Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

Chapter 118 There is a magical medicine in Sajia...

The cat form was inconvenient to hold things, so Shiraishi didn't change back, but slipped a top hat from the side, put it on top of his head, let the brim of the hat cover the mask on his face, and walked back to the room where Conan was.

Chicun's family already had a lot of people, but now a bunch of policemen came, making it even more chaotic.There were also people in suits in this group, as long as he wasn't seen from the front, Shiraishi didn't look too suspicious.

Walking to the corner, there was a sound of footsteps approaching from the front.

Shiraishi was startled, and immediately turned into the next washroom.

Through the crack of the door, he saw Mao Lilan hurried past, probably to pick up the doctor.

After the young martial arts expert passed by, Baishi was planning to continue on the road, but after thinking about it, before leaving the door, he turned around and opened the small window above the toilet.

Afterwards, he quickly ran to the target room, locked the door, and saw that Conan was covered with a quilt, lying on the bed half dead, panting like a bellows used by a farmer for cooking-the process of fighting against the law of conservation of matter does not seem to be easy.

Shiraishi originally thought that the person should have fainted, but when he walked to the bed, he found that not only was Conan not fainted, but he even recognized him.

The child struggled and turned his head: "The murderer is Chimura Gongjiang...she put the needle in front of us...cough cough cough"

"..." Are you high school detectives so dedicated to solving cases?

Shiraishi squatted beside the bed, and took out the needle tube in the blind spot of Conan's vision.

After all, he hasn't obtained his consent yet, so his actions should be regarded as stealing blood.So before making a move, Shiraishi pulled the pillow cover on one side and covered Conan's face.After staring at him in isolation, he immediately feels relieved.

Then he pulled off the needle cap, pressed the experimental material's hand, and hesitated for a while at the blue blood vessels on his wrist.

So far, all Shiraishi's practice with syringes is limited to pulling out the needle and using it as a water gun, and has never learned injection or blood drawing.

If you can suck the blood out with just a prick, that's great, but if you accidentally cut an artery or something, or smoke a tube of minced meat, it won't kill people, and then you will be deducted credit points...

After thinking for a moment, Baishi quickly had an idea.

He found a disinfectant wipe, wiped it on Conan's hand a few times, and then poked it with the needle.Blood beads slowly came out.

Although there may be impurities in this way, the red leaves should be able to handle it...

Shiraishi pressed Conan's hand and sucked most of the tube contentedly.

When he put the needle cap back on and put the small needle back into his pocket, Conan struggled feebly with his other hand, and finally grabbed the pillow cover off his face.

Although I don't know why the cold is so serious, but the current heart rate and body sensation have made Conan already conceived his last words. He said angrily: "If I die...don't tell Xiaolan my real identity, she will feel guilty... ..."

"You can't die for the time being." Baishi interrupted him calmly, and silently took out the cod liver oil capsules that he had just walked along.

Under Conan's puzzled and slightly shocked gaze, he sneered in a dignified way: "You should be able to use this medicine."

I heard that people with spiritual support are more likely to overcome difficulties. I am so loyal... Shiraishi gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, and then put the medicine in Conan's hands after nodding his head.

As expected of a warrior who just drank half a glass of wine with a stranger, Conan swallowed the medicine without much hesitation.

During this period, he felt that the mysterious medicine looked familiar, and he quickly thought of the cod liver oil capsules his mother bought... But the capsules are all similar in appearance, and Conan quickly convinced himself that he dropped the idea.

He originally thought it was some kind of special emergency medicine, but after he drank it unexpectedly, his already violent heartbeat intensified again, and the world spun before his eyes.

When I woke up again, my body felt a little strange.

Kudo Shinichi sat up, looked down at his suddenly enlarged hand, felt the heightened field of vision again, and was stunned.

He raised his head abruptly, and saw the man in black opened the closet with his back turned to him, picked out a few pieces that he thought he was an outsider, and threw them beside him.

Pretty careful... No, the point is not this!

Kudo Shinichi couldn't care less about his clothes now, he blurted out: "Who the hell are you? How could there be an antidote for that poison!?"

I'm just an ordinary passerby with a cod liver oil...

"This is not an antidote. Your current state can only last for 15 minutes." Baishi made up a time based on his impression.

Then he looked at the bedroom door and changed the subject: "The girl is coming back soon. If you want to welcome her just wrapped in a quilt, I'll open the door."

As soon as the voice fell, as if he was responding to his words, the doorknob was clicked.

However, because the door was locked from the inside, Mao Lilan could not come in.

Immediately there was a knock on the door, and Mao Lilan was anxious and worried: "Conan, open the door quickly, the doctor is here to treat you, don't be self-willed!"

Seeing the man in black walking towards the door unhurriedly, and remembering what he said just now to open the door, Kudo Shin was shocked. In his eyes, the black cat is not a person who knows how to joke.

"Wait!" He yelled in a flustered low voice, grabbed his clothes at a speed that almost brought out an afterimage, and put them on with a few brushes. He didn't look like a patient who had just undergone a transformation .

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In the study on the third floor, Hattori Heiji had already started reasoning.

He believed that after killing Chi Cun Xun, the murderer passed the fishing line tied with the key through Chi Cun Xun's trouser pocket, and then pulled the line through the crack of the door to the outside. In this way, after locking the door with the key, he pulled the fishing line , the key will return to the dead man's pocket.

As for the murderer, Hattori Heiji found a bundle of fishing lines with needles in the trash can of the Japanese room, so he believed that the murderer was Ikemura Isao's father who loved fishing and had been staying in the Japanese room just now.

Grandpa Chi Cun twirled his white beard, and was silent for a long while facing this identification, then sighed slowly: "Such a meticulous plan will be discovered by others, it seems that I am really old. That's right, killing A Xun people..."

"It's not you." Someone interrupted him at the door.

The room was originally very quiet, but now there was such a voice, everyone was startled, and they all looked at the door in unison.

Kudo Shinichi, who hadn't shown his face for a long time, was leaning against the threshold, his head was covered with sweat, and he didn't make a very shiny appearance.

Kudo Shinichi first pointed out the flaw in Hattori Heiji's reasoning - there was a hidden inner pocket in Ikemura's trousers. When the body was found, the key was in the inner pocket, and Ikemura was sitting when he died.If you use the method Hattori Heiji said, the key will be stuck halfway, and it is impossible to fall in.