Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

The "zombie" lying on the ground looked dazed, not knowing whether he fell or was frightened.

Shiraishi reached out and patted the back of her hand with a little sympathy.

It was only after the shooting that she realized that the back of her hand was stained with cyan paint, so she paused for a while and rubbed it on her sleeve again.

Then it retreats to the door, shrinking its presence, leaving the stage for a would-be murderer, a would-be victim, and a ghost in front of it.

An Cai couldn't help wondering why there were cats here.

She got up dreamily, turned around, and stared at the bridge.

The bridge swishes a meter away.

After being silent for a while, it finally said what it had wanted to say for a long time: "Change your character of being in a hurry and saying nothing."

"And..." The ghost thought for a long time, and finally said, "Stop courting death."

The cat in the corner glanced at the screen with satisfaction, and the task was completed.

This ghost is so satisfying, that is, the hard condition needs to consume a piece of memory.

When An Cai started to wipe his face silently, Tsuji Rong still couldn't react.

A layer of goosebumps appeared on his body, and he wanted to go over to see if the "ghost" was real or fake, and instinctively wanted to slip away, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the passage: "Yes, anyone!"

…It was the tourists who arrived.

The ghost had been brewing a lot of words, but An Cai's pounce just now scared it, so he condensed what he wanted to say into a few words, and after he finished speaking, he heard someone coming, and hurriedly prepared to disappear.

While the two people in the room were looking at it, Shiraishi jumped up and hooked the door lock, opened the locked door, then slipped into the dark corner to release the state, and returned to the main body.

After finally walking to the exit, she found that the door in front could not be opened, and Maurilan became more and more panicked, as did Sonoko Suzuki next to her.

Just when Suzuki Sonoko broke down, grabbed her and muttered, "Kick the door first and I will pay ten times the economic loss. Don't pay attention to the details!", a hand stretched out beside him, holding the doorknob and pressing and pushing, the door opened. .

Just as Shiraishi's feet stepped on the ground, he was almost knocked over by Suzuki Sonoko.

Conan didn't pay much attention to the situation behind him. Shiraishi fell asleep suddenly and woke up so many times that Conan felt that he could no longer use the word "suddenly" to describe it.

So he was the first to notice the strange sight in the room.

- "Zombie" sat slumped on the ground, motionless, and seemed to be in a very poor state of mind, not even responding to the presence of a living person.

Beside her, the man with glasses was leaning against the wall, his face covered in cold sweat, as if he had seen something very terrifying, and he seemed to have just experienced the fragmentation and reorganization of the worldview.

Conan's eyes fell on the messy fake oxygen masks next to the hospital bed, suspecting that there had been violent incidents here, so he looked at the wall and decisively turned on the headlight switch.

There was only one very dim light in the room, but now it suddenly turned on, and the scene in the room became clear.

Conan saw at a glance that the man with glasses was holding a medicine bottle in his hand.

It's not against harmony to appear in a hospital, but it's a bit strange to appear in a hospital-themed haunted house. After all, the medicine bottle is quite decent and clean. It doesn't look like a scary prop, and the whole haunted house The style of painting does not fit.

Shiraishi moved his sore arm and looked at the two soulless people in the room. He was about to ask "what's the matter?" with concern when someone suddenly rushed out at his feet.

Conan grabbed the medicine bottle in Tsuji Rong's hand. Before the other party could react, he poured out a capsule with the super-fast hand he practiced in Hawaii, twisted it open, and sniffed the smell inside.

Shiraishi watched this scene with trepidation, almost thinking that another task of "Saving the Iron Detective" would pop up in the task bar.

But it didn't.

...It seems that the potassium cyanide in this world is a little different from the potassium cyanide he knows.

Or maybe the humans of this world have a setting that "smell or lick a small amount of chemicals will not be affected"...

"Call the police." Conan's voice came quickly, sounding very serious, "This is potassium cyanide!"

Only then did Tsuji Rong come back to his senses and panic: "Don't talk nonsense, it's just a prop to be used in the haunted house!"

