MTL - Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan-Chapter 469 On how to rob a black cat

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"Because I've seen him before." Maolilan blushed a little when she remembered that trip, "When I went to New York with Xinyi..."

She recounted the experience of meeting Shuichi Akai.

Conan hadn't recovered from the last emergency, and was filled with a bunch of information again, and he was even more confused.

In particular, he knew more things than Mauriland—for example, the murderer who was rescued by them, who looked like he committed suicide, but was actually killed by someone.

...is there an organized undercover in the fbi?

Conan's eyes darkened, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his future was hopeless.

However, as an iron-headed young man who is always full of self-confidence, when he walked all the way back to the Maori Detective Agency, he had recovered and quickly rekindled his fighting spirit-although the enemy was very powerful, he was not completely clueless, as long as he persisted Go down, and one day you will be able to bring it down.

What's more, Akai may not be a member of the organization. Although he looked fierce and robbed in the street, didn't he return the cat in the end.

Conan poured himself a bowl of chicken soup for the soul and became calm again.

Shiraishi pretended to enter the cafe.

After Conan and Mao Lilan went upstairs, it walked out the door again, found a stray cat nearby, and stuck the sender that Akai Shuichi had just posted on the innocent Lu cat.

It didn't handle the sender halfway through.

As soon as Akai Hidey met Maorilan and Conan, if he wanted to check, he could always find the address here. He threw away the sender halfway, but it was easy to be regarded as a ghost in his heart, causing some unnecessary trouble.

After that, Shiraishi returned to the cafe, moved his body to the table in the cafe and slept on his stomach, passed through the door behind the counter, and returned home.

…

Conan took advantage of Mao Lilan's cooking in the kitchen, left a note saying that he was going to play games at the Doctor's house, and then slipped out of the house excitedly.

When going downstairs, Conan held Takuya Itakura's diary disk, showed a smile of determination, and began to imagine what information he could gain from it.

But things didn't go as smoothly as he thought.

When passing by the back door of Shiraishi's house, the door suddenly opened, a hand stretched out and dragged Conan into the house, and then the door was locked again.

Conan was taken aback when he was grabbed by the collar. He took things related to the organization, and he was guilty of a guilty conscience. At this time, he was suddenly "attacked". The first reaction was that the suspicious Akai came after him. When he saw him going downstairs with the magnetic sheet, he started to attack him.

But soon Conan knew it wasn't.

After struggling to turn his head, he saw that carrying him was a black cat he hadn't seen in a while - the one with sunglasses and straight hair.

Conan's heart dropped when he mentioned his throat.

When he looked around, he found that there was no Akai Shinji, and the black cat didn't look like he was in a hurry, and he was not coerced, and he let go of the remaining half.

Then quickly tipped off:

"I met Shinji Akai just now with Xiao Ran and your cat. He asked if we had met... a curly-haired man who often wears a mask."

Conan did not directly use the phrase "I have seen you".

First, judging from the attitude that the black cat has repeatedly ignored his question, it seems that the black cat does not want to lose his horse, and forcing it may lead to being beaten.

In addition, this also makes it easier for the black cat to figure out the situation.

After speaking, Conan raised his ears, thinking that he might be able to find out some news - such a sudden situation, the black cat should have some reaction.

Conan didn't expect to hear Black Cat's analysis and evaluation of this incident. He just felt that there should be a frown and contemplation, or a disdainful sneer... He could also judge the seriousness of the incident based on this.

However, to his surprise, when the black cat heard this, he leaned over and approached, as if he wanted to say something secret.

Conan was stunned for a second, then leaned forward in flattery, and listened with bated breath.

However, I didn't hear a word, I just felt that my hand was empty - the black cat bent over to take the disk he was holding, and then stood up straight again.

"...?" Conan was stunned.

He subconsciously replayed the picture just now in his mind, and was shocked to find that if he didn't talk about his impressions, he would just look at the behavior of the black cat this time...

This is exactly the script that worries me the most!

—The organization members heard that Itakura Taku was dead, the organization members paid attention to the people around Itakura Taku, and the organization members found Edogawa Conan who took away the disk...

According to this development, the next step is definitely to kill the mouth.

Shouldn't the black cat...

Thinking of this, Conan broke out in a cold sweat. When encountering things related to the Black Organization, he has always had a tendency to be persecuted and delusional, and it is difficult to change.

He thought that although the black cat is an undercover agent, the undercover status is not exactly the same as a good person. In order to completely infiltrate the target organization, undercover agents often try their best to assimilate themselves with the people in the organization. Dirty is nasty... Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to dive in at all.

In short, Conan now feels that he has become the price of the black cat's smooth lurking.

He regretted that he didn't confirm whether there was a bug here, so now the words have been spoken, and he couldn't wash them if he wanted to. While subconsciously looking for Shiraishi, I felt that this was probably the only way to survive at the moment... However, I didn't see anyone at all, maybe they had been moved away, or maybe they were sleeping somewhere.

Shiraishiyan saw that Conan's expression changed from dazed, to shocked, and finally turned into a heroic look that was about to die... It was inexplicable.

He thought for a second, feeling that it would be a very huge project to completely straighten out and understand Conan's brain circuits at the moment, so he felt like giving up.

Shiraishi took two steps to the living room, and when he looked back, seeing that Conan was not following, he went back and took him away.

He pulled out a dining chair and put the petrified Conan on it, then sat across from him.

"I want this." Shiraishi tapped the table twice with the disk, reminding Conan to return to his senses, "As a reward, I can give you some information."

"...?" Conan sat up carefully, feeling that the situation was different from what he thought. It seems that there is no need to sacrifice.

What followed was a surprise - the black cat was going to tell him information, and it wasn't a one- or two-word statement, it was "some"!

The surprise is over~www.novelbuddy.com~ Conan couldn't hold back his curiosity and looked at the disk on the table.

If it was an ordinary thing, or something of a little value, the black cat would probably just take it away, and wouldn't tell him so much at all.

If it were more expensive, you might be able to hear the verbal thanks from the black cat.

But now, the information in here can actually make the black cat willing to exchange information... What kind of valuable information is this?

Conan couldn't help but visually check the distance between the black cat and himself, and then glanced at the anesthesia watch on his wrist unconsciously.

After realizing what he was thinking, he took a deep breath and suppressed the unreliable thought.

Now, at least I can hear what the black cat has to say, but if I can't hold back...

"...cough cough."

Conan raised his head and looked at the person across the table without squinting, with a serious face, pretending that he was not thinking about anything just now.