MTL - Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan-Chapter 46 Armor is moving
It is not too late now, but the exhibition hall is closed today, the lights are not turned on, the curtains are drawn, and the light inside the building is very dim.
Under Bai Shi's gaze, in the doorway, a flashlight shook violently and quickly approached the door.
Soon, Shiraishi saw a young security guard in uniform with a pale face, and rushed out in a flash. When he went downstairs, he stepped on the air and rolled down two or three stairs.
The hapless flashlight tinkled a few times and rolled right to Shiraishi's feet.
Shiraishi saw black lines all over his head, for fear that there were no dead people at first, but as a result, a dead person fell directly. If this is the case, if he is so close to the door, wouldn't he be suspected of being the murderer...
Thinking like this, Shiraishi didn't even look at the flashlight at his feet, he turned around and wanted to pass by, preparing to call an ambulance when he was far away.
In short, we must resolutely put an end to the situation of staying at the crime scene, picking up the murder weapon or related items to check, and then being surrounded by a sudden crowd, mistakenly thinking that it is the murderer.
It was only he took a step forward, and the security guard on the ground suddenly bounced like a corpse.
"It's haunted!! The knight armor in our pavilion moved by itself!!"
"You're still alive." He was so angry that he could not die in a while. Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief, but felt trouble again.
He secretly pulled out his trouser legs with force, thinking that since it was all right, he would leave first.
But at this time, there was a ding-dong sound of water droplets in the ear.
Another task? Shiraishi stopped.
Just finished one, and received another, because he was afraid that he would not make money fast enough? Or are there so many cases in this world that just two steps away can be met with precision?
While the security guard was still confused and had no time to look around, Shiraishi quickly opened the task bar and glanced at it.
Now, there are three tasks hanging in it.
[Saving the grieving father who lost his only son x1;
Save the innocent bear child x1] [Completed]
【Remove the hidden danger of "Haunted House"】
[Rescue the lost who jumped back and forth between art and money x2]
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After reading the last new quest several times, Shiraishi felt that he should save his confused self first.
This description is too strange, who said it?
After glancing at the soulless security guard again, he felt that he was neither art nor money, and Shiraishi opened the last task again and looked at the details.
[Rescue the lost who jumped back and forth between art and money x2]
【Countdown to deadline: 49:59:59】
[Mission location: 5-12, Lukawa District, Mikacho, Medieval Art Museum]
It was indeed the building in front of him.
Speaking of which, what did the security guard call just now? Knight armor moved by itself?
Art gallery, moving knight armor...
The two keywords were put out at the same time, and Shiraishi had a vague impression.
He looked carefully at the building in front of him again, but did not go in.
This newly received task has more than two days to end. Compared with it, the "Haunted House" with only one and a half days left is a priority.
Shiraishi decided to wait until the task of the haunted house was completed, and then check the relevant information of this art museum, and make a long-term plan - in short, for today.
The little security finally got up from the ground.
His face was pale, but he stubbornly looked at the museum with a sense of responsibility, as if he wanted to pull Shiraishi to strengthen his courage and go back to confirm the situation.
Baishi glanced at him and said before he spoke, "Why don't you call the police first?"
Security was a little hesitant.
At this time, another voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them, and then Shiraishi said:
"Call the police? Is it useful to call the police? The sales contract between me and the owner of the museum, but I asked a lawyer to read it, it is absolutely legal!"
The person who suddenly entered, apparently only heard the word "alarm". He didn't know that he had mistaken the topic, and said triumphantly:
"I bought it, and that's my stuff! I never explicitly said that I would continue to open the art museum, it was that old fool from Ochiai who made up his mind!"
A few words were arrogant and greasy, and Shiraishi turned his head to see a middle-aged man with a beer belly and hands behind his back, slowly swaying beside them.
Although the behavior and wording are a bit pricey, the hair of the visitor is neatly groomed, and the clothes and shoes are spotless.
Shiraishi looked at the shiny watch on his wrist and at a luxury car behind him, and immediately realized that it looked like a local tyrant.
In this case, it is somewhat related to the "money" in the task.
Then contact "Art Museum", "Moving Knight Armor"...
Shiraishi only felt the light of a small light bulb biu in his head. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com
—He remembered what the case was.
Boss Zhenzhong next to him ignored the two little people. He quickly put his hands behind his back and swayed into the museum like a penguin.
"Mr. Zhenzhong!" The little security guard obviously knew the person who came, and immediately ran over to stand in front of the other party. "We are closed today, and the curator also said that we will not accept guests."
Zhenzhong stopped and smiled Yinyin. He looked at the dimly lit building, but he didn't break in hard, and returned to the topic just now:
"Ochiai is still in the office, hehe, you don't have to rush to deny it, I know that the old man wants to sleep with his exhibits every day."
A room on the second floor was lit, staring at it, raising the volume:
"You bring him a word - this pavilion, including the exhibits that he loves as a child, is now mine.
"If he wants to give me that painting, I can leave a few pieces of junk he likes and let him open a mini-exhibition in my new store. If he doesn't, I'll destroy them all as trash, and one piece will be destroyed. Don't let him stay, hahahaha-"
Abandoning this sentence, the boss of Zhenzhong laughed and walked back to the car. His laughter was loud and rhythmic. Shiraishi deeply felt that even if this person went bankrupt, he would definitely not starve to death, and he could apply for a seiyuu...
The luxury car went all the way, and the little security guard looked ugly and took a sip on the other side.
I don't know if it was the anger in his heart that helped him embolden him, or if the boss's words made him realize that there is still a curator in the exhibition hall, he is not alone.
In short, the young man nodded to Shiraishi, hugged the flashlight he just picked up, turned around and walked back to the "haunted" pavilion.
