Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

Shiraishi turned his head and glanced at the cafe, and through the glass door, he could see Butterfly Shinobu walking back behind the counter empty-handed.

He was still not at ease, and was about to carry the fire extinguisher to the town house.

As soon as he reached the door, Conan suddenly shouted: "Black cat!"

"?" Shiraishi withdrew the hand that pushed the door and looked down at his feet.

There was only a floor tile under his feet, and there were no wild cats with unknown origins trying to sneak into the restaurant—with the creature's sensitive sense of smell, Shiraishi was worried that the corpses would be smoked on the spot as soon as they entered the store.

There was nothing on the ground, so he looked at the branches and signs next to him, but let alone cats, he didn't see a single cat hair.

"Where?" Shiraishi turned his head with nothing and asked Conan who reminded him of the cat.

As a result, he saw the child staring at him like an X-ray machine, rubbing his chin, not knowing what he was looking at.

After a few seconds, he walked away thoughtfully.

"..." Shiraishi, "?"

He walked back to the store inexplicably, picked up the fire extinguisher as planned, and walked around behind the counter.

Butterfly endured and smiled at him: "There are really no cats around. When the child called 'black cat', he was watching you and shouting."

"...Look at me shouting? He won't take me as a wanted criminal codenamed 'Black Cat', right?"

Shiraishi tried hard to recall the original book, but no matter how he thought about it, he didn't remember a character named "Black Cat" in it.

After a while, Shiraishi had to give up relying on spoilers and start thinking:

"The person he has seen recently who can be related to 'Black' is when I appeared with 'Masque'. But I'm not called Black Cat, I'm obviously called Black Collar... ah."

He stopped suddenly.

"Black cat, black tie..."

Bai Shi whispered these two words, and gradually realized something: "Is my waistcoat wrapped so loosely?"

"The distance between the second floor and the coffee shop is no more than five meters, which is within the range I can move." Butterfly endured the question. She looked at Shiraishi with an inexplicable face, and said with a bit of seduction:

"It is said that people will lose their memory after experiencing too much [beep-]."

"..." What the **** did you say that is inappropriate for children, and it was blocked!

Having said that, Shiraishi was really moved by the word "amnesia", which was indeed a very labor-saving solution.

But... "The system will allow you to attack people in this world?"

Butterfly forbearance tugged the loose strands of hair behind his ears, and replied with a smile, "Of course this is not in compliance with the rules, so you need to pay a little fine."

She raised two slender fingers, and the fingertips approached slowly, giving Shiraishi a "a little bit" gesture.

Shiraishi asked coldly, "How much is a little bit?"

Butterfly forbearance.

After a while, she put down her hand, and the volume became lower than the flapping of a mosquito's wings: "Five million."

"…"

Silence lasted a full minute.

At the 61st second, Shiraishi sighed heavily:

"What gave you the illusion that I could give out five million? And what good would it do for you if I was poor? Do you want the pot?"

Butterfly Nin covered his lips with a mask and smiled:

"You don't have to pay it all at once, and the fine will be paid in advance from your future salary. As for me... It's boring to stay here every day. I feel very happy when I think of being able to play with that kid."

He looks so cute, is he the type who wants to play tricks when he's bored... Speaking of which, Shiraishi suddenly noticed a problem.

He stunned Conan with that magical little ammo yesterday, and then threw it into the tool room and tied it up for more than ten minutes.

"You don't really intend to fool him, do you."

"I don't know about that. After all, I haven't tried how much damage it takes to play people to amnesia."

Butterfly couldn't figure out where to find a small needle with a hook. The tip of the needle was pitch black, and occasionally a colorful light flashed on it.

"...Because you can't go out, you're holding yourself crazy at home?" Shiraishi guessed.

