Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 150 Is The Truth Important?
"Freshly squeezed juice, freshly squeezed juice! Take a look, if you pass by this village, there will be no such store!"

The strange shouting lines made Conan stop, and he couldn't help but think of someone.

Xunsheng ran over.

I saw a black-haired woman with a yellow apron around her waist, with big yellow Pikachu printed on it, she was the familiar Qinghai Chuantang.

It's really eating Miaojiao in Mickey Mouse Wonderful House, and it happened to be home.

Qinghai Chuantang didn't seem to notice his arrival, and was still selling the freshly squeezed juice on the small table to passers-by.

It's just that the color seems to be poisoned, so few people should come to buy it, right?
When Conan walked over, before he could speak, Conan took the lead and said, "Little Conan, why are you here?"

"This, I will explain later."

Conan raised his head and looked at her: "Anyway, did you see a big yellow mouse?"

"Yellow mouse?"

Qinghai Chuantang pointed to the mascot in the store behind him, and said with some doubts: "Is that what you said?"

Conan looked along the finger, and saw a Pikachu whose body seemed to be hollowed out, standing there quietly.

It's just this expression, which really can't make people connect with Pikachu.

"Sister Xiaotang, are you sure that's Pikachu?"

Conan is deeply skeptical.

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head.

"It's Pikachu's younger brother, and its skin is itching."

Conan chose to remain silent.

But he still walked over and looked around.

It turned out that this was just a trash can with a cute appearance.

So, is he going to rummage through the trash can?
"Kid Conan, what are you looking for?"

Qinghai Chuantang came over and looked at him a little strangely: "Could it be that you don't have any pocket money, so you'll have to pick up waste when you arrive, right?"

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, he turned his head and looked at her speechlessly.

"Didn't you also fall to the bottom and have to rely on part-time jobs to survive? Could it be that the insurance money has run out?"

"I'm experiencing life."

Qinghai Chuantang leaned down, flicked his forehead lightly, then took out a white tablet from his pocket and handed it to him.

"You shouldn't be, are you looking for this? I thought someone accidentally left it behind, so I put it away for the time being."

After Conan took the tablet, he quickly opened it, and it turned out to be a familiar picture again.

The countdown time this time is still 10 minutes.

"5, 10, 13 1, 13 5, 14, 19, mouth, 22"

Is this the law of numbers?
Conan stroked his chin in thought.

"Hey, isn't this sorted alphabetically?"

Conan was taken aback, and looked up at her: "Alphabetical order?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded and explained: "Look, if you put these numbers into letters, 5 is E, 10 is J, 13·1 is MA, 13·5 is ME, 14 is N, 19 is S, 22 It's V."

After hearing this, Conan suddenly understood, and instantly understood that what these letters implied were the English initials of the planets in the solar system!
E is EARTH, Earth; J is JUPITER, Jupiter; MA is MARS, Mars; ME is MERCURT, Mercury; N is NEPTUNE, Neptune; S is SATURN, Saturn; V is VENUS, Venus.

The one in that square should be Uranus.

The alphabetical order of U is .21!

After entering the answer into the box, a red hollow circle appears, indicating that the answer is correct.

At the same time, the countdown also stopped.

Then, a reminder of the next location appeared.

"In a dark place, there is only one piece of light. Silence is the best choice."

Ten seconds later, the words were shattered into fragments again, just like before, disappearing.

The tablet has become broken again.

Qinghai Chuantang was still yelling outside the door, seemingly enjoying it.

Conan quietly left the store and began to look for the location indicated by the prompt.

Not so much a hint as a blatant hint.

The theater is where the text refers.

There are three theaters in the mall, and it would be a huge project to search for all of them.

The most important point is that if you go in without buying a ticket.
"Hey, who do you think would accidentally leave such a valuable thing on the seat?"

"Who knows. It looks like it's the latest tablet, so it should be worth a lot of money, right?"

"You kid, don't have any crooked thoughts. Otherwise, don't say I didn't remind you!"

"I know, I know, I'll just say that casually."

Conan, who was about to turn around and leave for the next theater, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He hurried over and said in a child's tone, "Hey big brother, did you see a white tablet computer?"

The two are also simple.

Hearing that the other party accurately stated the color of the tablet, he believed him.

The staff handed the tablet to Conan and said with a smile, "Kid, you should be more careful next time with such a valuable thing."

"Understood, thank you big brother!"

After thanking Conan, he immediately ran to the side with the tablet and opened it.

The countdown time is still 10 minutes.

"How many hits did Ichiro have in his 22-year career?"

I didn't expect the question this time to be so simple.

