Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

"Broken?" Shiraishi looked suspiciously closer.

Only then did I know that the lighter was fine.

But no matter how long the flame it spits out burns on the wick, once it is removed, the candle is still an unlit candle, and even the surrounding wax oil has not melted in the slightest.

...Could there be some protection mechanism that only he can use?

"I'll try it." Shiraishi took the lighter from Butterfly Ninja's hand, and went over to order it himself.

A minute has passed, two minutes have passed...

click —

Shiraishi threw the hot lighter, shook his hand, and picked up the candle holder: "This is disguised by colored ceramics."

But no matter how you touch it, the touch is indeed wax...

Until he suspiciously reached out and took the candle wick.

In the next instant, the light screen suddenly popped up, and the backpack interface and currency interface were displayed on the screen.

In the backpack, the grid where [[N] Memories Fragments] is located is glowing slightly.

And the currency interface, the row where [Crystal] is located, also has the same reaction.

Shiraishi was silent for a moment at this overly obvious suggestion, and understood.

...No wonder he was given such a non-consumable, life-and-death, almost buggy item after the novice stage - he had to throw fuel in it.

Now there is only one piece of crystallization, a piece of memory, I can't afford it...

Shiraishi sighed and put away the candle again.

Butterfly Ren looked at his movements and was quite puzzled: "Don't you order it?"

"No." Shiraishi said with a face of vicissitudes, "The fuel is a bit expensive."

Butterfly nodded knowingly, put away the long knife, and stretched back to the counter again.

It was still early, Shiraishi thought about it after returning home, and felt that he should go to school first and get back the envelope containing the details of the event that Ayako Suzuki said.

- She only said next week, but didn't say when it was. It was better to bring it in advance to avoid missing it.

He was going to go through the back door, but before opening the door, Shiraishi suddenly remembered something.

He opened the front door again and asked Butterfly Ninja behind the counter, "Are you still willing to make those little props before?"

"Okay." Butterfly Shinobi looked very interested.

She took a closer look at Shiraishi and found that the store manager also seemed to be looking forward to the props, so she made a small request by the way: "If you have herbs or any new seasonings, you can also give them to me."

The power of herbs does sound much greater than that of ordinary vegetables, Shiraishi nodded.

"That's right." Butterfly Ren thought of another thing, and stopped Shiraishi when he was about to close, "It's better to buy some more pots, I'm afraid there won't be enough in the store."

"..." Some pots... Baishi was taken aback by this quantifier. He looked at the long row of pots of various sizes that came with the store. Is this really not enough?

He nodded hesitantly: "I'll buy two more, but we're not very rich now, so save it when you use it."

Butterfly Forbearance may have remembered the candle fuel just now, pursed his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, I won't waste it on purpose."

Would that be unintentional waste? Shiraishi sighed and turned to go out.

Fortunately, he didn't plan to open a shop for the time being, and he didn't dare to eat the meals made by Butterfly Ninja. After all, the pot is really not a necessity. If it can be exchanged for props... it will be a few bad.

…

Baishi hitchhiked to the school, found the cabinet on the left side of the research room, opened it, and saw a row of neatly placed envelopes, blinding the poor.

Shiraishi stood in front of the cabinet and looked at it for a while, took one, poured it out, and looked at it, at least it said that there were ten ten thousand yen bills inside.

He also gave him a lot of subsidies for food and travel expenses... Even if he changed the location of the event ten times, he would still be able to accept it.

Bringing the envelope, Shiraishi walked out of the school, went to the pharmacy, supermarket and other places for a walk.

In the evening, he finally finished shopping and got on the bus with a big bag and a small bag.

Shiraishi even thought about whether to bring a medicine mortar back, but Butterfly Ninja never asked for this~www.wuxiaspot.com~ She seems to be able to bring some small tools.

It went smoothly when I got in the car.

But when he got out of the car through the front door, Shiraishi moved and didn't move—there was so much stuff that the bag got stuck in the door.

"Young people are so weak!" The enthusiastic grandmother who wanted to get out of the car saw his predicament and rolled up her sleeves with a smile, "I'll help you."

Shiraishi just wanted to say that it wasn't a problem of strength, but a problem of physics, but before he uttered the first word, a force behind him pushed against the bag he was carrying.

Baishi fell off the car by surprise, but no one fell, but the sack containing three or four pots was thrown out and went straight to a passerby.

Blocked by the sack, Shiraishi could only see the man's school uniform skirt and the slender calf under the skirt, looking like a thin girl.

With a thud in his heart, he remediedly shouted "Dodge". Before the final sound came to the ground, there was a soft bang, and the other party firmly caught his sack.

Shiraishi stabilized his body and looked at all this in a psychedelic sense, and saw a head sticking out from behind the sack.

Mao Lilan tilted his head, saw him, and smiled kindly:

"Mr. Shiraishi, what a coincidence. Why did you buy so many things? It must be heavy, so let me get you some more?"

"..." Shiraishi silently put down the heart that was hanging just now, "Thank you, I can move it."

The bus station is still a short distance away from home, and it is a bit embarrassing to be silent all the time.

Baishi looked at Mao Lilan, who was holding the pot for him, and said, "You seem a little excited?"

"Huh? It's so obvious." Mao Lilan smiled embarrassedly, then lowered his voice and told him mysteriously:

"Have you heard of the Medieval Art Museum in Luchuan District? It's not far from here."