Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

Could it be that when the system made up the name randomly, it also gave him an identity by the way, so that he can get in touch with more cases?

Shiraishi sighed again.In the normal routine, an "Original Owner Memory Pack" should be sent at this time.

But this is impossible, because Baishi is very sure that what he is using now is his own body, or at least a copy of his own body, so there is no such thing as "the original owner's soul and memory"...

A bunch of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he said that he still had to deal with the current situation.

Baishi pinched his nose and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I caught a cold, accidentally overslept, and just woke up."

Unexpectedly, just as he finished speaking, the senior sister opposite suddenly raised her voice, "repeating" in surprise and worry:

"Appendicitis?! That's a bit serious... oh, it's good to have an operation. Well, today's seminar..."

She paused, temporarily left the receiver, and whispered a few words with the person next to her.

One can vaguely hear that the other person is a middle-aged and elderly man, and he speaks in a precise manner, like an old pedant.

Baishi's forehead twitched, shocked by her coquettish operation, the classmate on the other side of the phone, why are you so proficient? !

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Chapter 13 Knock on the door late at night

Shiraishi thought it was inappropriate, but when he thought about it carefully, "Miyano" must be more familiar with the professor than him. She changed "cold" into "appendicitis" without authorization, probably because the professor is more strict in approving leave.

... Sure enough, lying still needs to be left to professionals.

And the receiver is in her hands now, even if she wants to refute, the professor can't hear it.

Ten seconds later, the voice of "Miyano" came from the receiver again:

"The professor said that this time it will be forgotten. You should rest well and pay attention to your body. But next time this happens, you must find time to ask for leave."

"Ok."

After a few more pleasantries, the other party hung up the phone.

Baishi stared at the landline in silence for two seconds, returned to the room, and found the information bag containing the identity certificate from the bookcase.

In addition to the documents, there are actually various insurance documents and tax certificates in it, which is a thick pile of mess.

Shiraishi didn't look too carefully at the beginning.This time, after flipping through every page, Baishi finally took out a student ID card from the folder of an annuity payment slip:

"Nanyang University Graduate School of Psychology, major in Criminal Psychology, Ritsuki Shiraishi..."

Not only did he skip a grade and become a graduate student, but he also changed his major by the way.

Baishi sighed, and decided to attend a few classes first to see the situation.

He put his student ID in his wallet, and returned to the landline.

Next to the phone, there is a 32-carat hardcover address book.

There are many sticky notes on the page of the address book, arranged in the order of the fifty syllabary, Shiraishi pressed his finger against the middle of the book, bent the page, and then found the one starting with "み" from a pile of labels, opened it to check.

I don't know where "Shiraishi Ritsuki" got to know so many people. There are two or three pages of "み" alone. Looking around, there is a piece of Mitsui Mikawa Sanqiao Sanin...

In this bunch of three x, the only one "Miyano" is particularly conspicuous.

"Miyano Akemi..."

Putting the first and last names together, the name instantly became more familiar.

Shiraishi tried hard to think, and finally, thanks to a certain character relationship diagram forwarded by his cousin when he was archaeological, he remembered who this "Miyano" was.

Thinking about her deeds again... After two seconds of silence, Baishi tentatively opened the light screen.

Very good, there were no suffocating tasks such as "rescue the dead schoolgirl" and "single out against the dark organization". It seemed that this student was quite honest for the time being, and Baishi breathed a sigh of relief.

He put Miyano Akemi who suddenly appeared aside, thinking about what to do next.

He couldn't go to school for the time being, and Akemi Miyano just helped him lie with appendicitis. If he was bumped into by the professor after he went, it would be very embarrassing.

It's better to go around for a while, familiarize yourself with the environment, and see if you can trigger the mission by the way.

After shopping around for a day, the system was always quiet. Shiraishi returned home, put the newly bought bento into the microwave oven, opened the door, and glanced at the landline on the counter.

Knowing that he is not a completely independent "black household", but a human relationship gifted by the system, Baishi can no longer be as closed as he was when he first came here, and he must always pay attention to whether anyone is looking for him.

After just one glance, he found a small light spot flashing rhythmically in the lower right corner of the landline—a missed call.

Could it be the professor who personally called to express his condolences... Baishi walked over to check with a guilty conscience.

This landline is of an old style, so there is no way to make notes, and the missed calls on the screen are displayed as a series of numbers.

If you want to know who is calling, you have to call back, or you have to look in the phone book.

Just as Baishi was about to open his notebook, he suddenly heard another rhythmic ringing. This time it wasn't a phone call, but someone rang his doorbell.

...It's getting dark, who loves visiting so much.

Shiraishi walked across the house, walked to the back door, and looked out through the peephole.

A slender girl stood outside the door.

Baishi is new here, and the girls who have dealt with him can count on half a hand, and the one outside the door is obviously not Mao Lilan...

What happened during the day flashed through his mind one by one, Baishi suddenly had an idea.