Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

Conan frowned.

He remembered that when he came in through the door of the toilet, he happened to meet the man in black walking out the door. At that time, he was carrying the **** sharp knife on his body.

There is no window in the bathroom, and there is only one way to get here. That is to say, if there is a corpse or a wounded person, the bleeding person must have been in this bathroom at that time.

But…

Conan looked at the time on his watch, and only a little over fifteen minutes had passed since he passed out.

In such a short period of time, it was simply not enough to clean up the scene so that there was no smell of blood at all.

Could it be that the man in black has never cut anyone?

But what happened to so much fresh blood on the knife?

No matter how you think about it, the logic doesn't work.

Conan pressed his temples, intending to rethink his thoughts from the beginning, trying to guess what the purpose of the man in black was and whether he was still nearby.

But at this time, a roar suddenly came from a distance outside. The sound seemed to be venting pain. It hit the corridor and spread far away.

Conan was startled, and his first reaction was that someone had committed a murder.

But he also vaguely felt that the emotion contained in this roar was different from the screams he often heard.

… maybe because this is a pavilion, the terrain is different, and the sound is affected by the corridor?

While thinking about it, the person has already rushed over to the sound.

…

The mission was successfully completed, and there was still some time left for the mask. Shiraishi was going to leave the **** exhibition hall and find a place where the two could not see him and disappear.

After possessing the [Masquerade] function, in addition to the initial attempt, Shiraishi also made some minor attempts and learned more about it:

The [Masquerade] state can be activated up to 3 times per natural day, and the cumulative time cannot exceed 30 minutes.

And even if the first day is not used up and there are a few minutes left, the next day will still count down from 00:29:59 - in other words, if you don't use it that day, it will be wasted.

Every time the state is turned on, there is a 5-second blur protection.

If he fails to find a suitable blind spot for sight within these 5 seconds, Shiraishi will be unable to appear, and he will be forced to return to his body and consume a number of times.

Similarly, when trying to remove the mask, if someone stares at it, it cannot be removed normally. It can only be forced to disappear by removing the mask, or dragging it to the end of [Masque] available.

In this case, a cloud of smoke will explode around Shiraishi, covering his whereabouts.

Of course, this doesn't come for free.

After trying it out, when the Q-version assistant held a calculator taller than her and showed Shiraishi the numbers on it, Shiraishi was surprised that his meager savings had disappeared again during the test - this is still a fee. Serve.

Since then, Shiraishi has been on the lookout for hidden spots while urging his employees to develop smoke bombs.

In addition to being stared at, it cannot disappear directly when being photographed by "a surveillance probe that someone is looking at" or "a surveillance probe that will save the picture for a certain period of time".

... It is a world with a lot of souls floating in it, yet it pays so much attention to maintaining the "science" on the surface.

And now, in the **** exhibition hall where Shiraishi is now, there is a camera.

So he planned to enter the short passage connecting the exhibition hall and the long corridor, and then leave in a low-key manner.

"Thank you." When he was about to step into the corner of the aisle, Mr. Zhenzhong suddenly said:

"Also, I may be a little rude to ask, but... Who are you?"

When he asked this question, Shiraishi answered in a conditioned reflex: "You're welcome, I'm a red-collar..."

Speaking of this, he looked down at himself with hindsight.

- He was all black from head to toe, and even hanging from the front of his neck was a pure black tie.

"..." He was silent for a moment, then changed the word to a more appropriate image, "I am a black tie."

…

Turning the corner, just as he was about to lift the mask, there was suddenly a "crunch" sound of rubber and marble rubbing against the marble in front.

Shiraishi looked at Conan, and tutted regretfully in his heart, thinking that it was only a few seconds away... Just now he should have tied it up a bit more tightly.

Conan habitually raised his anesthesia table again.

He originally wanted to ask where Shiraishi hid the wound, but before he opened his mouth, he felt that he should not be so arbitrary and should first ask what happened to the blood on the knife.

Who knew that before he could say a word, the man opposite suddenly showed a sneer, and then he grabbed the corner of the decorative curtain on the wall next to him, raised his hand, and blocked Conan's vision.

Shiraishi is extremely skilled at this movement - when he was a child, he often used the curtains at home as a cape, and kept trying to find the perfect swing.

After breaking a few curtains and taking a few beatings, he was finally able to throw the curtain in a perfect arc, let it circle around him, and then expose the person to create a shining appearance.

