Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

But when he was asked to take a ID photo before, his face was obviously clean.

The scars also look like old scars, not recent ones.Thinking of this, and thinking about a certain cross-dresser in the organization, Toru Amuro suddenly realized—is this a disguise prop?

After figuring this out, Toru Amuro wanted to look away and continue to talk directly into the eyes of the interlocutor as usual.

But for some reason, he couldn't control himself at all, and before he could look at each other for a few seconds, his gaze automatically turned towards the scar.

This scar is indeed very conspicuous, but it shouldn't be stared at all the time... Could it be that I've been too tired recently and have trouble concentrating?

Toru Amuro raised his hand and pressed his temples to relieve his fatigue, and asked casually, "Why did you straighten your hair? Also, where did you get this clothes?"

"It's convenient to disguise." Baishi picked up a piece of advertising paper casually, wanting to give himself a fan, but held back for the sake of image, "The clothes were put here before, didn't you notice?"

Amuro Toru really didn't pay attention.

He silently reflected on his lack of attention to observation, and then looked at his watch: "It's almost time, let's go."

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Chapter 180 It's Not Robbery, It's Negotiation

In the wilderness, the stretch of woods is cut horizontally by the canyon, and a villa stands opposite the canyon.

Although he knew it wasn't the same one, Shiraishi immediately thought of the villa of Suzuki Ayako's family that he had been to before. A one-off suspension bridge with a deep canyon underneath.

The car will definitely not be able to drive through.

Amuro parked the car in a hidden place.When crossing the bridge, both of them looked down at the wooden boards under their feet.

Toru Amuro pressed on the waist-high rope armrest, sniffed at the tip of his nose, and then touched his fingertips to experience the tactile sensation: "Did you smell it?"

The bridge was oiled.

Although the smell is not very obvious in winter, it can still be detected by the members of the two organizations that seem to specialize in murder and arson.

Baishi nodded, thinking that this was a routine operation—in this world, isn’t the suspension bridge just for breaking.

Standing on the bridge, Toru Amuro looked at the mountain wall behind the villa, and felt that it was not too difficult to turn over, so he didn't bother.

When the two arrived in front of the villa, Shiraishi told Amuro Towa to wait at the back, and he himself stepped forward to knock on the door.

The owner quickly opened the door, and Shiraishi entered the hall.

"The Vanishing Pani" did not lie. Although the two people in the hall were shocked by the sunglasses and scars on Baishi's face, they did not doubt his identity.

The older man's name is Yoshinori Araka, and the forum id is "a ventriloquist of few words", and the young man next to him is Kiyohiro Sukama, who he hired to manage the villa, and he is not a member of the forum.

After chatting for a few words, Baishi quickly learned that several people had arrived and were packing their luggage upstairs.

Shiraishi went up to the second floor after asking about the room of Doi Tucker, code-named "Red Herring".

At present, his own vest cannot appear at the same time, and cannot be borrowed.

But fortunately, there is another trumpet madman in this villa——Red Herring.

Red Herring calls itself Doi Tucker Tree, and "Doi Tucker Tree" is actually the alias of "Phantom Thief Kidd" separated and reassembled.

If you need a vest, you should find a professional to ask for it. This is common sense.

Grab it if you can't reach it.

Thinking of this, Shiraishi took out the gun, and pushed the sunglasses like Conan, and there was a flash of reflection in the sunglasses.

... No wonder the protagonist likes to push the glasses so much. As long as you find the right light source and push the angle, this action is really impressive. You can practice more in the future.

……

Kidd is indeed a member of the forum, and he knows that under the vest of "Ikasama Boy" should be the late magician Harui Fuden.

He came here today, firstly because he was curious about why the account of "Yikasama boy" is still being used, and secondly, to enjoy the party and communicate with his colleagues.

When he first arrived at the villa, Kidd happened to meet Takahisa Tanaka, who called himself "Ikasama Boy".

He is very good at disguise, and his observation of people's figure and face is naturally extremely detailed.

Kidd quickly discovered the resemblance between Tanaka Takahisa and Harui Fuden in appearance, and guessed that they were related by blood.Combined with his age, he thinks that Takahisa Tanaka is likely to be the granddaughter or granddaughter of Harui Kazeden who married and changed her surname.

This guess made him less wary.

——When the descendants were packing up the relics, they found the forums that the elders liked to visit, and then began to hang out in the forums. This kind of thing is actually not uncommon.

Not only on the Internet, but also in the real world, some people will inherit the name of their grandfather or grandmother to express their longing.So Kidd thought that the situation might not be as bad as he thought, but it would be very warm.

Therefore, after arriving at the room on the second floor, Kidd packed his luggage, stretched comfortably, and prepared to go downstairs to enjoy today's dinner.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, a gun was inserted into the crack of the door without warning, and the cold muzzle of the gun was precisely pressed against his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, the man with the gun pushed him into the room, and the man himself followed in, and closed the door behind his back, even locking it.

"??" While Kidd was frightened, he didn't understand what happened at all—how could such a guy dressed like a villain in the Black Empire suddenly appear at a party in an island country villa?

But looking at the other party's sunglasses, the scars on his face, and the most important gun...you know that the comer is not good.

...No, wait.

The more I look at it, the more I feel like I've seen this face before?

The clothes and figure are also familiar...