Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

With a secret force, he pulled out his trouser legs, thinking that since he was fine, he would leave first.

But at this moment, there was a ding-dong sound of water drops in my ear.

Another task?Shiraishi stopped.

Just finished one, and received another one. Is it because he is afraid that he will not make money fast enough?Or is it that there are so many cases in this world that they can be accurately encountered in just two steps?

While the security guard was still confused and had no time to take care of his surroundings, Baishi quickly opened the task bar and glanced at it twice.

Now, there are three tasks hanging in it.

[Save the grieving father who lost his only son x1;

Save the naive and innocent bear x1] [Completed]

[Release the hidden dangers of "haunted house"]

[Save the confused people who jump back and forth between art and money x2]

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After reading the last new task several times, Baishi felt that he should save himself who was confused first.

This description is too strange, who said it.

Glancing again at the distraught security guard, feeling that he has neither art nor money, Bai Shi poked open the last task and looked at the details.

[Save the confused people who jump back and forth between art and money x2]

[Deadline countdown: 49:59:59]

[Mission location: 5-12, Luchuan District, Mihua Town, Medieval Art Exhibition Hall]

It was indeed the building in front of me.

Speaking of which, what did the security call just now?The knight armor moved by itself?

Art museum, moving knight armor...

When the two keywords were displayed at the same time, Baishi had a vague impression.

He looked carefully at the building in front of him again, but didn't go in.

This newly received task was due in more than two days. Compared with it, the "haunted house" with only one and a half days left was a higher priority.

Shiraishi decided to wait until the task of the haunted house was solved, and then look up the relevant information of this art museum, and make a long-term plan—in short, let’s forget about it today.

The little security guard finally got up from the ground.

His face was pale, but he looked at the hall stubbornly and responsibly, as if he wanted to embolden Shiraishi and go back to check the situation.

Bai Shi glanced at him, and said before he spoke, "Why don't you call the police first?"

The security guard hesitated a bit.

At this time, another voice suddenly sounded from behind the two, following what Baishi said just now:

"Call the police? Is it useful to call the police? The sales contract between me and the owner of the art gallery was specially checked by a lawyer. It is absolutely legal!"

The person who broke in suddenly apparently only heard the word "call the police".He didn't know that he had got the topic wrong, so he said triumphantly:

"I bought it, and it's mine! I never explicitly said that I would continue to open the art museum. That old fool of Ochiai made it up on his own!"

A few words were arrogant and greasy, Baishi turned his head, and saw a middle-aged man with a beer belly, hands behind his back, slowly swaying to the side of them.

Although the behavior and words were a bit out of date, the hair of the visitor was neatly groomed, and the clothes and shoes were also spotless.

Shiraishi looked at the shiny watch on his wrist, then at a luxury car behind him, and immediately realized that this seemed to be a local tyrant.

In this case, it has something to do with the "money" in the mission.

Then get in touch with the "art gallery", "moving knight armor"...

Shiraishi only felt a small light bulb blinking in his mind.

—He remembered what the case was.

Boss Zhenzhong next to him ignored the two little people. He quickly walked towards the hall with his hands behind his back and waddled like a penguin.

"Mr. Zhenzhong!" The little security guard obviously knew the visitor, and immediately ran over to block him, "We are closed today, and the curator also said that we will not accept guests."

Makoto stopped, and smiled sinisterly.He looked at the dimly lit building, but he didn't force his way in, and returned to the topic just now:

"Ochiai is still in the office. Hehe, you don't have to deny it. I know that the old man wants to sleep with his exhibits every day."

A room on the second floor was lit, Shinaka stared there, and raised the volume:

"Bring him a word—this exhibition hall, including those exhibits that he loves as a child, is now owned by me.

"If he is willing to give me that painting, I can keep a few rags he likes and let him open a mini exhibition hall in my new store. If he doesn't give it, I will destroy them all as garbage, and nothing will be lost. Don’t leave it to him, hahahahaha—”

After saying this, Boss Zhenzhong laughed loudly and walked back into the car. His laughter was loud and rhythmic. Shiraishi deeply felt that even if this person went bankrupt, he would not starve to death. He could apply for a voice actor...

The luxury car drove away all the way, the little security guard had an ugly face, and poohed over there.

I don't know if it was the anger in his heart that bolstered his courage, or the boss's words made him realize that there is still a curator in the exhibition hall, and he is not alone.

In short, the young man nodded towards Baishi, hugged the flashlight he had just picked up, turned around and walked back to the "haunted" exhibition hall.