Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

The person at the counter was unusually familiar. Conan glanced at it, and a candidate quickly appeared in his mind.

He leaned to the side with all his might, and finally caught a glimpse of a small side face—it was really a black cat.

The black cat's hairstyle was changed from a big back to a naturally falling straight hair, and he didn't wear a mask or sunglasses on his face, but replaced it with dark brown glasses - the same can't see the eyes, but the suspiciousness has dropped a lot.

Conan touched his chin, and was unclear for a moment whether he had found the workplace of the black cat by mistake, or whether the other party just sneaked in here temporarily.

But no matter what... Since it's the clerk here, maybe the black cat will have some impressions of Maurilan's date. After all, Maurilan never mentioned this shop, and she made an appointment here, perhaps because her date was a regular here.

In normal times, Conan felt that he would never dare to bother the black cat with the daily problems in his life.

But this time is different. It has to do with the color on the top of his head. If he finds out the "date person" a second earlier, he might be able to toss that person away before Mao Lilan returns.

Thinking of this, Conan ran from his seat to the counter.

Outside the counter, there is a narrow dining table, with corresponding stools in front of the table.

As soon as Conan jumped on the seat, he saw the person behind the counter looking up.

Facing the other party's unenthusiastic and even disgusting gaze, Conan paused and decided to be more euphemistic.

He didn't go straight to the topic, but planned to order a few snacks first - even if you buy something, even if you are a guest, the guest is God, and the black cat can't drive himself away...

"That... a Coke." Conan looked at the menu spread on the table, and chose the most conspicuous signature dessert, "Three more cupcakes."

While the cupcakes were still being baked, Shiraishi sat still, looking at him from behind the lens: "I thought you were here to ask me who that girl's date was."

"..." How did you know...

Conan felt a little embarrassed to be first broken by the other party.

He didn't doubt the source - when Maurilan replied to him "going to see Kudo Shinichi", the person happened to be standing on the stairs leading to the first floor, only a wall away from Shiraishi's bedroom. It was normal for Shiraishi to hear these words.

...but why tell the black cat! Can you exchange something serious and stop gossiping about your neighbors!

Conan rolled the eyes of the dead fish, rubbed his hair haggardly, and said, "If you have a clue, you can tell me..."

Shiraishi just listened to the conversation between Conan and Maurilan, and he remembered which part of the plot this is.

-Maolilan's "dating" object is actually her mother, Concubine Yingri. Concubine Yingri moved out of Maori Kogoro's house ten years ago, and occasionally sees Xiaolan, but rarely contacts Maori Kogoro.

Shiraishi was hesitating whether to tell Conan about it, or continue to watch him guess, when the oven behind him rang.

Conan was lucky enough to have just ordered the cupcakes and the cupcakes were already out of the oven.

After all, he was working, and the child's money was also money. Shiraishi got up and put on heat-insulating gloves, opened the oven door, and just pulled out the tray halfway, he froze slightly.

This cake...

How is it different from the example picture on the recipe?

It's soft but very soft, but the color seems to be a little flawed, it is actually black and silver.

There were still tiny bubbles on the surface, and the whole was like a piece of soft and expanding charcoal, but Shiraishi felt that the color was better than pure charcoal.

Staying in front of the cake for two seconds, Amuro in the distance smelled something wrong and walked over from the pool in confusion.

He looked down and his eyes were slightly straight: "What are you doing... charcoal-grilled steel balls?"

Hearing this, Conan glanced into the oven and twitched the corners of his eyes.

He understood that Black Cat's own job is definitely not a restaurant employee. After all, this restaurant seems to be doing well, and it is impossible for employees like him to stay there.

...so he's here to lurk?

Will there be a murder in the store?

"I followed the recipe exactly and the oven was probably broken."

Shiraishi unbelievingly took the color book next to him, unfolded it, turned to the page where the cupcakes were, and was about to point out the steps to declare to Amuro that it was not his own pot, but after rereading the words, he paused for a moment.

Then I had to make a patch on what I just said: "...just two or three less materials."

"There are only a few materials in total..." An Shitou couldn't help but raised his hand and pressed his forehead. Suddenly, he felt that the plan of "following in turn" was very misguided. If it goes on like this, let alone a month and a week, he is worried that today is not over yet. , Matsuda will be swept out by the store manager.

Conan was lying on the counter, silently organizing the language.

Toru Amuro stood behind the counter, no matter how he looked at it, he was just a dedicated clerk, so Conan regarded him as the head of the staff here—the kind who could propose firing a trainee clerk.

If the black cat is fired for this, it may hinder his and Shiraishi's rescue operations. In addition, Conan is also worried that the head of the staff will be nagging too much, and will be hidden under the counter by the impatient black cat...

Conan took a deep breath~www.readwn.com~ suffocated the tone of a naive child and played a rounder: "Haha, it really looks like a blackened steel ball that has been straightened and then re-interlaced and coiled. Just as refined!

"My homework topic this week happens to be 'discovering the eyes of beauty'. Can you sell them all to me." He reluctantly took out pocket money and put it on the counter.

"..." Toru Amuro glanced at Conan with indescribable eyes. He still had an impression of Conan. He remembered that the child had a high fever a few days ago, but now it seems... it could be that the antipyretics didn't work, and he was still burnt stupid in the end.

...anyway, it would be nice to get rid of this pot of "art" before the store manager notices.

Amuro quickly pulled out a cardboard box, put the things that smelled weird, looked weird, felt weird, and put them in the box. Hand it to Conan.

While Toru Amuro went to clean the tray, Shiraishi poured a glass of Coke with ice and placed it in front of Conan.

Conan poked at the dessert box on the table distressedly. He originally planned to use this money to buy mystery novels. However, if it can indirectly save people, it's not too bad...

Soon, customers came into the store one after another.

At first, it was a beautiful woman who looked at her watch frequently and looked like she was waiting for someone.

Conan paid attention to her for a while, but after the woman lost her temper at the waiter, he excluded her, and he felt that Maurilan would not make such a friend.

After that, there was another haggard college student who was rushing for papers; a strong man who went straight to the bar to sit down after entering the store, and called the store manager out to chat; and a beautiful woman with curly hair and a professional suit.