Conan: Someone is always trying to murder me

"Go away, go away!"

Seeing the bald man who won the prize walk out of the mall gate amid continuous wailing, a customer in the middle of the queue at the cashier counter turned back and said to his accomplices behind him in a lost heart.

"Ah! Just leave like that?"

A friend with glasses in the back was a little surprised.

"What else can we do? The photo albums have been taken away!"

The third friend agreed.

"So just go back like that? What about the things? Don't buy them?"

"Nonsense! Do you still want to wait in line here to pay? Anyway, we are not really here to buy things!"

"Yeah, then let's put the things back."

The man with glasses thought about it and seemed to think there was nothing wrong with it, so he nodded, and several people took the things and left the line and walked back into the mall.

For these people who have impure purposes and have lost their goals, instead of wasting time queuing here, it is better to go home and catch up on a few more episodes.

After all, for this group of people, going out is something that should be avoided as much as possible...

So when these few people left, it was like a domino effect. The people in the front line hesitated and turned to go to the mall, not to mention the group of animals in the back line.

"This, this..."

The mall staff were stunned, as if they didn't expect them to do this. In this short moment, the long queue at the cash register was reduced to a few people, leaving the staff speechless.

But unlike the staff, Kishida showed a happy look on his face. He was very happy to see this situation, because it meant that he didn't have to waste more time queuing here.

"Do I think you are gloating?"

Just when the happy Kishida wanted to move forward, the fat otaku standing aside and ignored by him suddenly spoke up.

"Hey, you haven't left yet!"

Kishida glanced at him and said in surprise.

"........"

The fat man's face trembled, and he looked at Kishida silently. It turned out that he was just a tool. After the matter was clarified, he was ignored in the blink of an eye. He didn't believe that Kishida really didn't see him with such a large tonnage.

"Haha, just kidding, brother, with your body... temperament, you must be the one who attracts people wherever you go. And I'm not gloating, I'm not the only one who is happy!"

Kishida patted the fat man's arm. While feeling good in his heart, he also used his mouth to indicate the two girls who were really buying things in front of him, and the cashier who was also relieved because he didn't have to count money until his hands cramped, and his face was full of smiles.

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked forward on his own. A woman in front was already checking out, and it was his turn for another one.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are annoying?"

Seeing this, the fat man rolled his eyes and followed.

"Of course, you are definitely not the first one to say that! Well, I don't think you will be the last one either." Kishida rubbed his chin and replied seriously. The fat otaku looked at him strangely, not knowing why he sounded so proud. He could not figure it out, so he had to keep silent. Seeing this, Kishida did not speak again. He waited obediently for the last girl to finish her checkout and handed over his things. After the cashier scanned the barcode and he finished his checkout, he turned around and smiled and said to the fat otaku: "Thanks, buddy!" After that, he carried his things and walked towards the lottery area. After all, the free tissues were still there. "I didn't expect this guy to be so well-mannered!" Looking at Kishida's figure, the fat otaku happily accepted Kishida's thanks, and his impression of him was much better, but he always felt that Kishida looked at him a little strangely when he thanked him, but he couldn't tell. "Sure enough, most fat people are good people!" On the other side, Kishida, who quietly joined the fat otaku team, muttered and walked to the lottery area. Compared to the few people at the cashier counter, there were still more than a dozen people left in the lottery area. After all, they had bought things and had lined up here, so they had to draw something to comfort themselves.

Not to mention, paper towels are important strategic materials for them, and they are the shrouds of their billions of descendants. So whether it is the bedside, computer desk, or toilet, a roll of paper towels is needed, so this kind of comforting thing must be prepared as much as possible for free.

"It's great to be young!"

Kishida waited quietly, while teasing the energetic young men in front of him in his heart, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Don't you look only in your twenties?"

A familiar voice came into Kishida's ears from behind him.

"..... Why are you so lingering?"

Kishida turned back helplessly, and it was indeed the fat otaku just now.

"The third prize is a bag of luxury dog ​​food, which has not been drawn yet, so I want to try to see if I can draw it for my dog. Otherwise, do you think I want to follow you? Behind... No!!" The fat man said angrily, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly glared and slapped his head, realizing that something was wrong. Then he glared at Kishida and continued, "Why am I behind you?"

"Ahem!"

Kishida coughed guiltily, then chuckled and changed the subject and said, "That's not important. By the way, you said the third prize hasn't been drawn yet, what about the fourth prize?"

"The fourth prize has not been taken away yet. From now on, except for the bald guy, all of us have only received one roll of fifth prize tissue..."

He glared hard at Kishida, who was obviously changing the subject. Fatty, who was so fat and so generous, did not intend to pursue the matter anymore. Instead, he kindly explained, but at the end of the sentence, his eyes inevitably looked a little sad.

"I have found an organization! Alas!"

Kishida murmured to himself and sighed empathetically.

