Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

As soon as he sat down, a police officer from the forensics department ran in.

"The police department, we found a small amount of potassium cyanide on the body bag, which may have come from the corpse."

He also brought a schematic diagram, trying to restore the situation when the body was still there: "From the position, the place where the potassium cyanide was stained may be the deceased's left upper arm, right hand...or right thigh."

Left upper arm, and right hand...

Thinking of a certain movement of Kimura Tatsuya when dancing, Conan had a preliminary guess about the method of poisoning.

Combined with what Shiraishi said before, it was Mari Terahara who ordered "The Goddess Stained Red by Blood", and he even guessed the suspect.

It's just that I don't know the motive yet...

Conan walked out of the door in thought, probably going back to the previous room, where all the studio items brought back by the police officer were still there.

Seven or eight minutes later, Baishi saw Conan pinching a photo, and rushed back with a face full of enlightenment.

Judging by his expression, he might be able to solve the case?

Shiraishi tentatively closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Sure enough, he saw Conan rushing in, looking around, and walked straight to the back of his seat. After a slight mechanical sound, Conan cleared his throat.

The movement of clearing his throat was exactly the same as Shiraishi's voice.

... Hearing his own voice, it feels really subtle.

Shiraishi got goosebumps, didn't intend to continue listening, and quickly activated the mask.

The blurred mask left the police station and exited through the wall through the shortest path.

Five seconds later, there was a rattle in the bushes on the side of the police station, and a black cat pushed aside the blades of grass, and looked around.

After looking at the surrounding scene and identifying the direction, Shiraishi ran to a corner, dug out the poke ball buried inside, and rolled it to a more hidden place.

Although it doesn't take long to tell the truth, Conan always likes to tell reasoning like a story. With this in mind, Shiraishi endured his temper and waited for nearly 5 minutes.

After releasing Tatsuya Kimura from the ball, Shiraishi changed back into his masked appearance, took the spray from the Q version assistant to remove the fake death, and sprayed the idol's face several times.

Kimura Tatsuya dazedly wiped his face, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was taken aback by the masked man in black who occupied most of his field of vision.

He sat up in a jerk, and before he had time to ask a question, the suspicious person on the opposite side extended a hand to him very politely: "Hi, I'm your fan."

"...Oh, hello." Kimura Tatsuya had not realized what had happened in his mind, but he had habitually forced a smile on his face and started to open.

No matter how bad your temper is, you have to keep your temper under control when facing fans, and pretend to be kind - this is a conditioned reflex that most idols have rooted in their hearts.

So, even though he saw Shiraishi shaking hands with gloves on, he still didn't say anything, thinking it might be a personal hobby of this uniquely dressed fan.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to shake the opponent's hand, Kimura Tatsuya glanced inadvertently, and suddenly found that his hand was stained with a large amount of dark blood.

He was startled, and suddenly looked down, and saw a lot of blood splattered on the sweater on his body.

……what happened? ?

What happened before the consciousness disappeared began to slowly reappear in Kimura Tatsuya's mind like a mass of paste.

He only remembered that he suddenly felt very uncomfortable, coughed up some blood, and then lost consciousness.

...but why would he vomit blood?He had never eaten anything like Maoxuewang before. This must be a symptom of a very serious disease and injury!

Just as he was anxious, a voice suddenly sounded from the opposite side, comforting him gently and calmly: "Don't worry. I've already killed the person who is an eyesore for you."

Kimura Tatsuya raised his head in astonishment, just in time to see the man opposite him supporting the half-face mask and showing him a weird smile.

He obviously misunderstood what Kimura Tatsuya was worried about, and was explaining to himself with a bit of fanaticism:

"I can't allow her dirty blood and body parts to contaminate your clean eyes, so I put a little medicine in beer in advance to make you fall asleep early. The reason for vomiting blood is because it has a strong effect of dredging meridian points , this is not a bad medicine, you don’t have to be afraid.”

"?" Kimura Tatsuya almost suspected that he was dreaming, this kind of abnormality can only be encountered in dreams...

He secretly pinched himself and it hurt.

... really encountered a metamorphosis.

As a star, it makes sense to have a few perverted fanboys... But wait!

"...What is an eyesore, you killed it for me, you killed it?! Who did you kill??" A few seconds later, Kimura Tatsuya finally got the point right.

He subconsciously groped towards his waist, wanting to call his elder brother to call the police, but in vain.

"Who did you kill? Can't you guess?" The man in black sneered twice, and slowly drew a knife from the back of his waist.Viscous blood continued to flow down the blade, gathered at the tip of the blade, and finally fell into the soil on the ground.

Tatsuya Kimura was sweating coldly on his forehead faster than blood. In the oppressive and terrifying atmosphere, he saw the man in black cross the long and sharp kitchen knife and gradually lift it up.

——For a moment, Tatsuya Kimura thought he was going to lick the knife edge to taste the cold blood.

But in the end, the knife was fixed in front of his face for a while, and the man in black just raised a hand and slowly wiped away the blood.

The back of the silver knife was covered with a thin layer of blood. This mixed visual effect made people feel uncomfortable and collapsed. Tatsumi Kimura could hardly think. His eyes were fixed on the knife unconsciously, and he replied stiffly: "...guess not."

Looking at his appearance, Shiraishi felt that it was almost the same.

Now, Kimura Tatsuya will definitely believe that he is a lunatic who kills people, not some nonsense delusional patient... After all, this kitchen knife is really easy to use, and it is sure to scare ordinary people.

Gathering up some scattered thoughts, Baishi raised the knife to the side, and sighed pretendingly:

"The answer to the mystery is obviously very simple - it's your manager. That bastard woman who has too much self-esteem and always puts on airs. This kind of relationship has squeezed into your company's vase. How can I stand by your side?"

Saying that, Shiraishi stood up and walked to the corner, pointed to the front of the building, and maintained that calm and perverted tone: