Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

Shiraishi had no choice but to add some additional descriptions: "Green eyes, light blond hair, very beautiful, good figure... But she is very good at changing her appearance, so she probably won't come here with this appearance. If you see her, or give her with red leaves The instrument detects that someone is disguised, you just..."

Baishi originally wanted to say that he saw it, so he held it down and tied it up.

But after a pause of three or four seconds, the desire for peace and dislike of trouble temporarily prevailed:

"Just pay more attention. If she has any abnormalities, find a way to stop her calmly. If necessary, you can ask the little girl upstairs for help." Belmode was too gentle in front of Maolilan, La Maoli With Lan Dang as an alliance, her combat effectiveness has definitely dropped sharply.

"If all the methods are exhausted, she still makes up her mind to attack me..." Baishi's eyes brightened, "Catch her."

"...Okay." Butterfly scrutinized the boss he hadn't seen for a while, always feeling that he seemed to be looking forward to the last bad result more than the previous plans.

However, as a sensible and considerate employee who can read the air, looking at the row of brand-new pots on the boss's shelf, Butterfly Shinobu just wrote down all his requests with a smile, and didn't say anything else.

With Butterfly Ninja Town House, the safety factor is much higher.

It was getting late, and Shiraishi was getting ready to rest.

Before going to bed, when he checked whether the windows were closed properly, he saw a long line of half-hand-sized cockroaches walking down the stairs, probably because they were too big, and their eyes reflected light. With tears of resentment for my hometown.

Shiraishi abruptly saw goosebumps all over his body.

He ran to the door leading to the coffee shop again, opened the door, and glanced out.

Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Butterfly Ninja, an employee with his own bug repellent buff, was sitting very close to his home.

He sincerely invited: "You can go to my living room or study to rest at night. I added a new single bed to the study, and there are many bookshelves next to it."

"Thank you~" Butterfly Shinobi didn't need to sleep, she was tinkering with something dark in front of the stove, she looked in a good mood, "I'll go there after I do a few small experiments."

"..." Shiraishi looked at the unknown black smoke rising from the pot, and smelled the strange smell that made the range hood indigestible and was gradually spreading in the shop, and suddenly regretted the previous invitation.

But the words had already been spoken, and it was hard to take them back. He sighed silently, returned home, and lay back on the bed restlessly.

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Chapter 283 Ah, You Are Really Poor

the next morning.

Conan straightened his wrinkled clothes, sat on the bed in the health room, and listened to the teacher in the health room very haggardly.

This morning, he and Hui Yuan Ai gave the teacher a fright - when he opened the cabinet door and saw two children rolling out of it, the teacher almost thought that there was a murder and hiding a corpse.

Conan hesitated for a while, and finally hid in it pretending to be hide-and-seek.

——After waking up, seeing the situation of himself and Hui Yuanai clearly, he was even more sure that the person who came was the black cat.

This kind of style of hiding people in a narrow corner after they've overwhelmed others is so familiar that it makes him cry.

If the "murderer" is a black cat, it is useless to call the police. The police are unlikely to catch him, and he may be drawn into the black cat's vengeance list.

In addition to the black cat, there was another person who used anesthesia on him.Thinking of this, the word "bourbon" jumped out of Conan's mind.

But he felt that this time, Bourbon should not have done it.

At present, it has been confirmed that Bourbon is a member of that organization.

And the "victims" last night happened to be himself and Huiyuan Ai who had been reduced by APTX4869, and the other party's goal was very clear.

——If the organization really took action, they would not be able to wake up in the school locker, but would appear on the organization's experimental bed.

After identifying the perpetrator, Conan had more question marks in his heart.

What happened?

Why did you come here suddenly to numb them?

The teacher in the health care room was tired of teaching, and saw that Conan and Haibara Ai both bowed their heads and admitted their mistakes in a good manner, so they took a sip of tea and let them leave.

Conan pulled Hui Yuanai, who had a blank face and hadn't slowed down until now, away.

Originally wanted to find the phone and ask Baishi what happened.

But Hui Yuanai suddenly pulled him back, with a trace of panic in his voice: "It's a member of the organization."

"Ah?" Conan was puzzled, and after thinking of the color of the black cat's clothes, he suddenly realized.

However, what should be asked is still to be asked, maybe you can ask some information: "Did you see the person who anesthetized you? Have you seen him before?"

"...No." Hui Yuanai tried hard to recall the scene at that time:

"My ankle went numb, and then I lost consciousness. But before that, I felt the breath of the organization, the sight and oppressive feeling like catching prey... It can't be wrong!"

Conan nodded perfunctorily, but he thought in his heart that she definitely felt wrong.

If it's really that group of people, can you still express your aftermath after being targeted by members of the organization here?

This researcher who ate APTX4869 is definitely suffering from persecution paranoia.When I see dangerous people in black clothes, I feel like members of the organization.

She may indeed be sensitive to certain types of aura, such as the oppressiveness after being stared at by the black cat.

But no matter how you say it, it is impossible to tell the organization that a person belongs to with the accuracy of breath alone without seeing the person at all, that is too unscientific.

Conan comforted Hui Yuanai with sympathy, then took out his phone and tried to contact Shiraishi again.

But as soon as he took a step, three people rushed out of the corner—he was surrounded by three elementary school students with black eye circles.

The three brats seem to have stayed up all night, but they are still in good spirits: "We spent so much time looking for you last night, and you actually hid in the health room and slacked off! There is no sense of collective honor!"