Acting Tips for Conan World

From this point of view, the fact that this person hides his face too much and doesn't even dare to reveal his voice... is very suspicious.

Conan didn't rush to find out his identity and alert the enemy. Instead, he acted like a child and said thank you to him. Then he ran back to Mao Lilan with a smile, "Sister Xiaolan, let me play baseball for a while!"

Mao Lilan's whole face wrinkled.

Ever since she knew that Conan was Shinichi, Conan rarely acted coquettishly towards her in that innocent childish tone. She really couldn't stand it when he acted coquettishly so suddenly.

If it was a real child, Mao Lilan might really let him play, but in the mainland, it is actually Shinichi's Conan...

Mao Lilan smiled and showed a gentle expression that she would agree, but then she firmly refused, "No, this is a gift I want Mr. Nose to sign for my mother. And you can't play with the ball on the plane. It would be terrible if you accidentally make someone slip."

"Eh--"

Conan acted like a well-educated child. Although he pouted unhappily, he still returned to his seat and sat down in a huff.

She observed the expression of the man behind her with her peripheral vision and the handheld makeup mirror she took out of Mao Lilan's bag.

Although he still couldn't see the man's face clearly, Conan easily noticed that the muscles on the man's face twitched. Conan just wanted to test whether he came for Nose's game, but his reaction to Nose's name was a little too intense.

There is weirdness.

Conan refused to let go of even a shred of doubt.

Because several such cases had happened before, he clearly noticed that something was wrong and paid attention to it and noted down the doubts and conflicts, but because he did not investigate it carefully, it eventually turned into a murder case, leaving only a mess on the ground.

In the following time, Conan put his baseball cap on his face backwards, pretending to be asleep, and secretly observed the man's every move through the semicircular gap behind the cap.

He looked at his watch too often... Was he planning some kind of timing trick or had he made an appointment with someone?

Conan didn't dare to bet on these possibilities. He frowned and secretly took a photo of the man and sent it to Miyano Haruna, the person he knew who was most capable of investigating.

[Conan: Ms. Miyano, can you find out the identity of this man? Picture.jpg]

Miyano Haruna replied quickly.

[President Miyano: ??? Based on the photos you gave me, I can only find out how much his clothes cost in total. So, is he related to that organization?]

Conan groaned.

[Conan: I just suspect that he has some problems, and it has nothing to do with the organization... I took the flight from Tokyo to Okinawa at 22: this morning, T cabin, seat A. Can you find out this person's name?]

[President Miyano: Although I can check it, if it is a suspicious person, they will not use their real name when buying a plane ticket. You should know this, right? ]

Conan was very clear about this, so at the beginning he only took a photo for Miyano Haruna, hoping that Miyano Haruna could find some clues in the photo, but Miyano Haruna is not a superman after all.

Conan had no choice but to stick a transmitter on him when they got off the plane together. After saying goodbye to Mouri Ran, he followed the man as soon as he got off the plane.

Maori Kogoro was strutting outside the airport with his hands in his pockets, waiting for the TV station staff to come find him. He turned around and was so scared that his voice broke, "Where's that kid?! When did he get lost?!"

"Didn't I just tell you, Dad?

, said Conan went to play with his friends! "

Mao Lilan said unhappily.

Kogoro Mori breathed a sigh of relief, then recalled that his daughter seemed to have said something to him when they passed by a group of bold swimsuit beauties just now. He suddenly felt guilty, muttered something that his daughter's voice was too soft to hear, and then tried to put the blame on others.

Ran Mouri didn't want to argue with her father about whether he spoke too loudly just now...she was very worried about Conan.

No, it would be better to say that every time Conan said he encountered something and turned away to go solve the case, she was worried.

From the first time I knew Shinichi was officially involved in the case, to Dorobiga Paradise, and to now, I have always been panic-stricken and afraid.

No one knew what had happened to Conan before and he became silent. He no longer talked about reasoning and no longer suddenly disappeared to do anything... She was really happy!

To her, reasoning and the like don't matter. This world is so dangerous. She just wants Conan, her parents, and Sonoko to be safe.

Avoiding and refusing to face it.

but……

Conan's extremely painful expression on the night of the full moon appeared in her mind, and Mao Lilan bit her lip. A gust of wind blew past, pushing the sharp horns on her head.

Click.

Mao Lilan raised her hand lightly with a gloomy face and threw the bag in her hand directly into Mao Li Kogoro's arms, "I am not very worried about Conan going to play with his friends alone. Dad, you go to the TV station by yourself."

