MTL - Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan-Chapter 95 You wake up, your wife is gone

In this way, although the two are partners, Shiraishi's temper is much better than that of Black Cat.

Conan always feels the same question. If he asks the black cat, he may have been subjected to an anesthesia ball, and then thrown into an unknown utility room...

Comparing the two sides, the talkative Shiraishi is simply a treasure in the world, and because of his sleepy habit, Conan can use his mouth to reason.

Originally, Conan wanted to defraud some useful information through Shiraishi's reaction.

But now, Shiraishi has so frankly agreed to tell him the plan, but he feels that he has no conscience in scheming against the other party.

Since the corpse was really taken away by the black cat, he shouldn't have done too much. The more important thing now is to solve the case as soon as possible, so that Kimura Tatsuya can rest in peace after death, rather than having fun with the black cat and enjoying the fun of solving puzzles.

Seeing that the reasoning engine finally stopped thinking about the whereabouts of the corpse, and began to focus on the poisoning case, Shiraishi relaxed and sat on the stool next to him, preparing to wait for the case to become clear before returning to the place where the Poké Ball was buried.

As soon as he settled down, a police officer from the forensics department ran in.

"Police, we found a small amount of potassium cyanide on the body bag, possibly from the body."

He also brought a schematic diagram, which reluctantly restored the condition of the body when it was still there: "From the point of view of the location, the position where the potassium cyanide was stained may be the upper left arm of the deceased, as well as the right hand... or the right thigh."

Left upper arm, and right hand...

Thinking of a certain movement that Kimura Tatsuya danced, Conan had a preliminary guess about the poisoning method.

Combined with what Shiraishi said before, it was Mari Terahara who ordered "The Goddess Stained Red by Blood", and he even guessed the suspect.

I just don't know the motive yet...

Conan walked out of the door in thought, probably going back to the previous room, where the studio items brought back by the police officer were still there.

Seven or eight minutes later, Shiraishi saw Conan holding a photo and rushed back with a sudden realization.

Looking at this expression, it may be possible to solve the case?

Shiraishi tentatively closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Sure enough, he saw Conan rushed through the door and looked around. He walked straight to the back of his seat. After a faint mechanical sound, Conan cleared his throat.

The movement of clearing his throat was exactly the same as Shiraishi's voice.

…Listening to your own voice is really subtle.

Shiraishi got goosebumps and didn't plan to continue listening, so he quickly activated the mask.

The mask in the blur left the National Police Agency and walked through the wall through the shortest path.

Five seconds later, the thickets on the side of the police station rattled, and a black cat pushed aside the blades of grass and looked to both sides.

After looking at the surrounding scene and identifying the direction, Shiraishi ran to a corner, dug out the Poké Ball buried in it, and pushed it to a more hidden place.

Although it doesn't take long to tell the truth, Conan always likes to tell a story like a story. With this in mind, Shiraishi was patient and waited for nearly five minutes.

After releasing Kimura Tatsuya from the ball, Shiraishi changed back to his masked appearance, took over the suspended animation spray from the Q-version assistant, and sprayed it several times on the idol's face.

Kimura Tatsuya wiped his face in a daze, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled by the man in black mask who occupied most of his field of vision.

He sat up abruptly, and before he had time to ask questions, the suspicious person on the opposite side had already reached out a hand to him very politely: "Hello, I'm your fan."

"...Oh, hello." Kimura Tatsuya didn't realize what was going on in his mind, his face was habitually squeezed out a smile, and he started the business.

No matter how bad your temper is, you have to keep your temper when facing fans and pretend to be kind-this is a conditioned reflex that most idols have rooted in their hearts.

So, even though he saw Shiraishi shaking hands with gloves on, he didn't say anything, thinking that this might be the personal hobby of this uniquely dressed fan.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to shake the other's hand, Kimura Tatsuya glanced at him, and suddenly found that his hand was stained with a large amount of dark blood.

He was startled, looked down suddenly, and saw a lot of blood splattered on the sweater on his body.

…what happened? ?

What happened before his consciousness disappeared began to slowly reappear in Kimura Tatsuya's mushy mind.

He only remembered that he was suddenly very uncomfortable, coughed up some blood, and then lost consciousness.

...but how can you vomit blood? He has never eaten anything like Maoxuewang before, this is a symptom that only occurs after a serious illness and injury!

Just as he was anxious, a voice on the opposite side suddenly sounded, comforting him gently and calmly: "Don't worry. I have already killed you who are in the way."

Kimura Tatsuya raised his head in astonishment, just in time to see the man opposite holding the half-face mask and showing him a weird smile.

He obviously misunderstood what Kimura Tatsuya was worried about, and with a little fanaticism, he explained to himself:

"I can't allow her dirty blood and corpse to contaminate your clean eyes, so I put a little medicine in the beer beforehand to make you fall asleep early. You vomit blood because its effect on dredging the meridians is too strong , this is not a bad medicine, you don't have to be afraid."

"?" Kimura Tatsuya almost suspected that he was dreaming, this kind of perversion can only be encountered in dreams...

He secretly pinched himself, it hurt a lot.

... really encountered a perversion.

As a star, there are a few perverted fans who make sense... but wait!

"...What is an eyesore, you helped me kill, you killed?! Who did you kill??" After a few seconds, Kimura Tatsuya finally got the point.

He touched his waist subconsciously, wanting to call Big Brother to call the police, but he felt empty.

"Who was killed? Can't you guess?" The man in black sneered twice, and slowly drew a knife from behind his waist. The viscous blood continued to flow down the blade, converged at the tip of the blade, and finally fell into the soil on the ground.

Tatsuya Kimura's forehead was sweating faster than blood. In the depressing and terrifying atmosphere, he saw the man in black cross the sharp kitchen knife and gradually lift it up.

- For a moment, Kimura Tatsuya thought he was going to lick the knife's edge to taste the cool blood.

But in the end, the knife settled in front of his face for a while, and the man in black just raised one hand and slowly wiped away the blood.

The back of the silver knife was covered with a thin layer of blood. This mixed visual effect made people feel uncomfortable and collapsed. Kimura Tatsuya could hardly think. arrive."

Looking at his appearance, Shiraishi felt that it was almost the same.

Now, Kimura Tatsuya will definitely believe that he is a madman who kills people, not some kind of nonsense paranoid... Having said that, this kitchen knife is really useful, and it can be used to frighten ordinary people.

Putting away some scattered thoughts, Shiraishi raised the knife to the side and pretended to sigh:

"The answer is obviously very simple - it's your agent. That **** woman who has too much self-esteem and always likes to put on airs. This kind of relationship has been squeezed into the vase of your company. How can I stand by your side."

Saying that, Shiraishi stood up and walked to the corner, pointed to the front of the building, maintaining his calm and somewhat perverted tone:

"The corpse is on the first floor of this building, turn right when you enter the door, and there is a monitoring room in the third room on your left. If you're unhappy, I can help you steal the corpse, and you can do whatever you want with it..."

"Mari!!" Before he could finish speaking, a shadow rushed past him, crying and running into the police station.