Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

When the ambulance was about to carry Baishi into the car, he woke up clenched.

Before Conan noticed, Shiraishi bid farewell to Mori Kogoro and drove away.

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Chapter 169 Don't Make Me Check My Vest Anymore

The next morning, Shiraishi found the hospital where Nakamura Sada was.

Nakamura Sada had regained consciousness at this time, and her body became clean. She leaned weakly on the hospital bed, and finally looked like a beautiful writer.

She was a little surprised to see a stranger come to visit her.Shiraishi briefly introduced himself, and casually told her what happened yesterday, and finally handed over the jewelry watch.

Shiraishi didn't tell Nakamura Sada about the thieves group.

How should I put it, the previous generation of the Shiraishi family and the Nakamura family also knew each other, so it was always a bit embarrassing for him to tell Nakamura Zhen that her grandfather was the leader of a thieves group, and how they made their fortune in this way.

When she met Mumu Police Department at the entrance of the hospital just now, Shiraishi heard from him that the two robbers had already confided the truth as soon as they woke up, and the police should have told her about this.

Nakamura Sada listened carefully to Shiraishi's words, hugged the pillow and sighed.

Although she felt her grandfather's heart, in a sense, it was precisely because this watch attracted gangsters' covetousness that she was imprisoned for two or three days, her body was weak, and the manuscript could not be handed in on time...

After thanking Shiraishi, the haggard Nakamura Sada put the watch back in the box and put it aside.

Shiraishi secretly looked at the light screen, and was satisfied to find that Grandpa Nakamura did what he said—the task was completed.

He got up and said goodbye, ready to go home and stare at the fox to catch up with homework.

Entering the corridor, just as he closed the door, Baishi suddenly heard a surprised voice from beside him: "Mr. Baishi!"

Bai Shi was stunned, and when he looked up, he saw Mao Lilan standing at the door of the next ward, followed by a primary school student.

After greeting the two of them, Baishi asked suspiciously, "Are you here to visit?"

Maurilan nodded helplessly.

Pushing open the door, Kogoro Mori was lying on the hospital bed next to the door with a disheveled face.

The uncle had a plaster cast on his leg and sighed.Driving home last night, he was a little confused and accidentally drove his car onto the sidewalk and into a tree.

Baishi expressed his condolences with concern on the surface, but in his heart he always felt that it was not that simple.I'm afraid there will be another case...

When Mao Lilan took care of Mori Kogoro, Conan secretly tugged Shiraishi's sleeve.

Baishi had thought of such an incident last night, not in the hospital, but also in his shop.

It's not good to live next to the protagonist. Although you can pick up a lot of tasks, it will be regarded as an intelligence machine from time to time.

Fortunately, it's time to make it up. He already made it up last night. If you ask casually, if you exceed the question bank, he will lose.

The location of Shiraishi Station is relatively inward, so of course Conan went out first.

Taking advantage of his back to this side and no one else was looking at him, Baishi turned on the light screen and poked Hongye a private message.

Conan walked towards a corner with few people.

Baishi withdrew the light screen, looked down and saw him with his back facing him, his hands were itchy and wanted to take out an anesthetic needle and stick it.

Of course, he held back, and before Conan stopped, he seamlessly switched to the standard smile of a good man.

Conan turned around without realizing it, and mysteriously handed Shiraishi a piece of paper.

—He actually drew a portrait of the mask mask.The drawing skill is not very good, I didn't draw a tenth of the handsomeness of the real deity, but the basic meaning can be expressed: the self-made roll, the mask, especially the skull pattern on the mask.

Shiraishi stared blankly, the mask actually hides such details?He didn't pay much attention himself.

As he looked at the picture, Conan described all the behaviors of Mask Mask that he knew, and finally asked: "Do you have any news about this person?"

"This is the 'thief' who broke into the empty door yesterday. I heard Mr. Maori say it."

Bai Shi handed the portrait back to him, then shook his head under his expectant gaze: "I tried to check after I got home, but I don't have this person in my information database, and I don't have any impression of him."

Conan didn't believe it at first.

But after meeting Baishi's sincere eyes, he thought about it and felt that there was indeed such a possibility.

In the past, when the black cat stopped murders, it could get to the point without any damage, and it seemed to have obtained the strategy in a chic and neat manner.

But yesterday he was in such a mess, the good white fox was dyed like a rag, and he had to rely on cats to find him wound medicine... If all this is because of the deviation of Baishi's information, then in this situation, I can explain it.

Thinking of this, Conan had a new idea: "The black cat hasn't contacted you? Does he have any clues?"

Baishi sighed worriedly: "I sent a message yesterday, but he hasn't replied..."

Just as he said this, a notification sound suddenly sounded from his body.The two were startled at the same time.

"Sorry, forgot to mute."

Shiraishi took out his mobile phone and turned it to silent - this is of course not the special machine issued by the system for the black organization, but a new mobile phone he had picked out earlier.

The times are changing faster and faster, and it is really inconvenient to not have a mobile phone. Coupled with the recent surge in income, Shiraishi finally quit the "waiting party" and chose a mobile phone with rounded corners and a hard body that can be used as a shield when necessary .

He lowered his head and opened the message, read Hongye's free letter, and sighed again.

Although Conan refrained from speaking, the curiosity in his whole body was almost overflowing.

Baishi turned the screen frankly and gave him a look.