Conan: Someone is always trying to murder me

"Ahem." Dr. Agasa, who was choked by the dust splashed by the explosion, coughed a few times and found that he was unharmed.

Could it be that he had gained weight recently and had too much meat on his buttocks? So it was buffered? Dr. Agasa, who had just eaten special barbecue at Columbus Restaurant today, couldn't help but think.

"Dr. Agasa" Seeing Dr. Agasa, Conan hurried over.

"Who are you?" Dr. Agasa turned his head and found that it was a child he didn't know.

"It's me, I'm Shinichi," Conan pointed to his face with his finger and said excitedly.

"It's the Shinichi family..."

"I said, can you stand up before talking. (*｀з)"

Kishida felt like Sun Wukong now, being pressed down by a huge Five Finger Mountain, unable to breathe, and his waist was about to break. Speaking of monkeys, cough cough... Anyway, Kishida will not be like an international superstar, tactically retreating.

"Ah! Sorry, sorry." Dr. Agasa, who was startled by the sudden sound from below, reacted and stood up quickly.

At the moment when Dr. Agasa left him, Kishida seemed to have gained a new life. With the support of Dr. Agasa, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, and stared at Dr. Agasa who was just pressing on him.

Sure enough, he was very fat! Although Dr. Agasa was wearing a large white coat, it couldn't cover his chubby figure. Kishida estimated that he weighed at least 200 pounds.

Well, this kind of old man with a chubby figure and a very kind face looks very harmless. No wonder he is very popular with children.

"Are you okay?" Dr. Agasa spared his smart head and asked embarrassedly.

"It's not a big problem, I almost got hurt." Kishida rolled his eyes and said unhappily. If it weren't for the system props blocking the flying stones, he would have been injured.

"I'm really sorry, because I was doing an experiment at home, and then I accidentally had a little accident."

"Forget it, I'm fine anyway." Kishida thought he was unlucky.

"It's good that you're fine. By the way, my name is Dr. Agasa, and I'm a genius inventor." Dr. Agasa was relieved to see that Kishida had no intention of blaming him, and he turned to introduce himself.

"Although I'm an inventor, the things I made are all junk copper and iron." At this time, a clear child's voice sounded next to him. Looking down, it turned out that Conan couldn't help but complain after seeing Dr. Agasa claiming to be a genius inventor.

"Oh, it's the child of Shinichi's relatives. Shinichi told you these, right?" Dr. Agasa looked at Conan and said, touching his chin.

"No, d (д)" Conan was about to refute that he was Shinichi, but halfway through, he realized that there was not only Dr. Agasa who could be trusted next to him. Of course, this is not his fault. What happened today was too incredible, and he hasn't really calmed down yet.

"Not what?"

"No, no, you're right, Doctor, these are all told to me by Shinichi brother, hehe." Conan made up his mind to wait until the stranger next to him left before telling Dr. Agasa the truth.

It seems that his existence troubled Conan? Kishida was thoughtful, but he didn't really want to get involved. After all, it was about the Black Organization, so he needed to be cautious.

Thinking of this, he didn't stay any longer, waved his hand, and said goodbye.

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After walking around the street, within a few minutes, a two-story house appeared in front of Kishida. He took out the only key from his body and opened the door.

The first feeling of the corridor when he just entered was that it was empty. Maybe it was because he had just moved in. There were not many furniture and decorations in the corridor, and there were only a few pairs of home shoes in the shoe cabinet.

After changing a pair of shoes, Kishida didn't rush to explore his future residence, but investigated the system interface. He didn't look at the funnel with fine sand flowing slowly, and directly clicked on the newly refreshed prop window next to it.

Guardian Ring [Defense]: When the self is attacked, an energy shield that lasts for 3 seconds will automatically pop up and rebound with an uncertain trajectory. CD cooling time: 15 seconds. (Note: When encountering a combo, please remember to dodge in time, otherwise you will die ugly!)

What the hell is this comment? Well, overall the item works pretty well. Although the energy shield can only last for 3 seconds each time and has a 15-second cooling time, it can't block combos, but at least it can block sudden sneak attacks and backstabs from the dark.

Looking at the item introduction, Kishida touched the slightly cool bracelet on his wrist, which was obviously made of metal and engraved with complex patterns, and was quite satisfied.

With this, I can buy a stun gun or something and modify it. At least I will have a certain self-protection power in this world.

Of course, it's just a certain self-protection power, and it can't be said to be safe. When I think of the existence of "Super Saiyans" in this world who can break huge stone pillars with bare hands and blow up swimming pools with one punch, Kishida has a headache.

"Ding" At this time, the mobile phone vibrated slightly in the trouser pocket.

Kishida opened the phone and took a look. It was a mobile phone text message, and the sender was written as "President Chikako".

Who is this? I don't know her. Judging from the name, she is a woman. Is she another ex-girlfriend of the original owner? With curiosity and helplessness, Kishida opened the text message.

"Junior, someone should be investigating the previous incident. Be careful on your side and don't leak it. Otherwise, if I am exposed, you will not be able to have an easy life. Don't forget that you are also responsible for this matter!"

? ? ? The moment he read the message, Kishida felt that he, this little question mark, had many friends.

Judging from the content of the message, the person who sent the letter should be the president of his club, but this senior should have done something bad, which led to someone investigating this matter, and the original owner also participated in this matter?

What is this called? Can people still live a good life?

After complaining a few words, fortunately Kishida had the corresponding psychological preparation before, thinking on the bright side, at least it is not a dog-blood girlfriend murder plot now, right?

Putting this matter aside for the time being, Kishida closed his mobile phone and planned to search his house carefully to see what the original owner left for him.

First, start searching from the most important original owner's bedroom. The house is large, but there are not many doors. Kishida opened a room casually, and fortunately it was directly a bedroom, with a large white bed, a desk, and a camera on it. There are also some posters of band stars in the room, but Kishida doesn't know any of them.

Hmm, there is a strange smell. As soon as he walked in, Kishida smelled a familiar smell. He sniffed it carefully and it was a bit like heather. Hey~~ Kishida understood something.

Frowning, Kishida walked towards the table, fumbled for a while, and sighed with disappointment. He didn't find the original owner's diary that he wanted to find.

Damn, as an unserious person, he didn't write a diary! ?

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