Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

After dinner, while Haibara Ai was washing the dishes, Shiraishi drove the rented car over.

Haiyuan Ai went out with a long-packed luggage, saw Shiraishi and the car, and stopped: "Are you going to drive there by yourself?"

"Well, it's more convenient this way." If you encounter a strange task, you can change your route immediately. Plus, don’t waste gas discount coupons…

However, this proposal was firmly rejected by Haibara Ai:

"In your current situation, driving can be dangerous, especially for a long time - if you suddenly fall asleep on the way, even if you can detect the sleepiness a few seconds in advance, it is likely that it will be too late to stop."

"..." Shiraishi couldn't tell her that his falling asleep was completely controllable. When this point was suddenly pointed out, he couldn't think of a reason to insist on driving. He committed crimes against the wind.

Seeing that Huiyuan's mourning bag was packed, Shiraishi had to send the car back, praying that the time would not pass too fast, while taking someone to transfer to the Shinkansen.

This is also good, it's not as tiring as driving.

However, I always feel that sitting on public transportation can easily trigger tasks that will delay the trip.

But forget it, delay is delay, it is not me who wants to see Miyano Akemi, a few more tasks, and a few more income...

…

After two people left, it became cold in the house...

It doesn't seem like it's gone anywhere.

The presence of those two people was not too high.

Conan lay on the sofa and continued to worry about the agreement to watch a movie at night.

Maurilan had already taken him to the tea party on the invitation, and now, it was his turn to find a way to go to the movies.

Although Shiraishi was very considerate, he did not forget about it, and even called Black Cat before leaving, but no one answered.

Shiraishi had to send another email to the other party, and if the black cat could get the medicine, he would send it to Conan.

Conan was moved and thanked Shiraishi for his best help, but he didn't have the slightest hope that the black cat would give him medicine.

Or think of other ways, such as...

"Doctor, help me make a simulation robot of Kudo Shinichi." Conan began to babble.

Dr. Li raised his head from the pile of tools and scratched his Mediterranean Sea: "If I could make something like that, would I still live here in a low-key manner?"

"That's right..." Conan lost the breath of his dream and lay back on the sofa.

At this moment, the reasoning drama on the TV next to it was suddenly suspended and the news was broadcast.

"According to reliable information, the Toyo Gunpowder Warehouse was stolen the day before yesterday, and an unknown person stole a large amount of explosives containing HMX. At present, the police have dispatched hundreds of police officers to carry out relevant search work, but there is no clue about the culprit..."

Hearing this, Conan gradually sat up straight. He subconsciously thought about the follow-up situation: "If the prisoner fixes the explosives with plastic materials, they can make plastic bombs for crime."

- It was almost as if he had heard some kind of call, and as soon as he finished speaking, the special mobile phone of Kudo Shinichi's identity rang.

Conan glanced at the caller ID, which was a string of numbers he had never seen before.

He picked it up, and before he could make a sound, a voice changed with a voice changer came from the opposite side.

The man asked in a strange voice, "Shinichi Kudo?"

Conan also took his own voice changer, switched to the high school student vest, and responded.

Then came the shocking words from the receiver:

"I just stole the explosives from the Toyo Gunpowder Factory. If you don't believe me... You go to Jinchuan Greenland Park now, and I'll show you something interesting."

"Jinchuan Greenland Park?" Conan frowned and jumped off the sofa.

"That's right." The mysterious man on the opposite side let out a series of weird laughter, "If you don't come quickly, the children will die."

He dropped the threat and hung up the phone neatly.

It doesn't sound like a prank call.

Conan didn't know where the mysterious man got his mobile phone number, but he didn't have time to hesitate now. He picked up the skateboard and rushed out the door, asking Dr. A Li to help call the police, and made an appointment to contact him at any time.

…

"the weather is nice today."

Haibara Ai was sitting on the tram, looking at the blue sky outside the window and the green space gradually extending by the river, and her mood improved.

"Yeah." Shiraishi was also basking in the sun, quite comfortable, even a little sleepy.

He also looked out the window, thinking about where to go first when he got to Osaka, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the green park under the bridge outside through the window.

At a glance, he saw a few children with a very strong presence.

- Mitsuhiko Motota Ayumi, especially the triangular Motota is very conspicuous.

The three of them were wearing a cap, sunglasses, and a thick beard on their faces. They looked suspicious, and then happily took something from him.

"..." Shiraishi's eyes stopped for a second at this scene, when he heard the sound of water dripping in his ear.

He quickly opened the task bar, looked at the task, glanced at it, saw the words "bear child" and "everyday" on it, and without hesitation opened the mask and drilled out through the wall of the carriage.

There is no station nearby, so there is no time to wait for the main body to get off.

The tram happened to pass a bridge, and Shiraishi fell in the air in a blurred state, then picked a corner to be dominant, and rushed to the park he just saw.

Standing on the edge of the park, looking inside, Shiraishi saw three teddy bears fiddling with a remote control.

Their eyes are always aimed at the air, and Yuan Tai occasionally shouts a small word such as "Bomber, bomb him!"

Shiraishi followed their gaze and quickly found a remote-controlled plane.

The remote control plane is very common, but there is an additional small cylinder under it.

At first glance, this cylinder is quite harmonious, and even has a bit of beauty, but it is installed under the model of the passenger plane, like a part that was added later.

In the background of the mission, the news of the theft of the gunpowder depot is given.

Shiraishi reasoned with scientific ideas~www.readwn.com~ quickly came to a conjecture, this must be a bomb or a bomb or a bomb...

There are many people in the park, and this time the mask is passing by in a car again, so I can't hand over the sunglasses.

Shiraishi didn't want to show his face, and he didn't want to be the focus of the crowd because of the second mask, so this time he used the skin of the mask mask.

This is not as deterrent as a face mask, but it is almost sufficient.

Shiraishi was about to go over and grab the remote control and let the dangerous plane throw itself into the river.

But before he could get close, Mitsuhiko and Yuantai suddenly scrambled, and the remote control in Mitsuhiko's hand fell to the ground, and it broke apart like that.

"..." Shiraishi looked at the plane that started to fly out of control, then backed away silently, found a fairly hidden place, and took out the gun in his backpack.

…Fortunately, I was wearing a winery skin today, so there was no pressure to shoot in the street.

Shiraishi looked at the cylinder under the remote control plane, estimated its volume, and the possible extent of its explosion after it exploded, and felt that there should be no problem.

Then he raised his hand to aim when the plane was at its highest point. Before pulling the trigger, he glanced at the violation warning light in the corner of the light screen.

The light is off. Great, this works.

Shiraishi no longer hesitated and shot him.

The stability of many bombs is actually not bad, guns may not be useful, and some can even be used as fuel to burn.

Shiraishi is also not sure if this shot will explode.

However, his luck seems to be good.

—At the same time as the gunshots rang out, the sound of the explosion also rang out, and the loud noise caused all the patrolmen a few streets away to look here.

A street away, Conan stepped on his skateboard and looked at the smoke rising in the distance in shock, his eyes gradually losing the light.

…I'm late.