"The main reason is that the merchant has put a lot of white beads in it, and normally there is more than one third prize and fourth prize. But in order to be able to draw more than one prize per person, we have no choice but to accept it."

In order to protect his skin color, Feizhai explained forcefully.

"I understand, it's okay. You can just grab an extra roll of paper towels. It won't take much time anyway."

Kishida nodded, and in just a moment, seven or eight guys left in front of him holding tissues and leaving sadly.

"Why do I need that stuff? I already have two big boxes at home!"

Fat Man shrugged his shoulders and said disdainfully.

"..."

"Talent!"

Kishida was silent for a while, and it took a long time to say two words.

"Hehe~~"

The fat man showed a vulgar look that all men would understand.

"Tsk, by the way, what is this fourth prize?"

The number of people in the front team was getting smaller and smaller, and more and more people were leaving sadly. Kishida suddenly remembered that he still didn’t know what the fourth prize was.

"Oh, the fourth prize is a deck of Masked Superman. It's just that the manufacturer specially got this deck for the shopping mall to use for lottery draws. I heard that there will definitely be a gold card in it. Well, this thing is still good for children. It's quite tempting. Fortunately, today is not a day off and the children have to go to class, otherwise there would be more people in the mall. "

"I see!"

Kishida nodded clearly, feeling a little disappointed. He didn't like watching special effects films, so he was quite indifferent to Masked Superman.

Oh, by the way, the three brats from the Junior Detective Team really like this thing. If you really get it, just sell it to them. I heard from the doctor that the Ayumi family is quite rich. After all, this is better than getting tissue paper. Good deal.....

"What are you thinking? It's almost your turn!"

At this time, Feizhai directly broke Kishida's fantasy.

"I was wondering if I could get the dog food you want and sell it to you cheaper than the market price, would you like it?"

Kishida raised an eyebrow.

"Of course! But you have to be able to do it first!"

"OK!"

Kishida chuckled and nodded. At this moment, the last customer in front of him also shook out a bead.

"Da da da~"

The silver-white beads rolled down the iron plate. Following a second of silence, the staff who looked at the beads intently rang the bells in their hands frantically.

"Congratulations to this customer, you won this third prize of a box of luxury dog ​​food!! Congratulations to this..."

"..."

Along with the staff's congratulations and the happy look of the customer who won the third prize, Kishida and Hizaku looked at each other expressionlessly.

"It seems your plan has failed!"

Feizhai had a dark face and said helplessly.

"Well, I actually gave up all hope on my luck a long time ago. Forget it, tissues are just fine!"

Because habits come naturally, Kishida recovered quickly. He shook his head and walked towards the hand-operated lottery machine with a slight smile.

"Sir, why are you here again??"

However, before he could turn the wheel, the staff behind the lottery machine suddenly glared and said dissatisfiedly behind Kishida.

? ? ?

Kishida turned around subconsciously, thinking he was talking about the fat man behind him, and was secretly wondering if the mall didn't limit the lottery to one lottery now?

But he didn't expect that as soon as he turned around, he saw the bald man who had just won the first and second prizes, walking over with a sneer and lining up behind the fat man. In an instant, he understood who the person the staff was talking about was.

"Um, um, isn't there a limit to one cigarette now?"

The middle-aged man asked with a blushing face.

"Hey, why are you so greedy? You've already won the first and second prizes. Do you still want to win the fourth prize?"

Before the staff could speak, the fat man beside him was already muttering dissatisfied. As he spoke, his eyes looked greedily and regretfully at the photo album held by the bald man.

"exactly!"

The staff echoed with dissatisfaction, but he didn't say anything to drive him away. After all, the rules had been changed because of their own greed.

"Hehe~"

The bald man blushed and smiled in embarrassment, but when he saw that the fat house was still looking at him dissatisfied, he scratched his head and explained in a low voice:

"Actually, what I want is not the first and second prizes, and I didn't expect that I would get this..."

? ? ?

Everyone present, including Kishida, couldn't help but have a few question marks on their heads after hearing this!

Listen, is this human language spoken?

Kishida glanced at him expressionlessly, turned around and spun the wheel hard, as if he wanted to vent.

"What do you want? The others have been drawn. Now there is only the fourth prize left. It can't be a tissue, right?"

"No, I want the fourth prize. That's right. I've liked Kamen Ultraman for a long time. I have collected all the cards except the gold card. I heard that this is in the fourth prize here, so I came here. But I drew twice, but I didn't expect it to be the first prize and the second prize. Alas, I don't know whether I am lucky or unlucky..."

The bald man scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed that he still likes special effects films at such a big age.

"Humph! MMP!"

However, because of his European Emperor's speech, two non-Africans looked at him indifferently, and they probably wanted to kill him.

Kishida was furious and stared at the lottery machine angrily, secretly hoping that he could punish and put an end to this damn guy.........