Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

The next morning, Shiraishi found the hospital where Nakamura Zhen was.

Nakamura Zhen has regained consciousness at this time, and her body has become clean. She leaned weakly on the hospital bed, and finally had the appearance of some beautiful writers.

She was a little surprised to see a stranger come to visit. Shiraishi briefly introduced himself, and by the way, he told her about what happened yesterday, and finally, handed over the jewelry watch.

Shiraishi didn't tell Nakamura Sada about the thieves group.

After all, the Shiraishi family and the previous generation of the Nakamura family also knew each other, so he would tell Nakamura Zhen that her grandfather was the leader of the thieves group. They made a fortune like this, and it always felt a little embarrassing.

When he met the Mumu police department at the entrance of the hospital just now, Baishi heard him say that the two robbers had already revealed the truth as soon as they woke up, and the police should have told her about this.

After listening carefully to what Shiraishi said, Nakamura Zhen hugged the pillow and sighed.

Although she felt her grandfather's intentions, in a sense, it was precisely because this watch attracted gangsters that she was locked up for two or three days, her body was weak, and the manuscript could not be handed in on time...

After thanking Shiraishi, the haggard Nakamura Sada put the watch back in the box and put it aside.

Shiraishi looked at the screen secretly, and was satisfied to find that Grandpa Nakamura did what he said—the mission had been completed.

He got up and said goodbye, ready to go home and stare at the fox to catch up with his homework.

Entering the corridor and just closing the door, Baishi suddenly heard a surprise from the side: "Mr. Baishi!"

Shiraishi was startled, and when he looked up, he saw Mao Lilan standing at the door of the ward next door, with a primary school student at his feet.

After greeting the two of them, Shiraishi asked suspiciously, "Are you here to visit?"

Mao Lilan nodded helplessly.

Pushing open the door, on the hospital bed next to the door, Kogoro Maori was lying with a pale face.

The old man sighed with a cast hanging from his leg. When driving home last night, he was a little confused and accidentally drove his car onto the sidewalk and hit a tree on the sidewalk.

Shiraishi expressed very worried condolences on his face, but in his heart he always felt that it was not so simple. I'm afraid there will be another case...

When Maurilan was taking care of Kogoro Mauri, Conan tugged at Shiraishi's sleeve secretly.

Shiraishi thought that there would be such an incident last night, not in the hospital, but also in his shop.

It's not good to live next to the protagonist. Although you can pick up a lot of tasks, you will be used as an intelligence machine from time to time.

Fortunately, it should be compiled. He already compiled it last night. If you ask any questions, he will lose if he exceeds the question bank.

The location of Shiroishi Station is relatively inner, and it is natural that Conan goes out first.

Taking advantage of his back to this side and others not looking at him, Shiraishi turned on the light screen and poked Hongye a private chat.

Conan walked to a corner with few people.

Shiraishi retracted the light screen, and when he looked down, he saw that his back was facing him, and he wanted to feel an anesthesia needle and pierce it with an itchy hand.

Of course, he held back, and before Conan stopped, he switched seamlessly to the genial good guy's standard smile.

Conan turned around unconsciously and handed Shiraishi a piece of paper mysteriously.

- He actually painted a portrait of the mask mask. The painting skills are not very good, not one-tenth as handsome as the deity, but the basic meaning can be expressed: the self-published scroll, the mask, especially the skull pattern on the mask.

Shiraishi looked at it for a while, the mask mask still hides such details? He himself didn't pay much attention.

When he looked at the picture, Conan described all the behaviors of the mask mask that he knew, and finally asked: "Do you have any news about this person?"

"This is the 'thief' who broke through the door yesterday, I heard Mr. Maori say."

Shiraishi handed the portrait back to him, and then shook his head in his expectant gaze: "I tried to check it after I got home, but there is no such person in my information database, and I have no impression of him."

Conan didn't believe it at first.

But after meeting Shiraishi's sincere eyes, he thought about it and felt that it was indeed possible.

In the past, black cats could stop murders directly and get to the point, unscathed, as if they had gotten the strategy.

But yesterday he was so embarrassed, a good white fox, dyed like a rag, and he had to rely on cats to find medicine for him... If all this is due to the deviation of Shiraishi's intelligence, then in this case, it can be Makes sense.

Thinking of this, Conan has a new idea: "Hasn't the black cat contacted you? Does he have any clues?"

Shiraishi sighed worriedly: "I sent a message yesterday, but he never replied..."

As soon as he said this, a message tone suddenly sounded on his body. The two were startled at the same time.

"Sorry, forgot to mute."

Shiraishi took out his phone and turned it to silent—of course, this wasn't the special phone for the Black Organization issued by the system, but a new phone he picked out before.

The times are changing faster and faster, and it is really inconvenient to not have a mobile phone. Coupled with the recent surge in income, Shiraishi finally quit the "waiting party" and chose a mobile phone with smooth corners and a hard body that can be used as a shield when necessary. .

He lowered his head and pressed the message, read the letter from Hongye's free play, and sighed again.

Although Conan refrained from speaking, the curiosity all over his body was almost overflowing.

Shiraishi turned the screen candidly and gave him a look.

This made Conan's eyes light up - if it was something else, Shiraishi didn't need to show him his phone at all. Shiraishi's action just showed that this fresh message was sent by the black cat.

He must bring useful information!

However, looking closer to the screen, there are just a few lines on it:

【do not know. you don't check

PS: stay away from detectives, bad luck]

"..." Conan's eyes twitched twice, who is the bad luck!

The word count is short and there is not much useful information.

But there is one thing Conan is sure of - it is impossible for the black cat to really know nothing about the dumb, otherwise he would not be so decisive to leave such information as "don't check".

It seems that the mute is really dangerous... Could it be that my previous guess was wrong, in fact ~www.readwn.com~ he is related to the black organization, belongs to the faction that does not like to make noise and prefers assassination?

Conan thought, and looked up, trying to peek at a phone number or a note.

This model of mobile phone, there is a note, you can not see the original number.

Conan glanced at it and was stunned at the note.

"…110?" he repeated in surprise.

"Yeah." Shiraishi was good-tempered and didn't care about him looking at him, "He can cause trouble too much, if I write down my name directly, if I lose my phone and one of his enemies picks it up, I will be very dangerous.

"The remark is 110, and it is mixed with public numbers such as 119, 177, and 188. It will be easily ignored. You can do the same." Shiraishi made a friendly suggestion.

"Haha, thank you, I will consider it." Conan laughed dryly. Although it seems reasonable... but you are overly cautious!

Or is it that there are already so many enemies of the black cat?

Conan was speechless for a moment, then wanted to click on the number details.

But Shiraishi retracted the phone before he touched the button, as if embarrassed: "This..."

"...Okay, I understand, you can't tell me." Conan pressed his forehead tiredly.

To say that I only faintly felt the black cat's dislike of him before, then judging from the remarks in the text message just now, my intuition was quite accurate, and he was indeed disliked.

but…

"You really don't plan to investigate further?" Conan was still thinking about the dumb thing.

Now Conan checks the black cat just to satisfy his own curiosity. Checking the mute is already a sense of responsibility. At first glance, that person is an unstable member of the society.

Shiraishi is very good at collecting information, and he has been saving people all the time. When he encounters such a thing, can he really resist not investigating?