He wanted to grab the medicine bottle, but before he met the bear boy, one of the high school girls rushed in front of him with a speed that he couldn't see clearly, and took Conan out of his reach.

Tsuji Ei's worldview is shaky again.

Conan originally thought that Tsuji Rong might be the cleaner from before. Although the stall owner next door had provided him with an alibi, that stall was also very busy, and it was impossible to keep staring at it.

However, after asking the other two college students who came to hear the news, and listening to Mao Lilan saying that the person who gave her the bleach looked completely different from Tsuji Rong, Conan realized that the glasses man might really have nothing to do with the cleaner.

But the man with glasses is carrying potassium cyanide, and he is likely to have malicious intentions.

If the poisoning in the play wasn't his doing, that means... this is actually another attempted murder?

Conan suddenly didn't know much about his high school.

There have been two poisoning incidents in a row. Is the law and order so bad?

Turning his head in a complicated mood, he looked at Shiraishi who was inquiring about An Cai's condition. Conan felt that he had found the answer - no, it shouldn't be the school's problem.

However, there are not many murders around Uncle Maori's house.

Is it because of the strange principle of "don't eat grass on the edge of the nest" in the event physique, or is Xiao Lan so lucky that she suppressed that physique?

It's not quite right. When many murders happened, Xiaolan was also next to him... Could it be that Uncle Maori chose a good location and good feng shui?

Several people thought about their own affairs and left the haunted house one after another. The atmosphere there was really depressing.

Conan actually suspects that there are corpses hidden in the haunted house.

Therefore, after calling the police, he relied on being a child and made up some nonsense and asked the police to search.

The police and police cars alerted the surrounding crowd, and a circle of people quickly surrounded the haunted house.

Suzuki Sonoko is not very interested in solving the case, let alone the body has not been found yet.

She stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the detectives and police working in the haunted house, while reviewing and summarizing the trip to the haunted house just now-although there was a little accident in the middle, but it was very rewarding, at least she held her disciplined arm for a few minutes!

While reminiscing about the feeling of the hand, a young man walked out from the onlookers behind, and his tone sounded polite: "Excuse me, what happened here just now?"

Suzuki Sonoko sighed.

Since someone had seen her come out of the haunted house and she was standing at the forefront of the crowd, she was asked this question many times.

Sonoko Suzuki replied for the Nth time: "There is a person who carries potassium cyanide with him~www.readwn.com~ maybe he wants to vote...!" She turned around as she spoke, and when she saw the questioner, her words stopped.

Suzuki Sonoko felt that this person was a little familiar.

The man was carrying a very ordinary bag and had an ordinary baseball cap on his head. His appearance was not too prominent, but the strange thing was that he looked very comfortable overall, and it became more pleasing to the eye.

Suzuki Sonoko quickly made an assessment in her heart, feeling that this person could barely be included in the category she remembered, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him.

Suzuki Sonoko is not an introvert, so when he has doubts, he asks directly, "Have I met you?"

"Huh?" The young man glanced at her from under the brim of his hat, smiled, and pointed in a certain direction, "Beside the ice cream stand, we looked at each other once. You have a good memory."

"Really..." Suzuki Sonoko didn't remember passing by the ice cream stand at all, but since everyone said so, it might be that she didn't pay attention.

The person who was stuck on the passing line of the handsome guy smiled at her, and Suzuki Sonoko smiled subconsciously, thinking, although he is not very handsome, but the way he smiles can add a lot of points, and he is so active... Is it true that he is really today? The Peach Blossom Luck?

Suzuki Sonoko thought it was wonderful.

As she continued to answer the young man's question, intending to turn this into a topic, she lowered her head and rummaged through her bag to find her phone, preparing to make an excuse to ask for contact information.

Unexpectedly, when he took out his mobile phone, he turned his head with starlight eyes, but faced an uncle of the doorman who came to watch the fun.

Uncle was shocked by her: "What are you doing?!"

"…fine."

...the pass-line handsome guy she took the initiative to send to her door.

...Wait, what does that person look like.