Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

The corners of Baishi's eyes twitched twice, he picked up the baseball cap and put it on the top of his head, and straightened the brim of the hat, "Keep it for yourself. After such a comparison, I suddenly feel that my body is very youthful, beautiful, and handsome."

When the Q version assistant was stunned for a moment, and doubting Mr. Q looked down at the little skirt in her hand, Baishi called out the fox, gave a few instructions, put it in his hoodie pocket, and turned off the light screen , walked out in small steps.

The pockets of the hoodie are also quite large, the kind that open on the belly, and the two hands can be stretched in from both sides.

Originally, Baishi was bought to cover the gloves, but now it can be used to cover the fox's whereabouts.

Shiraishi tried his best to be as natural as possible, and walked unhurriedly to the seat where gin and vodka had sat. There are no new passengers here yet.

He sat on the outermost chair, and the fox sensibly took advantage of his cover to slip onto the chair, sniffed it around, and then jumped to the ground, tiptoeing to lead Baishi the way.

There are indeed not many passengers today, and most of them are doing their own business again, and have not noticed any abnormalities on the ground.

Occasionally, a few people looked over, but they just showed surprised expressions, and no one wanted to report to the flight attendant for the time being.

Only then did Baishi heave a sigh of relief, and when he started to walk again, his pace became much calmer.

……

On the other side, Conan, who had slipped away early, did not go well with the police operation.

The flight attendant didn't take what he said seriously at all, thinking that this was another kid who had watched too many gangster movies.

So Conan also made the same decision as Shiraishi, wanting to find out where the bomb is by himself first.

Of course he couldn't suddenly pull out a fox too, so Conan began to desperately recall every word vodka and gin had said, trying to find out the characteristics of their trading partner.

Conan's short-term memory seems to be no worse than that of a tape recorder.

After replaying the conversation between the two in his mind, he caught the "overlook" that Gin Jiu had said, and guessed that the transaction partner was on the second floor.

And since the dining car is not non-smoking, he deduced from the vodka sentence "I can finally smoke" that the transaction partner hates the smell of cigarettes, and he thought that person was most likely sitting in a non-smoking car.

Second floor, plus non-smoking.

Among the 18 compartments in the whole car, only one of such compartments is eligible.

Conan quickly rushed into the target car.This is already a VIP seat, and there are fewer people than below.

He looked over one by one and found that only four people were carrying black briefcases.

——A kind-hearted old man, an ordinary social animal, a well-dressed woman, and a majestic man covered in gold chains and gold watches, with sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and eyebrows almost as thick as his beard.

After scanning around these people, Conan's eyes fixed on the last person.

He looked too suspicious, his body and aura were just like vodka.If it is said that they are all the same, Conan believes it very much...

The only problem is that Uncle Jinlianzi placed his briefcase too high—on the overhead rack.

This doesn't match the information that "the counterparty thinks the box is fragile", but it can't be taken lightly, maybe this is a very careless person.

After some thought, Conan decided to start with the most suspicious guy first.

He patted his face to make his expression look more like a child, then trotted all the way over, looked at the opening of the luggage rack above: "Uncle, my paper airplane flew there, can I go up and pick it up?"

The man put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at him with an unhappy expression, as if he wanted to refuse.

But he obviously underestimated the bear kid's ability to act.

——At the same time as he opened his mouth to ask, Conan quickly passed him and walked to the inside, and then he climbed onto the back of the wide chair, muttering, "Hey, where did it fall?" He touched the luggage rack and started Open the box secretly.

But the lock of this briefcase was made of metal, and Conan confiscated it with a crisp "click".

The golden chain man's expression changed, and he suddenly raised his head from behind the newspaper.

Seeing Conan fiddling with his luggage, he shouted in a panic, "Don't touch it!" At the same time, he grabbed Conan's arm and pulled the child off the back of the chair.

Conan was still holding the briefcase firmly with one hand, and when he pulled it suddenly, the bag rolled over the heads of the two of them and fell straight to the ground.

The faces of both of them changed drastically. Thinking of Gin Jiu's malicious sentence "it will explode when subjected to severe vibration", Conan's pupils shrank to a point in fright.

He slammed the man away and rushed over to try to intercept him, but his speed couldn't keep up with the free-falling briefcase, so he could only watch it hit the ground...

Then it was firmly held in the hands of a person.

Conan couldn't hold back, and fell to the ground with a snap.

He rubbed his sore knees, and raised his head with a feeling of rejoicing that he survived the catastrophe. Over the top of the briefcase, he saw a huge hat brim and an extremely familiar mask hidden in the shadow of the brim.

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Chapter 74 Whose Fox Is This?

Although the clothes have changed, the face and mask have not changed.

Conan can quickly remember someone who has seen him once from a distance, let alone this weird magician who he has seen several times and will leave a deep impression every time.

That’s right, magicians, not onmyojis—there are no ghosts in the world, and it must be because the black cat used some magic methods to convince the two people in the Middle Ages pavilion that there are ghosts in the world.

The moment he recognized Shiraishi, Conan was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he had a feeling of "this is not strange".

After all, although he still doesn't know where he got the information, this "black cat" always seems to be able to smell the case, and then rush to stop it in time.

This time should be no exception, after all, he was only a few cars away from the explosives.

As soon as he thought of the word "sniff", Conan saw a hairy head protruding from Shiraishi's front pocket.

Then the dog stretched out its front paws, grabbed the briefcase that Baishi held horizontally in front of him, put its nose close to it, and tried to sniff twice.