At the busy airport gate, she squatted down suddenly as she pleased, her nose humming slightly.

"Yes...did you go over there?"

Chapter 442 Why is Conan here?

It was drizzling in Okinawa.

Although the system blocked the pain, it was still awkward to swing the arms, so No. 20 wore a raincoat, put his hands in his pockets and ran around the street in the rain.

This is a habit of Neng Shili San. As a professional baseball player, physical fitness is very important, so while training intensively, he also maintains the habit of running for half an hour every morning from 9:30 to 10:00.

Benshan bought an umbrella from a convenience store on the street and stood on the street that Nose Risan must pass by every day for his run, waiting quietly.

Conan followed quietly behind Motoyama, the continuous drizzle hitting the ground, hiding the sound of his tracking.

He didn't hold an umbrella. He hid in the grass, letting the rain wet him, and stared at Benshan patiently.

That's right, he had recognized this strange guy as the friend of the Nose player he saw on TV while watching the news last night, the retired Motoyama.

Because after he left the airport, he took off all the disguises on his face and body in the alley. He was just seen last night. If Conan doesn't recognize him today... then he doesn't need to be a detective.

But why did Benshan dress up like this? Standing here looking around, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Da da da da..."

No. 20 staggered all the way towards his burial place.

When I was sleeping, my body felt that the ice pack was too cold, so I kicked it under the bed. As a result, my arm was so swollen this morning that I could hardly lift it, and I felt much more clumsy when running.

No. 20 was afraid that if he ran too slowly, Motoyama's alibi would be ruined, so he simply imitated Naruto's running style, with his arms hanging behind his body, leaning forward, and sprinting at a whoosh.

Benshan didn't dare to recognize this strange running posture at first. Fortunately, No. 20 was not wearing a mask and his face was exposed, otherwise he might have taken the initiative to greet Benshan and die.

"In order to protect your noble hands, you can't even bear to wave them?"

Benshan couldn't figure out what the strange running posture of No. 20 was, but since he was going to be dead soon, it didn't matter if he just mocked him as much as possible.

No. 20 stopped, widened his eyes, and made a surprised expression, "Ben-Ben-Shan... why are you here?"

He followed the script and looked down at his watch... Damn, he couldn't lift his hand!

No. 20 looked down at his trouser pocket and acted shocked. "It's already past half past nine!"

Benshan's flight was from 8:15 to 9:50, which means he should be on the plane at this time.

Motoyama smiled proudly as if he had heard some great compliment, "Didn't I tell you on the phone yesterday? As long as it's for you, I will fly over immediately... just like Hideyoshi."

Hey, hey, do you have to be so ambiguous?

While No. 20 was complaining in his heart, Motoyama had already pulled out a sharp blade from his coat pocket, "You know, Hideyoshi made a comeback. He killed Mitsuhide who killed Nobunaga and tried to seize the world."

"It only takes three days to get from Okayama to Kyoto. A sudden counterattack is always Hideyoshi's specialty."

Benshan mentioned place names that No. 20 had never heard of, Oh, you know Kyoto, Kyoto Animation!

No. 20 was quite nervous because he was about to be killed. He was thinking about all sorts of random things in his mind to relieve his nervousness.

The tip of Benshan's knife flashed with cold light, "Neng Shi... I won't let you take over the world..."

After running for half an hour, Neng Shi’s energy has been almost exhausted, and he is no match for me who has conserved my energy!

Benshan waved proudly

The sharp blade stabbed into Noshi's chest!

"What do you want to do to Mr. Nose?!"

With a loud shout, a football spun at high speed and suddenly hit Benshan's head!

Motoyama's pupils shrank, and as a baseball player he subconsciously stretched out his left hand to block the incoming football, but a huge force suddenly broke his left arm backwards!

Benshan made a prompt decision and retreated to the right. The football, which had deviated from its course and was poked by his left hand, broke through the rain and fell on the nearby grass, bounced a few times, and then deflated.

"what?"

No. 20 looked at Benshan with a confused expression, turned his head and looked back, and saw the soaked little detective wiping the rain off his face and yelling to him nervously: "Contestant Nose, run!"

——Why is Conan here?!

According to the plot, shouldn't he be sitting in the airport lobby now, waiting for Motoyama's original flight to arrive at 9:50!

Damn, what should I do?

Because most of the plot changes were handled by the squad leader, No. 20 had never encountered such a big plot change, so he was immediately panicked.

