Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

The Q version assistant shook her head twice and continued to look at him from the corner of the wall. Judging from the disapproval look, she seemed to be very dissatisfied with the matching effect of this outfit.

"Can you blame me?" Bai Shi sensed her dislike, and felt that the pot shouldn't just fall on his back, he had to drag someone to carry it together:

"Look at you, there are sets of clothes, and there are so many that I can't change them every day. When I arrive, I only have this one set of clothes, which I can't take off or change. If I appear in public, I will be treated as a suspicious person... You have a bad conscience. Does it hurt!"

"..." The Q version assistant looked back at the screen, gradually showing a ashamed expression, and retracted from the corner.

Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief, no acquaintance was watching, so the pressure of changing clothes was much less.

It's just that before the sigh of relief was over, the corner of his eyes flickered, and the Q version assistant came out again.

This time, she had one more thing in her hand.

Shiraishi had some surprises at first—could it be that after complaining, a new skin came out right away?

However, after taking a closer look, I found that the Q version of the villain was actually holding a skirt, or that kind of sweet Lolita style. The skirt was folded with layers of fluffy tulle, and the edges were embedded with lace. Embellished with some sparkling gems.

The Q version assistant held the skirt, looked and looked, and touched two, as if very reluctant.

However, after looking up at Bai Shi's clothes for a while, she reached out her hand tremblingly and handed the skirt out. The bun's face was still expressionless, but there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.

"…"

The corners of Bai Shi's eyes jumped twice, he picked up the baseball cap and buckled it on top of his head, straightening the brim, "Keep it for yourself, I suddenly feel that I am very young, very beautiful, and very handsome."

When the Q version assistant stayed for a while, suspicious that Q Sheng looked down at the small skirt in her hand, Shiraishi summoned the fox, gave a few words, then put it in the pocket of his hoodie, and turned off the light screen , walked out in small steps.

The pockets of the hoodie are also quite large, the kind that open on the belly, and the two hands can be inserted from each side.

Originally, Shiraishi bought the gloves to cover up, but now they can be used to cover up the fox's whereabouts.

Shiraishi tried his best to be as natural as possible, and walked unhurriedly to the seat where gin and vodka had been sitting. There were no new passengers here.

He sat on the outermost chair, and the fox sensible used his cover to slip onto the chair, put his nose up to smell it, and then jumped to the ground, tiptoeing to show Shiraishi the way.

There are really not many passengers today, and most of them are doing their own thing again, and they have not noticed any abnormality on the ground.

Occasionally, a few people came over, but only showed a surprised expression, and no one wanted to report to the flight attendant for the time being.

Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief, and when he walked again, his pace was much calmer.

…

On the other side, Conan, who slipped away early, did not go well with the police operation.

The flight attendant didn't take what he said seriously at all, thinking that this was another child who had watched too many police and gangster movies.

So Conan also made the same decision as Shiraishi, trying to find the bomb by himself first.

Of course he couldn't have suddenly pulled out a fox, so Conan began desperately recalling every word vodka and gin had said, trying to figure out the characteristics of who they were dealing with.

Conan's short-term memory seems to be no worse than a tape recorder.

After replaying the conversation between the two in his mind, he grabbed the "overlook" that Jin Jiu had said, and guessed that the transaction object was on the second floor.

And since the dining car is not non-smoking, he infers from the vodka's sentence "I can finally smoke", and speculates that the transaction partner hates the smell of smoke, and thinks that the person is most likely to sit in the non-smoking compartment.

Second floor, plus non-smoking.

Only one of the 18 carriages in the whole car is eligible for such a carriage.

Conan hurried into the target compartment. This is already a VIP seat, and there are fewer people than the following.

He looked over and found that only four people were carrying black briefcases.

- An old man with kind eyes and good eyes, an ordinary social animal, a well-dressed woman, and a majestic man with a gold chain and a gold watch, sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyebrows almost catching up with the thick beard.

After scanning around these people, Conan's eyes were fixed on the last person.

He looks too suspicious, his body and aura are the same as vodka. If it is said that they are all the way, Conan is very convinced...

The only problem is that Uncle Jinchain put his briefcase too high - on the luggage rack above his head.

This is not in line with the information that "the counterparty thinks the box is fragile", but it should not be taken lightly, maybe this is a very careless person.

After some thought, Conan decided to start with the most suspicious guy. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

He patted his face to make his expression look more like a child, and then trotted over, looking at the luggage rack above, and said, "Uncle, my paper plane flew there, can I pick it up?"

The man put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at him with a displeased expression, as if he wanted to refuse.

But he obviously underestimated the kid's mobility.

- At the same time as he opened his mouth to ask, Conan quickly passed him and walked to the inside. Then he climbed onto the back of the thick chair and muttered, "Hey, where did it fall?" He touched the luggage rack and began to sneak out of the box.

But the lock of this briefcase was made of metal, and Conan confiscated it, making a crisp "click" sound.

The golden chain man's expression changed, and he raised his head from behind the newspaper.

Seeing Conan fiddling with his luggage, he shouted in a panic, "Don't touch it!" At the same time, he grabbed Conan's arm and pulled the child off the back of the chair.

Conan's hand was still firmly grasping the briefcase, and when he suddenly pulled it, the bag rolled over the heads of the two of them and fell straight to the ground.

The expressions of the two of them changed drastically. Thinking of Jinjiu's malicious sentence "It will explode if it is shaken violently", Conan's pupils shrunk to a point in fright.

He slammed the man away and rushed over to try to intercept it, but his speed couldn't keep up with the free-falling briefcase, and he could only watch it smash to the ground...

Then it was firmly held in the hand of a person.

Conan couldn't hold back his momentum and fell to the ground.

He rubbed his knee that hurt from the fall, raised his head with a rejoicing that he had survived the catastrophe, and over the top of the briefcase, he saw a huge brim, and a very familiar mask hidden in the shadow of the brim.