Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

"..." No matter how loud you shouted, I was the only one in the house who could hear you.

Baishi was speechless for a moment, and gestured politely: the puzzle is solved, no help is needed.

Conan read his sign language, but refused to translate honestly.

He looked at Baishi's waist and pockets, it didn't look like he was hiding a gun, so he secretly turned on the anesthesia watch, and decided to fire immediately as soon as he saw Baishi stretching his hand behind his back, while dragging the childish voice that needed to be beaten:

"Uncle, last time I saw you holding a sniper rifle and aiming at others...you can't be a bad person, right?"

"Sniper rifle!?" Mori Kogoro was taken aback.

Shiraishi looked down at Conan and picked up the phone in his hand.

He first turned off the signal and network of the mobile phone to prevent the sudden news of the black organization, then he clicked on the memo, typed a few words, and turned the screen to show Mori Kogoro and Mo Lilan.

"It's a telephoto camera..." Mori Kogoro became speechless from his vigilance, and he punched Conan on the head, "I don't know much about it, you don't see the long black cylinder, you think it's a gun!"

When Conan was dizzy, Mori Kogoro snorted and withdrew his hand, and turned towards Shiraishi, as if to shake hands.

Shiraishi looked down, took off his gloves politely, and shook hands with him.

Mori Kogoro glanced at it, and saw that the hand didn't even have a pen callus, not to mention a gun callus, and it was as smooth as the hand of an otaku or a rich young master... Conan is really talking nonsense.

Conan covered his head and slowly regained his strength.

He also knew that the sniper rifle was unsubstantiated, but fortunately, he had other evidence.

Conan took out the envelope and handed it to Kogoro Mori.Although this uncle has been in a state of confusion for a long time, he occasionally has wit, as long as the guidance is sufficient...

Conan dragged his child's voice, and pointed to the back of the stamp: "But there is a lipstick mark here, it must have been accidentally wet when the stamp was wet, uncle..." He turned his head to look at Shiraishi, pushed his glasses, showing sharp eyes smile, "Do you have the habit of wearing lipstick?"

"..." Why would someone smear stamps with saliva... Baishi sighed inwardly.

He silently deleted the text just now, and retyped on the phone:

"So that's how it is." Mori Kogoro thought of Hongye, but he couldn't remember Hongye's name clearly, and he couldn't even remember whether he was told the name - he had flirted with too many beautiful women.

However, he did remember that Shiraishi and Hongye ran away without taking notes, which was a bit suspicious...

"After all, Ms. Nakamura invited me here, why don't you let her come out and tell me?" Mori Kogoro was cheeky and insisted on not leaving, insisting on seeing the person who wrote the letter.

Baishi is now proficient in using Jiugongge,

"Ahaha, thank you very much!" Seeing that he promised so readily, Mori Kogoro breathed a sigh of relief, he must have been with Conan for a long time, and he has also developed a bad habit of being suspicious.

Baishi watched the three of them walk into the living room, and was not too surprised by this result.

While closing the door, he glanced down at the light screen. There was a red "anesthesia" buff hanging under the blood bar on the main body, and there were more than ten minutes left.

When the time is over, he can rest assured to return to the main body.

It's boring to think about waiting alone in a villa in the suburbs until night without a smartphone.

It just so happens that there is a tool man delivering it to the door, and there are poker and board games in the room. When the main body wakes up, I can play a few rounds of poker with Maori and his daughter...

Under the questioning of the two detectives and Mao Lilan's curious eyes, Shiraishi introduced a little bit of the previous story selectively.

Of course, he completely concealed the matter of the Thieves Group, and did not give a solution to the puzzle.

Although Baishi said that they don't need their help to solve the puzzle, there are many kinds of handicrafts in this villa. The three of them worked for a while, and then started to visit everywhere.

Conan turned around on the first floor and found that except for one bedroom door which was locked, all other places could be entered.

He put his ear to the door and listened for a while, but he didn't hear any changes, so he could only firmly remember the location of this room first.

Then, taking advantage of Baishi not paying attention, he went to the second floor.

He remembered that Mori Kogoro was looking at the window of the attic when he got out of the car—since the mute had just left there, there might be clues hidden in that room.

Shiraishi leaned against the door, glanced at Conan's sneaky back, then looked at the room, where the father and daughter Maoli were full of praise for the clocks and clocks on the wall, and silently took out a tube of anesthesia needle.

Conan's habit of acting alone is really commendable.

……

Conan didn't know if the puzzle in the villa had really been solved, but now he was more worried about the original owner of the room than solving the puzzle.

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Chapter 165 Why Did I Shake Myself Again?

On the way to the second floor, Conan found a hair in the right angle of the stairs.

It was curly hair dyed brown, with a black part one or two centimeters long at the root, as if new hair had grown out after dyeing the hair for a while.

And Conan remembered that the woman who appeared with the mute had straight black hair hanging down to her waist.

Judging by the rate at which her hair grows, unless she started perming immediately after returning from the monastery, this hair would not belong to her—that is, she was not the person who sent the letter.

Therefore, during the search, Conan's attention was more focused on the large space that could hide people than the various secret codes.

Especially the attic.

After searching one by one, Conan quickly reached the room at the end of the second floor.

He turned the handle, and the door was locked.

This kind of old-fashioned round handle door is not difficult to open.Conan observed the crack of the door for a while, and took out a hard card from his pocket.