Pretending to Be a Good Person in the World of Conan

Ochiai Aoi held her father's head and rubbed it twice:

"Don't think about the past! Even if you have to pursue it, it's my fault for running away from home. It's none of Dad's business."

……

I've seen everything I need to see.

In the Hell Pavilion, Shiraishi was the first to open his eyes. He got up from his chair and heard a slight movement behind him.

Turning his head, he saw Boss Zhenzhong's eyes closed, with a distorted expression of crying and laughing on his face.

Baishi looked at the middle-aged boss with a big belly, and then thought about the handsome young version of Zhenzhong... If it wasn't for the mole on the tip of his left eyebrow, he couldn't believe it was the same person.

Curator Ochiai's face was covered by armor, and Shiraishi couldn't see his expression, but he thought it looked similar.

He looked away, picked up the stone flower and looked at it.

The play button and memory fragments floating on the flower have disappeared, and the copied illusion has ended.

A minute later, Boss Manaka and Director Ochiai opened their eyes almost at the same time.

They sat up and looked at each other in the groggy darkness with extremely complicated eyes.

Just then, someone turned on the ceiling light.

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Chapter 62 How Do I Live?

This pavilion only uses dim lights to highlight the theme of "hell".

It doesn't mean it doesn't have lights.

Shiraishi flipped the switch.

The light that was as bright as daylight shone directly down, making Boss Mamanaka and Curator Ochiai's eyes blur at the same time.

Under the hard gaze of the two, Baishi walked to the side of "Heaven's Punishment" and reached out to the side of the frame.

"I'll come, let me come!" Curator Ochiai suddenly stood up amidst the sound of tinkling bells.

He dragged a heavy armor and stood in front of the oil painting.

Bai Shi took two steps back and saw the old man tearing off his gloves and groping around the picture frame.

Soon, his hand stopped and his whole body froze in place.

——Under his wrinkled fingers, a hidden mechanism was slightly depressed.

Curator Ochiai's hands slowly began to tremble, the dream... seems to be in line with reality?

He raised his head, and finally took a look at the oil painting in front of him that had been with him for a long time, the "God's Punishment" that made him both proud and painful, and pushed it down heavily.

click, click-

The organs in the picture frame have not been damaged for too long.

It split open in the middle to reveal the pastel-toned painting inside—exactly as they had seen it in their "dream."

"...It's actually true." Curator Ochiai's voice trembled, his old hands groping for the frame, repeating over and over again, "It's actually true!"

Boss Zhenzhong stared blankly for a while, then looked at Baishi: "Why do you know this?"

He suddenly asked again: "If I had said the right thing back then, would everything... have ended like in the dream?"

"The past is in the past, there is no if." Shiraishi supported the mask, and said in the eyes of the two people who quickly dimmed, "Treasure the present, she said, she will feel very sad when she sees your expressions now. .”

The air was silent for a moment.

After a while, the two finally figured out the inaccuracy in this sentence, and looked at Baishi in unison: "What do you mean?...she can see us!?"

"Of course." The corners of Baishi's lips curled up, revealing the mysterious smile that he had practiced countless times in front of the mirror in the second grade.

He looked to the side and tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening carefully, but in fact, Shiraishi was just acting against the air.

After a while, he turned around again and said in a repeater-like tone:

"She has been staying next to this painting. She is very happy that you can come to see her. Also, what she heard in the 'dream' just now is what she wanted to tell you.I just magnified her ability as a soul...! "

Shiraishi paused imperceptibly.

——At the place he was looking at, the air stirred slightly, and a silhouette with shoulder-length short hair slowly emerged.

The thin figure turned her head to look at him, as if she was smiling in the sunshine, then she raised her hand and gave Baishi a high-five gesture in celebration.

A small piece of translucent fragments flew from her body and fell into the light screen that popped up suddenly.

Baishi lowered his head, and when he looked up again, he saw the shadow floating in the painting gradually fade away, and finally disappeared.

……

a few minutes ago.

Conan struggled to open his eyes, and his eyes were scarlet.

Drowsily half-closed his eyes, lying down for several seconds, everything that happened before he lost consciousness slowly came back to his mind.

Combined with the bloody color in front of him, Conan's first reaction was - blood flowed into his eyes.