Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

"Thank you." Just as he was about to enter the corner of the aisle, Boss Zhenzhong suddenly said:

"Also, I may be rude to ask, but... who are you?"

Asked this question, Baishi responded reflexively: "You're welcome, I'm a red collar..."

Speaking of this, he belatedly looked down at himself.

——He was dressed in black from head to toe, and even hung a pure black tie around his neck.

"..." He was silent for a moment, and changed a word that fit the image better, "I am a black tie."

……

He turned the corner and was about to remove the mask, but suddenly there was a "creak" sound of rubber rubbing against marble in front of him. A child rubbed his feet on the ground and stopped in front of him like a drift.

Shiraishi looked at Conan, clicked his tongue regretfully in his heart, and thought that it was only a few seconds away...should have tied it tighter just now.

Conan once again raised his anesthesia table habitually.

He originally wanted to ask Baishi where he hid his wound, but before he opened his mouth, he felt that he should not be so arbitrary, he should first ask what happened to the blood on the knife.

Unexpectedly, before he could utter a word, the man opposite suddenly showed a sneer, and then he held the corner of the decorative curtain on the wall next to him, raised his hand, and blocked Conan's sight.

Shiraishi is extremely proficient in this movement - when he was a child, he often used the curtains at home as a cloak, and kept trying to find the most perfect swinging shape.

After breaking a few curtains and taking a few beatings, he was finally able to throw the curtains out of a perfect arc, let it circle around him, and then reveal the person, creating the effect of a shining debut.

I didn't expect it to come in handy now... As expected, it's too many skills to overwhelm you.

The moment his whole body was covered by the curtain, Shiraishi released the mask mode and returned to his body.

——Although hiding behind the curtain can achieve the same result, it would be too cheap.

When you can be handsome, of course you still have to be handsome...

Shiraishi suddenly raised the curtain, which made Conan nervous in the aisle.

He immediately grabbed a steel vase and placed it under his feet, and turned on the switch of the foot-strengthening shoes, ready to respond at any time.

However, under his unblinking gaze, the curtain quickly unfolded from the cone, and after shaking twice, it flattened against the wall again, so flat that it was impossible for anyone to hide in it.

...disappeared again?

Conan walked over vigilantly and touched it. The underside of his hand was flat and hard, and it was indeed a wall.

He opened the curtain again, looked at the slightly yellowed wall behind, and groped to try to find the secret passage.

……

When Conan was busy, in the exhibition hall separated by a wall.

"... black tie?"

Boss Zhenzhong repeated it subconsciously, and was surprised by the weird and awkward name.

He was afraid that he heard it wrong, and wanted to confirm it again, but the figure had already disappeared.

There was a voice from the side: "Idiot, how could someone be called Black Tie (クロネクタイ), it should be Black Cat (クロネコ)."

"..." Although the pronunciation is indeed similar, the black cat seems to be too rustic...

Boss Zhenzhong looked at the old man next to him, and suddenly remembered something, he whispered: "I seem to remember... you are a little deaf?"

"What did you say?" Curator Ochiai wasn't angry, it was just a question.

After asking, he slapped Zhenzhong's uninjured shoulder: "Speak louder, man, where is the momentum from negotiating with me a while ago?"

Boss Zhenzhong stood at attention: "I just said——you're right!"

When curator Ochiai was regarded as a cold father before, he really dared to target this old man everywhere.

But now that he knew the truth... he felt guilty again just like when he was young, when he saw Director Ochiai.

Director Ochiai nodded in satisfaction at Boss Manaka's voice this time.

The old man stroked his beard with nostalgia:

"When I was in junior high school, a manga created by a senior in the school began to be serialized in the Asahi Daily. Influenced by him, we started to draw in our spare time. Like him, let our hard work be published in famous newspapers and magazines, and be updated. Seen by many people, recognized by more people.

"In the stories of many people at that time, a hero named 'Black Cat' appeared by coincidence—because there was a black stray cat in our school.

"Haha, although it is a stray cat, it has always been mysterious and particular. When feeding it, the food must be placed in a clean place. If it is thrown on the ground randomly, it will not even smell it.

"And every time we lose something, we make a wish to find it, and the wish is granted.

"It's a pity that when I grew up and went back to look for it, I realized that this mysterious creature in the school had disappeared for many years."

Speaking of this, Director Ochiai's gaze fell back to the large oil painting in front of him:

"I often feed it, but I've never made a wish to it. This time, maybe it's because it remembered my few meals, and stopped my absurd actions before I made a big mistake."

"..." Boss Zhenzhong thought about it for a while, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't connect a living person as big as just now with a cat.

It is said that old people are like children, and Curator Ochiai's imagination is as rich as a child's... However, at such an age, if you want to think this way, let him think about it.

After all, even a soul can exist, so why can't a cat become a human.

...Eh wait.