Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

Compared with yesterday, in addition to a slight increase in tourists, there are some more collections in the pavilion, which look old and expensive, and seem to be donated by the owner of Zhenzhong.

Conan looked around and found the bathroom where he met the man in black yesterday.

Conan's luck seems to be good, there is no one in the bathroom.

He dragged out the "Cleaning" sign, propped it at the door, and slipped in.

The toilet was filled with lavender-smelling freshener, and there seemed to be a hint of disinfectant in it.

Conan felt bad when he smelled it. But it's all coming... He decided to finish it as planned.

He leaned against the door, looked up at the air in front of him, and recalled where the black cat was at the time. Find a nearby location.

He then put on a mask and gloves and turned off the lights in the toilet.

In this toilet, there is no window that leads directly to the outside world, but after turning off the lights, the room is completely dark.

Conan measured his pace, walked back to the position he just determined, squatted down, and sprayed some luminol reagent on the ground.

A large swath of blue-violet fluorescence quickly flashed on the ground.

Seeing this posture, Conan sighed in disappointment.

After a while, he squeezed the medicine bottle with a lot of reagents left, and stretched his arm and sprayed a little to the side, but it was the same situation.

The luminol reagent is a bug in the sensitivity of bloodstain detection, but this artifact is occasionally affected by other factors.

— Disinfectants commonly used when cleaning toilets are one of the "factors".

Like blood, it will make the luminol reagent show that unique fluorescence, the only difference is that the fluorescence caused by blood stains will appear slower.

Conan originally thought that the exhibition hall was going to close down soon, and no one would be able to clean it carefully for a day or two, but the truth was different from what he thought.

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Failing to get any more useful clues from the Medieval Pavilion, Conan returned home listlessly.

However, before going up to the second floor, he looked at the cafe on the first floor and was suddenly startled.

Anyway, the "suspect" is so close to you, why don't you... try to deceive him?

It is also a good way to suddenly ask difficult questions and observe the reaction of the other party...

The more Conan thought about it, the more feasible it became. After a few seconds, he finally made up his mind and came to the door of the cafe.

The lights were on in the store, but for some reason, the light was dim, as if there was a layer of fog.

Conan was lying on the edge of the door, looking in, he vaguely saw two people behind the counter.

But before he could see more clearly, he leaned forward and accidentally pushed the door open a crack.

Conan originally did not take this small accident seriously.

But at this moment, a very strange smell suddenly rushed into his nostrils.

"...Ah! Ahh!"

Conan covered his nose and backed away, uncontrollably sneezing, one after another, unable to stop.

After more than ten seconds, his eyes were a little blurry, and Conan struggled to stay away from the store door with his eyes full of physiological tears.

At this moment, he saw the small female clerk come out, pinched his nose with one hand, and quickly dropped a drop of cold potion into his mouth with the other hand.

The unstoppable sneezing finally stopped, Conan raised his head dizzily and looked at the two people in front of him.

Butterfly Ninja and Shiraishi are looking at him with kindness and a little bit of evasion of responsibility.

Then they took off their masks and goggles, and chatted with themselves: "The new product has not been successfully developed. Has the pepper you bought been injected with water?"

"No one pours water into the chili, it must be your recipe..." Shiraishi raised his hand and fanned the wind around his nose and mouth, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

Although I knew they were discussing new dishes, Conan almost thought it was some kind of biological weapon that smelled just now...

He looked at the sweet-looking girl, and at Shiraishi, who was accustomed to this situation. With lingering fears, he took two steps away from the door.

When Maurilan came home the night before, he vigorously told him and Maori Kogoro about this coffee shop that is very close to their home and is said to be opening soon.

He also said that even if she was not at home, the two of them could eat well-balanced food.

Conan was really excited at first, but now...

No matter whether you can find out who the "black cat" is, at least you have something to gain today - you must not enter this store, and you must not eat anything in it, absolutely!

Just thinking about it, there was a faint sound of oil explosion in the store.

Baishi turned his head and looked inside vigilantly: "Have you turned off the fire?"

"Probably..." Butterfly Ren's voice fell, and he didn't say whether it was "probably closed" or "probably not closed".

She blinked her eyes, and quickly returned to the store as if nothing had happened: "I'll go and throw away the roasted things first. Boss, wait for the smell to dissipate before coming in~"