan approached, he took out the handkerchief, put it on the ground and pressed it. When he picked it up again, he found that the handkerchief was dark red - blood that had not yet completely coagulated.

Conan raised his head solemnly, and saw the "stain" extending all the way down the stairs, and finally entered the door of the attic.

And judging from the shape of the bloodstain, it didn't flow down the leg, it was more like splashing from a position that wasn't too high.

- If the injured person is not an arm or a hand, it means that the injured person, or the deceased person, is 80% lifted up by someone.

...the situation seemed more dire than he thought.

Conan used to think that this sniper is also the type that doesn't like killing people, but now seeing the blood, and thinking about the old monk who "suicided" in the temple that day, Conan is not sure.

The bloodstain started at the very bottom of the stairs, and at the end it reached into the attic.

Conan was about to feel upstairs to see the situation inside, but suddenly heard a rustling sound from the side.

He jerked, turned around vigilantly, and found that the source of the sound was a cabinet.

The cabinet is not large, and it seems that it is difficult to fit people. Even if it can be squeezed in, people's movements will definitely be limited, and it is not easy to pose a threat to people outside.

Conan walked over carefully, opened the cabinet door, and looked in.

Unexpectedly, the cabinet was not the Nakamura Zhen he thought, but a fox with some dust and blood on his body, with his eyes closed and flat against the bottom of the cabinet, as flat as a fur.

This body type, this hair color, is too recognizable.

It's just the first time Conan has seen it look so disheartened.

Although foxes have always been bullied by cats before, but not to this extent.

Conan stared blankly at the cabinet, he couldn't figure out why the fox appeared in this suburban villa.

Having said that, it looks so embarrassed, then its owner...

Conan slowly and stiffly turned his head to look at the attic, his eyes completely turned into horror.

The black cat... Shouldn't it have been killed by that mute downstairs?

No, it's impossible, he can fight and run, who can kill him?

...But, it is when people are careless, and there is a saying that there is no strongest, only stronger.

It must not be a simple role to be able to quietly disguise an old monk as someone who committed suicide.

Conan's heart was beating violently, and his mind was in chaos. He pinched his temples and suddenly regretted it.

Before, he felt that with Maurilan and Mauri Kogoro, as long as the mute was not given a chance to draw a gun, they would surely be able to suppress this outlaw.

But now, judging from various traces, the beginning of the bloodstain was on the stairs, so this room should be the scene of the fight, and there are no bullet marks in the room at all.

Dumb can beat the black cat without a gun, that Xiaolan downstairs...

When Conan's expression changed, the fox yawned, smashed his mouth twice, and opened his eyes secretly.

It has thick skin and a lot of hair, and it also guessed Baishi's routine against the enemy and held his breath in time, so its resistance to anesthesia bombs is better than a few humans.

Originally thought that he capsized the boat in the gutter, and after being numb, Shiraishi would cancel his summons and give him a day off.

Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes and looked around, it was not the system space - there was no Q-version villain who always likes to bury his face in his tail, there is only a spectacled kid with a stupid mind but still working hard.

The fox didn't have to lower his head, he could still feel the dust on his body and the blood that came from his ankle when Kidnapper No. 1 fell downstairs.

Shiraishi didn't even help it wipe it... The fox licked its fur sadly, and suddenly felt a little numb under its belly. It looked down and found a pen under it.

This was put by Shiraishi, and the hint in it was instantly understood by the fox. What he wanted to say was that after waking up, type the final section of the paper and write it directly after returning to save time.

Really squeezed the labor force to the extreme...what a devil capitalist.

Luckily, Shiraishi didn't know that it could think in the system space... Thinking of this, the fox let out a tragic and happy "bang".

Conan was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses. He sympathetically took out the fox and touched its head, but he didn't dare to use too much force on his hands, for fear that the fox would be hurt by a ruthless mute.

By the way, and that black cat.

The fox is so miserable, and its situation will only get worse. After all, it has such a bad temper, and friends sometimes want to beat it... But then again, even the cat is not spared. The man downstairs is simply a beast.

"Don't be sad." Conan decided to try to save people first. If it doesn't work, he will go downstairs immediately, take Maori and his daughter out of here first, and then call the police.

Hearing his comfort, the fox wriggled twice and approached, put his chin on Conan's knee, and slowly stretched out his front paws to hug him.

While secretly rubbing off the stains on the fur with Conan's clean trouser legs, it continued to whistle to lower the victim's vigilance.

And it suddenly thought that as long as it pretended to be this child and insisted on abducting it~www.readwn.com~ Today, it can stop doing homework!

Conan really didn't find the clue. In his heart, this white fox was honest and pitiful, completely different from the cat that was difficult to get along with.

He touched the fox's head again and asked in a low voice, "Where are your companions? Maybe there is help, take me to find them."

"..." Fox stiffened.

It doesn't really want to see Shiraishi now, it just wants to hurry back to the system space and let the Q version assistant help wash and dry the dirty white hair, and if possible, squeeze it again.

But things backfired - soon, the tip of its nose moved, and it was suddenly alert.

Conan was slightly taken aback when he saw the fox's hair that suddenly exploded.

Soon he realized something, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a figure appearing behind him from the varnished cabinet.

... This person walks without moving at all! ?

Realizing that something was wrong, Conan opened the watch cover and turned around abruptly, but before he could turn around, his wrist suddenly tightened.

The mask with the dark pattern of the skull appeared in front of him again, and the mute grabbed his wrist like a chicken with one hand, and reached out with the other hand, clasped the mechanism on the side of the watch, and pressed it lightly.

Under Conan's terrified gaze, the anesthesia needle was fired quickly and firmly stuck on his forehead. He quickly let go of his strength and fell backwards.

Bai Shi looked down at him, this expression, no matter how many times he looked at it, made people want to slap the table and snicker.

He let go of his hand, found the anesthesia syringe, looked at the scale on it, calculated the time, and gave Conan half of it.

The hidden gem watch will not be taken out until the evening, and it will take a long time before that.

If Conan is allowed to stay awake, this house will not know how many secrets he will uncover.

Anyway, get off the line, Detective.