"Perhaps." Butterfly Ren sighed softly, and suddenly said in a meaningful way, "You are the one who summoned me, and you can make any restrictions on me, of course, including 'don't hurt innocents'. "

"Also, as an employee who has signed a contract with the 'Good Person System', you also have rules that you must follow. If you violate the rules excessively, you will be terminated."

Butterfly Ren narrowed his eyes, smiled at Baishi again, and said meaningfully: "Don't be polluted by power.

The shop was silent for a while.

After a while, Butterfly Shinobi saw Shiraishi turn his head without saying a word and go home.

...Is this the first time I saw the manager's serious expression, which frightened people?

Butterfly turned around with a smile, ready to hide the battered pot in the pool.

Before touching the pot handle, the door creaked open again.

Butterfly turned his head in doubt, and saw Baishi walking out with a thick copy of "Criminal Law", a notepad, and a pen:

"Why didn't you say such an important thing earlier? Come on, it's just that you're fine these days. I'll tailor a 'cafe clerk's code' for you."

As the pile of things fell on the table with a duang, Butterfly Nin's smile froze.

Seeing that Shiraishi pulled over a bench, and she had finished writing the beginning, she said helplessly:

"...I'm joking, I'm just using my own analogy to remind you not to do some illegal things for your own selfish desires in reality, such as murder and silence."

Baishi's men stopped for a moment, looked up at her with empty eyes: "Is that so?"

"Yeah!" Butterfly forbearance chicken nodded as if pecking at rice, "So these rules..."

"Is it true that I can do anything to limit you."

"..." Butterfly Ren slowly and slightly nodded.

"Very good, then continue." Shiraishi was very relieved, he did not open the criminal law, but wrote some other things first.

- It is long overdue to legislate to limit her excessive persecution of the pot.

…

By the time the 32-open notebook was filled, Butterfly Ninja's face was already darker than the sky outside.

Shiraishi looked at her and admired her, so he could still laugh.

The rules are completed and take effect immediately.

Butterfly took a deep breath and began to dispose of the sink that she had been reluctant to touch. There were too many residues of failed products.

In a good mood, Shiraishi put the notebook back in his room and found a place to put it away. Then he lay down on the bed, called out the light screen, and opened the announcement that he hadn't opened for a long time in the upper left corner.

Coming to this world where the painting style is a bit mystical, and after getting a series of props~www.wuxiaspot.com~ his ideas are indeed much bolder than before.

The employee code was written in the announcement, which Shiraishi had read before.

It's just that at that time, he felt that these contents were things he could easily abide by and had been doing all the time, so he didn't really remember them in his mind.

Now that the three views have been refreshed, it is possible to review them again.

After just reading a few lines, the dense pile of small characters made him sleepier and sleepier. Baishi finally struggled to tug at the pillow twice and slowly fell asleep.

Ten minutes later, the Q version assistant pulled the cotton slippers in the shape of a rabbit and swayed out from the corner of the screen.

Like someone who woke up in the middle of the night and found that the lights in the living room were not turned off, she rubbed her eyes, looked around the screen blankly, and finally settled on the bulletin board.

She walked over to take a look with her hands behind her back, she nodded seriously, and understood what Shiraishi was thinking.

Then she walked to the right side of the dialog box, dragged the scroll bar like a flag hoisting, and turned the page to the last page.

The Q-version assistant touched the pocket of her pajamas and took out a pen. She approached the lower right corner of the bulletin board, traced a flashing police light with a few strokes, and wrote a few small words next to it: Trigger reminder.

Under her gaze, the slightly crooked police light was quickly corrected and colored, and the handwritten font beside it also became printed.

The violation warning function was added successfully.

The Q version assistant retracted his gaze with satisfaction, stood up, wrapped his furry pajamas again, and walked back off the screen. Before the figure disappeared completely, she pressed twice at the corner of the screen, and the light screen went out.

Without the light source, Shiraishi still didn't sleep well.

In the dream, the two Daxue Daquan books that were higher than him grinned and chased him halfway across Tokyo.