Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

——She only said next week, but didn't say the specific date. It's better to bring it in advance to avoid missing it.

Originally, he was going to go through the back door, but before opening the door, Baishi suddenly remembered something.

So he opened the front door again and asked Butterfly Ninja behind the counter: "Are you still willing to make those small props before?"

"Okay." Butterfly Shinobu looked very interested.

She took a closer look at Baishi, and found that the store manager seemed to be looking forward to the props, so she made a small request by the way: "If you have herbs, or any new seasonings, you can also give them to me."

The power of herbal medicine sounds much greater than that of ordinary vegetables, Shiraishi nodded.

"By the way." Butterfly Shinobi thought of another thing, and stopped Baishi when he was about to close the door, "It's better to buy some more pots, I'm afraid there won't be enough in the store."

"..." Some pots... Shiraishi was taken aback by this quantifier. He looked at a long row of pots of various models that came with him in the store. Is this really not enough?

He nodded hesitantly: "I will buy two more, but we are not very rich now, so save some time when you use them."

Butterfly Shinobi may have remembered the matter of the candle fuel just now, pursed his lips and smiled: "Don't worry, I won't waste it on purpose."

Would that be unintentionally wasted?Shiraishi sighed, turned and went out.

Fortunately, he has no plans to open a shop for the time being, and he dare not eat the food made by Butterfly Ninja. After this calculation, the pot is really not a necessity, if it can be exchanged for props... maybe a few will be bad.

……

Baishi took a car to the school, found the cabinet on the left of the research room, opened it, and saw a row of thin envelopes neatly arranged, blinding the eyes of poor people.

Baishi stood in front of the cabinet and looked up at it for a while, took one out, took a quick look at it, and there were at least ten ten thousand yen banknotes inside.

Food, lodging, travel expenses, and a lot of subsidies... In this way, even if the event location is changed ten times, he can still accept it.

Taking the envelope, Shiraishi walked out of school and went shopping in pharmacies, supermarkets and other places.

In the evening, he finally finished his purchases, and got on the bus with big and small bags. He looked like an old grandfather carrying special products into the city to see his baby.

Shiraishi even thought about whether to bring a medicine mortar back, but Die Die Ren never asked for this, and she seemed to be able to bring some small tools with her.

It went fine when I got in the car.

But when he got out of the car by the front door, Shiraishi moved a bit and didn't move—there were too many things, and the bag was stuck by the door.

"It's not enough for a young man to be so weak!" The enthusiastic old woman who wanted to get out of the car saw his predicament, and rolled up her sleeves with a smile, "I'll help you."

Baishi just wanted to say that it was not a matter of strength, but a problem of physics, but before he could utter the first word, a force behind him pushed against the bag he was carrying.

Baishi fell out of the car by surprise, but he didn't fall, but the sack containing three or four pots was thrown out, and went straight to a passerby.

Blocked by the sack, Shiraishi could only see clearly the man's school uniform skirt and the slender legs under the skirt, it looked like a thin girl.

There was a thump in his heart, and he yelled "dodge" remedially. Before the end of the sound landed, there was a soft bang, and the other party firmly caught his sack.

Baishi stabilized his body, looked at all this with a sense of ecstasy, and saw a head poking out from behind the sack.

Mao Lilan tilted her head, saw that it was him, and smiled kindly:

"Mr. Shiraishi, what a coincidence. Why did you buy so many things? It must be very heavy. Let me help you get some more?"

"..." Baishi silently let go of the heart that was suspended just now, "Thank you, I can move it."

The bus station was still a short distance from home, so it was a bit embarrassing to keep silent.

Baishi looked at Mao Lilan who was holding the pot for him, and he had nothing to say: "You seem a little excited?"

"Huh? So obvious." Mao Lilan smiled embarrassedly, then lowered her voice, and said to him mysteriously:

"Have you heard of the Medieval Art Museum in Luchuan District? It's not far from here."

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Chapter 56 Banknote Capability Pavilion

A floppy disk has a small capacity.Shiraishi thought for a while, if Miyano Shiho mailed a USB flash drive by mistake, then he might now be the man who has mastered the biggest shady scene and the top black technology in the world of Conan.

...But it is a pity that a floppy disk is a floppy disk, and Miyano Shiho did not deliberately leak the secrets. At present, the information in Shiraishi's hands is not comprehensive.

The system parsed out only a part of the list of personnel involved in the development of the drug, and a large number of chemical formulas and manuscripts that Shiraishi could not understand, most of which were still written in English.

Baishi didn't know any big science experts in this world, even if he did, he couldn't easily show this kind of thing to others.

——If you pick a potential member of the black-clothed organization, maybe he will take out the materials in the front foot, and someone will shoot him in the head with the back foot.

If Butterfly Shinobu is good at medicine, everything can be solved easily.

But it turns out that Shiraishi thought too well.

Butterfly rummaged through the information for a while, then pushed back the manuscript with regret on his face: "Sorry, I can only understand part of it."

"Part of it is fine." Shiraishi was a little surprised, "For your fryer...cough, I mean research and development work, is there any help?"

"It's not very helpful." Butterfly Ninja pointed to the page with the list of R&D personnel, "If you have to say it, it may be helpful for naming the drug."

"..." You only understand people's names when it comes to feelings!

Shiraishi sighed deeply tiredly: I suspect my clerk is playing tricks on me, but I don't have any evidence.

It was inevitable that he would be a little disappointed, but it wasn't that he didn't expect this result at all.

Butterfly Ninja's knife, her usual words, and her style of painting are not quite like modern people.It's just that her clothes look like modern high school students, which caused Shiraishi to have some illusions about this matter.