Two or three minutes later, a paparazzi finished handing over to a colleague on the night shift and walked home yawning.
He squatted Okino Yoko for a whole day, but got nothing. Seeing that there was no hope for this month's bonus, when he was sighing, he suddenly saw a strange man standing on the roadside.
The man was blindfolded with a scarf and stood shivering in the corner. The paparazzi looked at him strangely when they passed by. A few seconds later, he slapped his forehead.
——Although the upper half of the weirdo’s face is covered, judging from the body shape and the lower half of his face, isn’t this the one who has become popular recently?
What a bonus from heaven! Yesterday I just helped an old man who fell down, and today I encountered this kind of gossip that fell from the sky. Sure enough, good people are rewarded.
The paparazzi happily took out his camera. He had already thought of the title of the material: Shock! In the middle of the night, the popular young star was blindfolded on the street...
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Shiraishi's first attempt to make extra money failed miserably.
After the car drove away, Toru Amuro calmly explained the reason to him - if Shirakura was asked to transfer money, they needed to prepare an account that was not afraid of being traced, and if it was a cash transaction, if the other party called the police, their whereabouts would be easily locked.
In short, for tens of millions of yen, it is not worth spending so much effort.
Shiraishi was a little disappointed. He felt that cash transactions should not be detected so easily.
But he soon thought that Toru Amuro had been in the organization for so many years, so he should be very familiar with these shady channels. But he knew nothing about the methods of tracing the flow of cash in this world.
There are not even as many robberies here as there are murders, perhaps because they are more advanced in tracing stolen money...
In addition, after learning that a popular model had only a small amount of savings, Shiraishi lost much interest in the matter.
If you have the energy to think about this, you might as well take on a few outsourcing tasks to engage in blasting. This way you can improve your skills and earn about the same remuneration.
The two separated downstairs at the Amuro Detective Office. Toru Amuro went to deal with the pack of disks, while Shiraishi turned into an alley, transformed into an inconspicuous cat, and walked home with the ball.
But this time, there seemed to be someone outside the house.
Bai Shi stopped in the distance and saw Hui Yuan Ai standing at the door of the store holding a lunch box and looking down at his watch.
Today is the first day of Haihara Ai’s elementary school career.
Shiraishi originally thought that she and Conan would also go to Professor Hirota's house tonight to try to find the disk containing drug information.
But now it seems that it may be because Miyano Akemi's memory has been blurred, and Haibara Ai can't remember this incident.
Shiraishi hid in a corner and returned to his true form.
Haiyuan Ai noticed someone approaching, turned around and saw that it was Bai Shi. She raised her hand and handed over the lunch box: "If you come one minute later, I will leave."
"I have something to do today." Shiraishi weighed the still warm lunch box. It felt heavier than usual. Are there any extra dishes today?
"Young people must eat on time, otherwise they are prone to stomach problems. You are already 1 hour and 32 minutes later than usual." Haiyuan Ai tapped his watch and made a rigorous criticism.
After the meal was delivered, she was ready to leave. But before leaving, she suddenly thought of something.
"That's right." Hui Yuan Ai glanced upstairs and raised his finger at Bai Shi mysteriously.
When Shiraishi squatted down, Haibara Ai came close to him and whispered in his ear: "Kudo Shinichi has a problem here due to the side effects of the medicine."
She nodded her head:
"Anyway, don't trust his words too much. He is no longer the famous detective who makes prisoners afraid of him. If he wants to do something stupid in the future, stop him if you can. If you can't stop him, just leave him and run away."
"...?" Shiraishi was a little confused when he heard that. Apart from Conan having too rich imagination and being too impulsive when encountering events related to the black organization, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.
If I have to say it, Shiraishi feels that the recent Conan is a bit more powerful than he was as Kudo Shinichi, although he is still very capable of seeking death.
"Okay, that's all. Clean the lunch box yourself and take it with you when you have breakfast tomorrow."
The reminder has been given. Haiyuan Ai patted Bai Shi on the shoulder: "I'm going back to do my homework."
It was getting late, and Shiraishi originally wanted to see her off.
But after thinking about it, he felt that Haihara Ai would definitely refuse, so he simply went into the house, put down his lunch box and came out in the form of a cat.
After running half the street and just catching up with the person, Hui Yuan Ai was suddenly startled and turned around to look back.
"?" Bai Shi stood behind the telephone pole and looked at her expression with confusion. Why did he feel that the scientist was a little frightened?
Haiyuan Ai looked around for a long time and found no one around, so he had to attribute it to being overly sensitive and misreading the signs.
She didn't dare to take a leisurely walk anymore, so she wrapped her coat tightly and jogged back to the doctor's house.
After Hui Yuan Ai entered the door, Bai Shi released his form and returned to his true body.
After washing his hands and chewing on the spicy chicken wings in his lunch box, he gradually came back to his senses.
Haiyuan mourns her...
Afraid of walking at night?
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The next morning, when Shiraishi returned home after dinner, he heard the phone ringing in the cafe.
This phone used to be like a task issuing machine, but recently, it has the function of reminding people to eat.
Considering that I had just finished eating, this time, the phone was probably here to perform its duties...
Shiraishi glanced at the caller ID and had an idea.
He picked up the phone, and as expected, Mrs. Shiraishi's voice came from the other side - that is, the rented basic model Mom.
Mrs. Shiraishi’s tasks are still very casual.
She met a nouveau riche friend in Hawaii, who couldn't contact his daughter for several days. He was worried that her daughter was addicted to writing again and forgetting to eat and sleep, so she hoped that Shiraishi, who was also in Tokyo, would bring some food and went over to watch two
Eye.
Shiraishi wrote down the address, took out his mobile phone from his backpack, opened his mailbox and checked his text messages. There were no new messages in them. It seemed that he didn't have to go to work today.
He went to the supermarket to buy some water with peace of mind, rented a car, and drove to the address Mrs. Shiraishi gave him to feed the novelist named Nakamura Sad.
Following the route on the map, the car drove further and further, and finally reached the suburbs.
After parking the car, I saw that the place where Nakamura Sada lives is an old bungalow that has been beautifully renovated but looks a bit old.
Suburbs + villa, Shiraishi was instantly alert. This looked too much like a future murder scene.
Shiraishi almost wanted to call the police directly.
But if you can't tell the facts of the case, you will only be regarded as harassing the police.
In addition, sometimes, the police would become an obstacle to the mission. In the end, he did not dial the number, intending to see where he could trigger the mission first.
The most likely possibility is that Kogoro Mouri had a flat tire or got lost during his trip, and then came here to stay.
Shiraishi looked around and found no broken down vehicle. The murder probably hadn't started yet.
After thinking for a moment, he parked the car in the nearby bushes and got out of the car with snacks.
Originally he wanted to ring the doorbell, but Shiraishi's hand hung in front of the doorbell for a while and then put it down.
He turned around and knelt down, pushed a flower pot on the porch and picked up the spare key that was buried underneath. At the same time, he let the fox go to explore the way.