I didn't expect it to come in handy now... It really is a lot of skills.

The moment his entire body was covered by the curtain, Shiraishi released his mask mode and returned to his body.

—The same result could be achieved by hiding behind the curtains, but that would be too cheap.

When you can be handsome, of course you have to be handsome...

Shiraishi's sudden move to raise the curtain made Conan nervous in the aisle.

He immediately grabbed a steel vase and put it under his feet, turned on the switch of the shoes, and was ready to deal with it at any time.

However, under his unblinking gaze, the curtain quickly unfolded from the cone shape, and after shaking it twice, it was flat against the wall again, so flat that it was impossible for anyone to hide in it.

...disappeared again?

Conan vigilantly walked over and touched it. The bottom of his hand was flat and hard, and it was indeed a wall.

He opened the curtain again, looked at the slightly yellowed wall behind, and groped to try to find the secret passage.

…

When Conan was busy, in the pavilion separated by a wall.

"...Black tie?"

Boss Zhenzhong repeated it subconsciously, and was surprised by the strange and tongue-in-cheek name.

He was afraid that he had heard it wrong and wanted to confirm it again, but the figure had long since disappeared.

There was a voice next to him: "Idiot, how could someone call him a black tie (クロネクタイ), it's a black cat (クロネコ)."

"..." Although the pronunciation is indeed similar, the black cat seems to be too earthy...

Boss Zhenzhong looked at the old man next to him, and suddenly remembered something, he whispered forcefully: "I seem to remember... Are you a little deaf?"

"What did you say?" Curator Ochiai wasn't angry, just a question.

After asking, he slapped Zhenzhong on the uninjured shoulder: "Speak louder, man, where did the momentum go when you negotiated with me a while ago?"

What the boss of Zhenzhong brushed was a stand at attention: "I just said - you are right!"

When he regarded Curator Ochiai as a ruthless father before, he did dare to target this old man everywhere.

But now that he knew the truth... He felt guilty again when he saw Director Ochiai, just like when he was young.

Boss Manaka's volume this time made Curator Ochiai nodded in satisfaction.

The old man stroked his beard with a nostalgic look on his face:

"When I was in junior high school, a manga created by a senior at the school began to be serialized in the Asahi newspaper. Influenced by him, we began to draw in our spare time, imagining that we would like him to publish our efforts in famous newspapers and magazines, and be more Seen by many people, recognized by more people.

"At that time, a hero named 'Black Cat' appeared in many people's stories - because there was a black stray cat in our school.

"Haha, although it is a stray cat, it has always been mysterious and very particular. When feeding it, the food must be placed in a clean place. If it is thrown on the ground at will, it will not smell it.

"And every time we lose something and make a wish to find it, the wish comes true.

"Unfortunately, when I went back to look for it when I grew up, I learned that this mysterious creature in the school has disappeared for many years."

Speaking of this, Curator Ochiai's eyes fell back to the large oil painting in front of him:

"I feed it a lot, but I never make a wish to it. This time, maybe it's because it remembered my meals that stopped me from being ridiculous before I made a big mistake. action."

"..." Boss Zhenzhong thought about it for a while, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't connect a living person that big just now with a cat.

It is said that the elderly are like children, and the imagination of Curator Ochiai is really rich like that of children... However, at such an old age, if he wants to think so, let him think.

After all, even a soul can exist, so why can't cats become humans?

... eh wait.

The name I heard just now, is it a black tie or a black cat?

While the boss of Zhenzhong was frowning and thinking about this problem, a child's voice suddenly came from the door:

"Uncle, grandpa, who is the person who just went out from here?"

Zhenzhong He Luo contracted for a moment, turned his head to look at the door, and saw a little boy with glasses sticking his head out, looking at them innocently.

Facing the child, Curator Ochiai's expression and attitude were much kinder.

And now, he is very grateful to Shiraishi, and feels that since the other party has declared his name generously, he should not mind being known by the world.

I heard that many gods rely on faith to gain strength, so I can help him spread the word: "His name is Black Cat, yes..."

The boss of Zhenzhong was afraid that he would say "it's a righteous cat that turned into a human being", which would make the mysterious man unhappy, and hurriedly added the second half of the sentence: "It's a great Onmyoji!"

Onmyoji? Conan became more and more stunned.

He also thought that if he had to divide a profession, the man in black should be a magician - the kind who specializes in escaping and changing the living.