According to the original plot, was he killed by Benshan?

But Conan has already seen Benshan’s face, so Benshan will definitely not let Conan go, right?

Conan has used his football belt and wants to kick something else. There is nothing for him to kick except land and grass on this empty street. As for his anesthetic watch?

The increasingly dense rain reduced the accuracy of the anesthesia watch to the lowest level, and coupled with the physical fitness of the child... Isn't this a sure death? !

Even if the plot doesn't matter and the credits don't matter, and he's locked up in a small dark room, it doesn't matter as long as Conan is fine.

But he is in a semi-disabled state now!

Using these two arms that can only be used as whips and Benshan's trembling to protect Conan and escape? Conan, a guy with a strong sense of justice, will definitely not let him escape, but

He really wanted to bang his head against the wall now. This ID card was not a good person either. He had ruined so many promising young athletes with a smile on his face. Ruining someone's future was like killing their parents. It was only natural that he should be retaliated. If Conan got hurt, he might as well have died in the fire yesterday...

How many incidents have the 32 classmates caused since they came to the Conan world?

Even if it's the protagonist... he will die!

While thinking about the pessimism, No. 20 had already sent more than a dozen messages for help in the class group with the location. He didn't have time to read the classmates' replies and ran in the opposite direction of Conan with his head down, "Benshan, no one will believe what a child like him says, but what I say is different!"

"So either you stop right now, and I will pretend that nothing happened and won't tell anyone about this... or you kill me first!"

Benshan's expression darkened instantly, and he was filled with murderous intent. He brandished his knife and rushed towards No. 20. "You are a scum who destroyed everything I have. Why are you pretending to be a hero here?!"

Chapter 443: Everything is terrifying... The firepower is still not enough!

Number 20 wants to hide.

Every second you can delay is a second. It gives classmates time to arrive, and also gives Conan the chance to call the police or escape.

However, Benshan did not give up exercising after retiring. His muscles were very strong and his hands did not look injured at all. He stabbed with a knife quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

No. 20 was unexpectedly stabbed in the stomach. Under the pain shielding system, he watched Benshan grinning grimly as he pulled out the knife and stabbed it into his throat.

...can't avoid it.

His arms were already unable to move, and after running for half an hour, he was completely exhausted and unable to fight back. The distance was so far, and Conan, who only had a small anesthetic needle, was too late to save him.

This is better. If I die, Conan can escape without any worries.

Facing the blade that wanted to kill him, No. 20 looked in the direction of Conan and said, "Run, run to where there are many people, don't let Benshan succeed!"

I heard that Conan has become much more cautious after the full moon night, and should be able to make choices more maturely and obediently run to crowded places first... Hmm?

No. 20's eyes widened in shock.

what is this? !!

Conan suddenly opened his shirt with a stern expression, revealing five football belts neatly arranged from the waist to the chest!

All failures stem from... insufficient firepower!

A football suddenly popped out from the football belt on the upper chest. Conan turned on his foot-strengthening shoes, aimed at the knife in Motoyama's hand, and shot with great force!

"boom!!!"

The knife in Benshan's hand flew away. He endured the severe pain and turned his head to look at the strange little boy in confusion. Looking at the knife that fell at the feet of his enemy, he wanted to snatch the knife from No. 20 with fierce eyes.

No. 20 would never let him snatch it easily. He stepped on the knife and hooked the knife under his feet, running forward while kicking and dribbling... Why is there no open sewer in such an old town nearby?

As for thieves, why don’t they steal manhole covers? At 15 yen a pound, pounds of manhole covers can earn them ... Well, it’s a bit low.

Two thousand one hundred yen is still money!

No. 20 was complaining wildly in his heart about the unmotivated Japanese thief. He kicked and ran, with blood flowing from his stomach in large pools, dripping onto the ground.

Benshan covered his right hand which was trembling with pain after being kicked by the little boy, and looked at the embarrassed back of No. 20.

, and his hands, which he had not raised until this desperate situation, finally realized something and laughed out loud, "Hahahahaha, I was wondering why you didn't fight back, it turns out that your hands are disabled, Neng Shi!"

"Retribution, retribution!"

Benshan put his hands in his pockets while dodging the attack from the strange little boy behind him, and used his other hand to suddenly pull No. 20 back, and while he bumped into his arms to make the boy behind him afraid to act rashly, he suddenly took out an electric baton from his pocket, turned on the switch, and put it directly on No. 20's neck.