Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

With trembling lips, he turned his head and looked to his side, but the place was empty, and there was no Minako Mochizuki's body.

Shimoda Kohei was taken aback, thinking with a tinge of gratitude, maybe it was just his eyesight.

Looking at the window again, the image of the girl was gone.

But immediately after, a few lines of blood words slowly emerged on it, dripping down:

"Kill you in three days

All the ashes will be thrown into the snow for you."

At the bottom, there is a bloody and weird smiling face, as if a person with a bloody face is lying on the window.

Shimoda Kohei choked in his throat, rolled his eyes, and fell headlong.

Two minutes later, a black cat came out from the corner of the room, looked around him, and found that Shimoda Kohei was still alive, and the revenge license had not been consumed.

…Combined with what Shimoda Kohei said when he blew himself up just now, he should have found the wrong person.

Thinking of the keyword "three days" on the window just now, Shiraishi decided to wait and see.

……

In the old villa, some ventilation fans were installed, and Shiraishi slipped into the corridor through the narrow ventilation hole.

During the period, it ran into Akiko Yonehara who was about to kill someone, acted cute, and led her to an empty room.

She was led by the cat once before, and picked up someone for nothing. This time, Akiko Yonehara also wanted to see what the cat had planned.

She saw the cat enter a room, raised its paw and patted the bed twice, so she walked over to check in doubt.

Without even looking twice, his ankle suddenly felt cold, and he was knocked down by the anesthesia needle.

Shiraishi knocked on the door, changed back to human form, and gave Akiko Yonehara a shot of Hongye brand anesthetic, which was enough for her to sleep until the next day, and then released the form, returned to the main body, and prepared to rest.

……

Conan couldn't sleep at all, he always felt that there were other events going on.

But it lasted until dawn the next day, and the villa was always very peaceful.

In the morning, Shiraishi secretly went to give Akiko Yonehara another injection, intending to send her down the mountain directly, so as to prevent her from killing another person when she was free.

The snowstorm had subsided in the early morning, and the police quickly brought people to the scene.

They sent a car to take Akiko Yonehara, who was "in a coma for unknown reasons," down the mountain, and then began investigating the murder.

Not long after, a car stopped at the gate of the villa.

Suzuki Ayako sat in the driver's seat, and in the back row were Professor Hirota and another student who were rubbing against the car.

They saw a group of police officers gathered around the campsite, and looked in suspiciously.

Shiraishi walked to the side of the car, and after a brief explanation, Suzuki Ayako sighed regretfully: "It seems that we won't be able to move in until the results of the investigation come out."

Professor Hirota in the back row twirled his beard and thought for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "I have a friend who is also sleeping nearby, so why don't we stay overnight."

Suzuki Ayako snorted: "You mean Mr. Itabashi you met on the road just now?"

——On the way here, they met Professor Hirota's acquaintance Masaru Banqiao, who was an old friend of Professor Hirota's high school days.

Professor Banqiao is now the tutor of the sculpture major, and has also led several students.

"It's him." Professor Hirota nodded with a smile on his face, "Didn't he complain to us just now, saying that there were too few people here? It's just right, let's go over and give him some popularity."

"Then can you bring us with you?" Suzuki Sonoko came over at some point, blinked at her sister, then at Professor Hirota, and said obediently, "Our vacation is still several days away, and me and Xiaolan can squeeze into a room and let the little ghost sleep on the floor, it won't take up space!"

"Haha, of course, we don't have many people coming to our laboratory, so there must be enough rooms." Professor Hirota nodded, "Moreover, more people coming, and more heat, so we can save a lot of heating if we gather together in the hall. "

"..." After listening to Baishi, he felt a little sympathetic, just how tight the laboratory's funds are.

That's how things settled.

A few people returned to the villa where the murder just happened, registered their contact information with the police, then packed their luggage and prepared to go to other people's villas.

When going out, Shiraishi saw Shimoda Kohei standing by the car window, bending over and talking to Professor Hirota in a low voice.

After approaching, Shiraishi heard Professor Hirota's voice: "Yes, I have an impression of you. Haha, how nice and lively you are."

"..." Shimoda Kohei is going too?

Is this the start of some wonderful hidden plot...

…………

The funding of the Academy of Fine Arts next door seems to be much more abundant than that of Professor Hirota's family.

The villa rented by Mr. Banqiao is not only large in size, but also has a good view. There is a cliff in front of the villa. Under the cliff is a shallow pool of hot spring. Although it is under renovation this season, it is impossible to go in and play, but the view from a distance is also very beautiful.

Such a big villa, before the group of them came to seek refuge, there were only three people living there—a professor, plus two students, a man and a woman.

The two students actually knew Shimoda Gengping, and when they saw him get off the car, they came over to say hello.

——Shimoda Kohei is an art teacher at Didan Primary School. He and the other two were college classmates. Later, Shimoda Kohei was not interested in further studies. After graduation, he went to teach in elementary school. A partner was admitted to Banqiaosheng's laboratory.

Baishi looked at the three people chatting together, and then took a special look at the task bar.

There is no new task popping up on it, it is still the previous one.