Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

Shiraishi didn't notice him approaching at all, and this protagonist with an ultra-low presence lived up to his reputation.

Seeing that Shiraishi didn't answer, Conan raised his head again and looked at him suspiciously.

Before the child could ask again, Bai Shi slapped the top of his head with a slap, rubbed it forcefully, and said worriedly, "You're lost again, little kid? It's very dangerous to leave the adults without permission."

"No...*&^%&*..." The power gap was there, and Conan was pressed to the side, unable to speak for a while.

Shiraishi took the opportunity to drag him away and returned to the corridor, and sure enough, Maurilan and Mauri Kogoro were nearby.

The two were attracted by the movement here and looked over at the same time.

Shiraishi handed Conan over and ordered a few words to look after children.

Mao Lilan nodded again and again. She also touched the top of Conan's head and smoothed the child's messy hair: "Mr. Shiraishi is right, you can't slip away by yourself in the future!"

When there is Maurilan and there is no case, Conan usually restrains a little.

He looked at Shiraishi and silently swallowed his doubts.

In the dark room just now, there was indeed no change.

Maybe it's just that this neighbor is very curious. He is the type who wants to run inside when he sees a sign that says "Do not enter"... To be honest, the same goes for himself.

"However, I didn't expect Mr. Shiraishi to come to visit." Mao Lilan was a little happy when he met acquaintances outside, "I thought you weren't interested in these."

It was only after she mentioned it that Shiraishi remembered what he said yesterday to persuade her not to come.

...It's a bit of a slap in the face to think about.

He cleared his throat: "I thought about it after I got home yesterday, and I think what you said makes sense - it's going to close down. If you don't come here, you may not see it in the future."

"Yeah, and I didn't know until I came here that this pavilion is really good. I should have come earlier." Mao Lilan looked around with emotion.

After a while, she suddenly thought of something, and invited: "Do you want to visit together later? My dad and Conan—"

As soon as she was free, she pointed to the two people who were resting on the bench next to her, and sighed, "I have no artistic talent at all. No matter what I say, just answer me with 'oh'."

Unfortunately, I don't have an artistic cell either...

Shiraishi said euphemistically, "I came earlier, and I've already finished shopping. Let's play first."

"Is that so..." Mao Lilan looked at the "friend" and waved his hand regretfully, "See you next time!"

Shiraishi nodded and turned to leave.

Seeing his back gradually disappearing into the corridor, Conan trotted to Mao Lilan's side: "Sister Xiaolan, why do you think he is not interested in this? Have you talked?"

"Well, when I came back from school yesterday..."

…

Shiraishi didn't actually leave.

As soon as he left the exhibition hall, he went into the convenience store next to him and bought a bento.

Then, while having lunch, I sat in front of the table and chairs that came with the store, staring at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

Looking at the deadline countdown for the task, Shiraishi decided to sneak in with [Masque] when there were 35 minutes left.

—In order for Ishika to achieve his desired effect, he had to pick a moment when Curator Ochiai and Manaka were present at the same time, and no one else was around.

Plus, it's best if they're both not too far from that painting.

No matter how you think, these are the conditions that can only be met at the scene of the crime...

…

When it was almost time, Shiraishi went to buy a cup of coffee and put it on the table in front of him.

Then he watched the countdown, activated the mask at the moment he had chosen, aimed at the place he was optimistic about just now, and rushed out.

The "Do Not Enter" pavilion, unfortunately, happened to be on the far side of the convenience store.

On the other side of the museum is an open-air flower exhibition. Rather than throwing his body outside, Shiraishi felt that it would be more convenient to take a slight detour in the Medieval Art Museum.

When the 5-second countdown was about to end, Shiraishi walked through the last wall in the plan and appeared in an empty bathroom.

From here, to the "no entry" pavilion, you only need to turn two corners and walk more than ten meters.

There are few tourists in the pavilion, and the pavilion closest to the restroom has been "do not enter", and almost no one comes here.

Shiraishi sighed with satisfaction and was about to leave the "transit station" when the door of the bathroom was suddenly pushed open, and a child walked in yawning.

The door clicked shut behind him, and Conan rubbed his eyes and opened them, realizing that there were other people in the bathroom.

He originally thought it was another guest, but as soon as he raised his head, a strange mask immediately jumped into his eyes.

Shiraishi looked at Conan, raised his hand and pressed his forehead, does this child have some kind of "abnormal event perception radar"...

"Ah!" In the corridor outside the toilet door, there was a faint sound of sneezing, which sounded like a girl.

This made Shiraishi realize one thing immediately.

...Conan is already here, will Maurilan and Mauri Kogoro still be far away?

If the father and daughter were also called over, without the use of props, he would not be able to beat any of them.

Conan was also extremely surprised. He looked at the windowless bathroom like a ghost, and then looked at the mysterious and strange man on the opposite side.

Conan's face was stunned for a moment, and Conan subconsciously lifted the watch cover and raised his wrist.

Almost at the same time, a translucent sphere the size of a fingernail rolled under his feet, hit the upper of his shoe, and suddenly exploded—this is also one of the small toys developed by Butterfly Ninja.

It burst so lightly that Conan didn't even hear it, only that the smell of the surrounding air was not right.

By the time his brain came to this conclusion, he was already dizzy and slid against the door and sat on the ground.

In the gradually blurred vision, Conan saw the man wearing the half-face mask showing a creepy smile, and then he took out a long sharp kitchen knife and walked slowly, with fresh blood running down the blade, drop by drop. fell to the ground.

Conan's pupils shrank suddenly - did he kill someone in the bathroom just now? !

I have to call the police...but...it's over...will be silenced...

Fragmented thoughts flashed one after another in Conan's stagnant mind.

However, it has been proved that the commonly used anesthesia needles cannot enhance their resistance to anesthetics.

Conan tried to stay awake, but biting his tongue or pinching his fingers didn't help. Soon, it was completely dark in front of his eyes, and he experienced a scene that Kogoro Maori used to experience.

Seeing the immediate effect, Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief. He put away the [Blood-stained Kitchen Knife] and walked two meters away from Conan.

After tens of seconds of silence, after the anesthetic gas condensed within a certain range dissipated, Shiraishi walked over and lifted Conan up and threw it into the tool room.

It's okay not to be discovered by this kid. Once he is seen, if he is left awake, he doesn't know what will happen to him.

Thinking of the power of Conan's bear after he got up, and the duration of the effect of this anesthetic prop... Shiraishi had already walked to the door, but he returned uneasy.

He opened the door of the tool room, picked up the water pipe on the ground, used it to wrap several times around the unconscious Conan, pressed it like a cabbage and tied it into a dead knot, and finally put an empty large plastic bucket. Turn upside down and hold people down.

Perfect.

That should keep him for a while. By then, the task is almost complete.

Although Shiraishi reserved more than thirty minutes for himself, in fact, it shouldn't take that long.

After closing the door of the tool room, Shiraishi looked down at the floor, turned and walked into a compartment.

He pulled out some paper, wiped off the blood dripping from the "blood-stained kitchen knife" one by one, and then threw the paper into the toilet and flushed it away. Although this can't avoid professional detection, as long as you don't get noticed for a while.

The kitchen knife bleeds quite a lot.

Be careful next time...