Conan confidently entered the answer "4308".

But unexpectedly, a big red cross was displayed on the interface, and the time was immediately shortened by 5 minutes.

"How come. Wait!"

Conan suddenly realized, and whispered: "Professional baseball is divided into a first team and a second team. The second team is not counted in the career record, and the second team is 156, so the answer."

Feeling uneasy, he entered the answer "4464".

Finally, the result is correct.

Only this time, the interface did not prompt the next location, but a new question appeared directly.

"who I am."

Perhaps this is also the last question.

The countdown time this time may be a bit difficult for the author of the question, so it was extended to 10 minutes.

Tsukimi Ninomiya?

wrong.

Black Organization?

wrong.

"Damn, 10 minutes wasted."

Conan carried the tablet, thinking while walking.

I don't know when, I came to the shop where Qinghai Chuantang temporarily worked.

Hearing the familiar cries, Conan froze for a moment.

With some hesitation, he entered Qinghai Chuantang's name.

As a result, it is still an error.

Suddenly remembered the crow flying across the screen before, so Conan entered the answer "crow" again, but the big red cross still jumped out.

Now, only 10 minutes left.

We are the ghosts behind this world, no one can arrest us
Conan suddenly remembered what was said in the previous note.

"ghost."

He entered this answer, but the red cross still lit up.

This made Conan a little crazy.

Staring at the countdown numbers, he felt startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

At this critical moment, Conan suddenly noticed a small detail, that is, punctuation marks.

After the fingertips paused in mid-air for a while, they finally entered the answer of "who".

Finally, a red hollow circle appeared again.

Conan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But soon, Conan's expression slowly became serious.

Such a joke of using mall personnel as a threatening bargaining chip to comfort him can no longer be called a joke.Even saying it is "bad" is a very slight degree.

"Sister Xiaotang, can you come with me? I have something to ask you."

As he said this, Conan's glasses shone brightly.

Regardless of the other party's reaction, he left straight away and came to the corridor of the escape staircase.

Qinghai Chuantang looked at his back and blinked.

After saying hello to the store manager, he followed immediately.

"Kid Conan, what's the matter? I still have a lot of things to do. If there is nothing important."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the other party.

"Did you do it?"

"Eh?"

Conan turned his back to her, without any expression on his face.

He just lowered his head slightly, perhaps unwilling to face and accept this fact.

He should have thought of it earlier.

"Even if it's just a joke. But you know, what kind of consequences does it have? This joke is not funny at all!"

Conan turned and looked at her.

He kept talking as if he was venting his inner emotions, but also as if he was criticizing her.

And Qinghai Chuantang didn't have any rebuttal either.

He just listened quietly, and even nodded from time to time, as if affirming what he said.

This frustrates Conan a bit, and it feels like he's punched the cotton.

"Thirsty? Try some of the juices offered in the store."

Qinghai Chuantang's pocket is like Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket, you never know what she will take out in the next second.

"Hey sister Xiaotang, I'm telling you something very serious!"

Conan was speechless and even more helpless.

"I know."

Qinghai Chuantang's expression was very serious, and he didn't mean to be joking.

Conan froze for a moment, but finally took the juice she handed over.

The color seems to be poisoned, and it looks hard to drink at first glance.

But he was indeed a little thirsty, and with the kindness of the other party, Conan, with the mentality of giving it a try, pierced the plastic film with a straw and took a sip.

It was surprisingly delicious.

"By the way," Conan seemed to be thinking of something, and asked, "Mr. Ninomiya, could it be you pretending to be?"

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head, then smiled.

"I don't have the hobby of working several jobs alone. It would be too much for my health. There is indeed a person like 'Nimiya Tsukimi' in the world, and I can find it by checking the household registration."

"But she's not Ninomiya Tsukimi herself, right?"

It's just replacing or borrowing someone else's identity.

"You are very smart."

For some reason, Conan felt relieved from the other party's words.

Qinghai Chuantang said with a smile: "However, since Ergong Yuemei exists, then she is Ergong Yuemei."

"Then who is her true identity? What is the purpose of sneaking into Didan Primary School?"

Conan's heart has long been filled with countless questions, some of which have not yet been able to find an answer.
Qinghai Chuantang was silent for a moment.

Sighing slightly, he said, "Sometimes, the truth doesn't matter."

In other words, some truths are not yet revealed.

So at this time, the truth is not important, what is important is what you think the truth is.

After all, most of the time, people are more inclined to the truth they see.

"No!"

Conan disputes her claims.

With a firm gaze, he said, "The truth is always important."

(End of this chapter)