Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

After eating and packing the lunch box, Shiraishi put down the letter and said that he had already made up his mind, but he might have to wait until night to successfully find the treasure.

Facing the two curious faces, he indifferently recited the principle and starting method of the Cuckoo Clock.

Mao Lilan was not surprised that he was able to solve the puzzle. After all, when the "Sleeping Baishi" solved the case a few times before, she was there and always had confidence in Baishi's mind.

After listening to this, Mao Lilan also became curious about the institution. She walked into the studio on the side of the living room and looked at the Cuckoo Clock that had only spit out ugly goblins before: "Can I see it too?"

Shiraishi thought about it for a while and made up an excuse: "Since she invited you to solve the puzzle, she shouldn't mind you activating the mechanism, and as expected, this mechanism can be activated repeatedly without affecting her research on the house."

"That's great!" Although he experienced a small disturbance, Ma Lilan was in a good mood to see so many exquisite clocks and mysterious mechanisms.

Thinking of waiting until the evening, she decided to find something to do.

Mao Lilan returned to the living room, looked around, and soon found an old deck of playing cards in front of the TV.

In fact, it was boring. Shiraishi, who wanted to find someone to play cards, put it there. Even if the Maori didn't find it, he would make this proposal after a while.

Mao Lilan really didn't disappoint him. She looked at her watch: "There are about four or five hours until it gets dark. Why don't we come and play poker. If you have fun, time will pass quickly."

Shiraishi nodded reservedly in agreement.

Mouri Kogoro looked a little reluctant, but soon, he was pressed against the table by his gentle and slender daughter, and he had to pick up the card with a bitter face.

Shiraishi pulled the chair next to him and sat down.

Now, his life and safety can be guaranteed by money, and the problem of money has been basically resolved after hugging the thigh of the winery.

Life is worry-free, although Gou still has to go, but occasionally you can enrich your spare time.

What should I say about committing crimes under the nose of the protagonist group?

Quite addicting.

This time, just try to clear the relationship between the main body and the mask mask.

As for whether the two vests will be regarded as the same person... Shiraishi felt that the protagonist had probably denied this possibility after Conan sneaked a few investigations.

Shiraishi looked at his watch and briefly thought about the order of actions for the night.

When night falls, after taking out the gem, Conan will almost wake up.

Before that, I had to go to the attic to fill the two gangsters with anesthesia needles, and then put Nakamura Sada into the attic together—the protagonists’ rescue skills were all full, so Shiraishi didn’t have to think about it. How to take her to the hospital.

After Conan wakes up, he will definitely request to check the attic first.

Shiraishi had put the two pistols back on the gangster's side. Of course, to be on the safe side, he broke the guns.

- A few days ago, after completing the mission of Ali's Villa, Shiraishi drew a "crippled crowbar".

This small stick is defined as "a carving tool that fails to inherit the spirit of the craftsman", and it has no other use. The only effect is to repair what is broken.

Although it sounds incomparably useless at first, it can be surprisingly useful at times.

In short, after seeing Nakamura Zhen and the gunman, the protagonists will definitely call the police and an ambulance, no matter how curious they are about the person who brought them down.

The two gangsters may not reveal their identity as thieves, even if they will tell the police about the thieves group and the treasure hidden in the villa because of the world's "confess as soon as they are exposed" mode of action, due to the effect of anesthesia, at least the time has passed. twelve hours.

Although Nakamura Zhen looks miserable, after receiving timely and effective assistance, it should not take long for him to regain consciousness.

During this time gap, you can show her that watch.

Anyway, the task only requires a look. After completing the task, even if the watch is taken away again, it is none of his business.

Shiraishi played cards while distracted, and lost several hands inadvertently.

After thinking about things, he regained his senses, began to concentrate, and then...

Lost a few more rounds.

"…"

Something seems wrong?

Peeking at Mouri Kogoro, who had also been losing with a disheveled face next to him, Shiraishi suddenly realized that he had overlooked a very important point.

-Maolilan, she is a peerless European emperor!

"Oh, I can't paste it anymore."

After another one, Mao Lilan held the sticker for punishment and circled around Maori Kogoro. He really didn't know where to stick it, and finally he could only press it on the back of his father's head.

Shiraishi was posted less often than Mouri Kogoro, but the hand holding the card was also trembling slightly because of regret.

After pretending to sleep for a while in the middle, and finally staying up until it was dark, Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief, found the flashlight, and walked out of the door with Kogoro Mouri, and asked him to point the light at a hidden mechanism on the door.

Then Shiraishi went back into the house and turned off the lights.

The flashlight was quickly drawn into a line by the mechanism, reflected back and forth by the mirrors fixed inside and outside the house, and finally injected precisely into the cuckoo clock on the wall of the studio.

The terrifying goblin's clock spit out the terrifying goblin's clock with the strange sound of "squeak-" and "squeak-" before, but this time it finally returned to normal, making a harmless "cuckoo" sound.

A round and lovely statue of a pigeon protrudes from the small door on the clock, and a watch is slung across it like a shiny ribbon.

Countless jewels are inlaid on the dial and bracelet. Although I don't know how to appreciate it, I can't guess the value, but it is really beautiful.

Baishi took off the handkerchief and handed it to Mao Lilan who was beside him: "Here, then your commission will be completed."

Mao Lilan was obviously very curious about the watch, but after hesitating for a moment, she waved her hand: "It's not appropriate for outsiders to keep such a valuable thing~www.readwn.com~ You know Miss Nakamura's parents, so you should keep it. ."

She probably didn't dare to take it, so Shiraishi withdrew his hand and returned to the table with his watch.

Mouri Kogoro heard the movement of them walking back to the living room, put away the flashlight and walked into the door, turning on the light by the way: "Success?"

Shiraishi nodded and pointed to the watch on the dining table. Mouri Kogoro rushed over curiously, he was not as reserved as his daughter, and leaned in to take a closer look.

After enjoying it for a while, the interest of the Maori father and daughter finally faded away.

Mao Lilan picked up poker again. It was rare that someone was willing to play with her today, and she had a great time.

Shiraishi looked at her hand holding the card, his heart skipped a beat, he secretly hid his hand under the table, took out the Poké Ball, and then he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes uncomfortably.

Mao Lilan was shuffling the cards when he suddenly felt something black move under his feet.

Startled, she quickly retracted her legs, bent over to look under the table, and saw a black cat jumped onto Baishi's stool, picked up an object, turned her head and ran away.

"...Ah, wait!" Although he likes cats, he seems to have kidnapped something from Shiraishi. Mao Lilan got up quickly and wanted to stop, but because he didn't dare to use too much force, he was swayed by the cat.

She staggered slightly and supported the back of a white stone chair, the stool was shaken by her, and the person sitting on the chair slipped to one side.

Seeing that Shiraishi was about to fall to the ground, Mao Lilan could only stop to support him.

When he looked up again, the cat had already gone somewhere.

Mao Lilan sighed and had to give up.

The thing was blocked by the cat's body just now, and Mao Lilan couldn't see what it looked like, but fortunately, from the approximate size, it didn't look like a wallet or a mobile phone.