Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

Shiraishi paused for a moment at the gate and continued to the vegetable market.

The originally vague impression gradually became clear in the air-to-air shouting from Boss Zhenzhong.

— Curator Ochiai is an old man who loves art and has worked in this pavilion for many years. But recently, affected by the financial crisis, the owner of the pavilion had no choice but to sell the pavilion.

The buyer is the "true boss".

After Jinzhong took over, he did not continue to open the pavilion as promised, but planned to convert it into a hotel.

This made Curator Ochiai very angry.

To make matters worse, for some unknown reason, Manchu often ran to curator Ochiai to sneer at him. In the end, the angry curator invited him into the museum, dressed in knight armor, and nailed him to the wall with a heavy Western sword.

The more Shiraishi thought about it, the more he felt that these two were simply incomprehensible.

The exhibits in the pavilion may be worth more than this pavilion. The owner of Zhenzhong spent a lot of money to buy them. Why not resell them, but choose to destroy them?

Combined with the task title...

Could it be that he is actually a person who loves art, and he says that the exhibits are rubbish, but he actually wants to bring them home and lick them by himself?

Also, what did he mean by "the painting in Curator Ochiai's hand" just now?

Shiraishi had no memory of this incident, and I don't know if it was not in the original book or whether it was there, but he forgot.

As for Curator Ochiai, it was even more extraordinary.

His anger is of course understandable, but the owner of the exhibition hall must also have a share in this matter - most of the businessmen are ghosts and ghosts, and there are team staff to help. If there is no acquiescence from the original boss, how can the contract not involve transformation. aspect?

...The world of the rich is so boring and complicated. Baishi walked into the vegetable market, chose a few commonly eaten ingredients, bought some seasonings, and returned home with a bunch of things.

Butterfly Ren looked at the dishes in Shiraishi's hands, did not refuse, and happily carried the bags to the back kitchen.

It's just that Shiraishi always felt that the way she looked at vegetables didn't look like she was looking at vegetables, but rather creepy.

... or stop changing pajamas first, and maybe have to go out and buy a lunch box later.

Passing through the door behind the counter and returning home, Shiraishi skillfully leaned back on the sofa, turned on the light screen, and went straight to the task bar.

It's time for the lottery draw where surprise and shock coexist.

Opening the completed quest, Shiraishi found that the reward was not bad.

【50,000 yen】

【[N] Memories Fragments】

[Random props [click to extract]]

50,000 yen was put into the bank card, and the N-level memory fragments were put into the backpack, lying side by side with the previous piece of Yutian Luren, the color was slightly different, and the interface was quite beautiful.

Shiraishi admired for a while, then looked at the last column:

[Random props [click to extract]]

After clicking, the font starts to scroll.

Soon, the text was fixed as "Father's love is like a mountain".

"..." Shiraishi looked at the strange name, and the corners of his eyes jumped twice.

The reward slid into the backpack like a meteor under his gaze, turning into a Q-version mountain pattern.

... Could it be possible to summon a mountain?

But according to the urine nature of the system, even if there is a mountain, it will definitely not kill people.

Is that used to keep enemies apart, or to climb up twice a day by yourself to keep fit?

The eyes stopped on the icon for a while, and the text box expanded:

[[Anti] Father's love is like a mountain]

【Type: Consumables】

[Use: Generate some kind of mysterious radiation, so that male creatures within a radius of 30 meters show fatherly care to the user. Duration varies from 5-15 minutes]

[Remarks: Although there are cute old fathers who hold their sons to the sky, there are also tough fathers who "beat is kiss and scold is love"]

"..." In other words, it's okay to be stared at by someone looking at your son. If you're unlucky, you might be suddenly beaten by the people around you?

Although it was the first piece of armor I got, who would use such a foolish thing!

…

When Shiraishi received the reward, a strange smell gradually drifted into the crack of the door that connected to the cafe.

Shiraishi sniffed it twice and stood up in shock.

The smell is not bad, but it is by no means the smell of food, and it smells very irritating—not that kind, but that kind of orthodox science.

…Is Butterfly Shinobi really cooking?

Bai Shi covered his mouth and nose and walked to the door lightly, wanting to open the door and see what was going on outside.

Unexpectedly, he just put his hand on the doorknob when he heard a very gentle voice from outside:

"Don't come out yet, it's a little dangerous for you here. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

"!" Shiraishi quickly withdrew his hand, hesitating to say anything, but then he could only calmly say, "...Don't attract the police and fire brigade."

"Okay~"

Butterfly Shinobi sounded very happy, and the long happy ending made Shiraishi shudder.

...you were right not to put on your pajamas.

Have a polite taste for a while, and then go buy a lunch box.

boom-!

zizi-

A series of strange movements sounded through the door.

"…"

What to taste, UU reading www. uukanshu.com go directly to buy bento!

When he thought of it, he did it, and Shiraishi slipped through the back door, ran to the restaurant on the next street, and came back with a few dishes.

Butterfly Ren said that she didn't need to eat, and Shiraishi didn't bring it to her.

After returning, Butterfly Ninja still didn't call anyone, and the strange movement in the kitchen continued.

Shiraishi opened the lunch box, took two bites, and habitually wanted to take out his mobile phone and watch TV shows.

But he stretched his hand in the direction of his trousers pocket, and before he could reach it, he suddenly regained his senses, clicked his tongue, and withdrew his hand lonely.

In the end, I can only open the light screen to see what can be played.

…

After hitting two minesweepers and packing up the lunch box after eating, the front door was suddenly knocked twice.

Butterfly's gentle but chilling voice sounded: "It's done."

Bai Shi almost choked, he coughed a few times: "Come on now."

Although I don't plan to eat it, but after all, the meal is made by myself, so I should take a look at it.

Shiraishi cautiously pulled the door open a crack and peeked out.

The counter was all normal and the strange smell was gone.

But the bottom of the pot placed in the sink is already a colorful black, and I don't know what it has just experienced.

The meal was served by Butterfly Ninja and placed on the table closest to the counter, while she was cleaning up the mess by the sink.

Shiraishi walked over, ready to boast about the color and fragrance, and then euphemistically expressed that he was not hungry. But before he could speak, his eyes suddenly stopped.

The dishes on the plate actually looked normal.

But that's not the point—beside the dinner plate, there are several spherical objects the size of bottle caps, like enlarged cod-liver oil capsules, being haphazardly placed on the table.