The next morning, Shiraishi found the hospital where Nakamura Sada was staying.
Nakamura Sada had regained consciousness at this time, and her body had become clean. She leaned on the hospital bed weakly, and finally looked like a beautiful writer.
She was a little surprised to see a stranger come to visit her. Shiraishi briefly introduced himself, told her in detail what happened yesterday, and finally handed over the jewelry watch.
Shiraishi didn't tell Nakamura Sada about the thieves group.
After all, the previous generation of the Shiraishi family and the Nakamura family also knew each other. It felt a bit awkward for him to tell Nakamura Sad that her grandfather was the leader of a band of thieves and how they made their fortune.
When she met Megure Police Department at the entrance of the hospital just now, Shiraishi heard him say that the two robbers had revealed the truth just after they woke up, and the police should tell her about this.
After Nakamura Sad listened carefully to what Shiraishi said, he hugged his pillow and sighed.
Although she felt her grandfather's thoughts, in a sense, it was precisely because the watch attracted gangsters to covet her that she was imprisoned for two or three days. Her body was weak and she could not submit the manuscript on time...
After thanking Shiraishi, the haggard Sada Nakamura put the watch back into the box and put it aside.
Shiraishi looked at the light screen secretly, and found with satisfaction that Grandpa Nakamura kept his word - the task had been completed.
He stood up and said goodbye, preparing to go home and stare at the fox doing his homework.
Entering the corridor and just closing the door, Shiraishi suddenly heard a surprised voice coming from the side: "Mr. Shiraishi!"
Bai Shi was startled, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Mao Lilan standing at the door of the next ward, with a primary school student at his feet.
After greeting the two of them, Shiraishi asked doubtfully: "Are you here to visit?"
Mao Lilan nodded helplessly.
Opening the door, there was a pale-looking Mouri Kogoro lying on the hospital bed next to the door.
The old man was wearing a cast on his leg and was sighing. When he was driving home last night, he was a little confused and accidentally drove the car onto the sidewalk and hit a street tree.
Shiraishi expressed his condolences with concern on his face, but in his heart he always felt that it was not that simple. I'm afraid there will be another case...
When Mao Lilan was taking care of Mao Li Kogoro, Conan secretly tugged on Shiraishi's sleeve.
Shiraishi thought of such an incident last night, not only in the hospital, but also in his shop.
The disadvantage of living next to the protagonist is that although he can pick up many tasks along with him, he will be regarded as an intelligence agent from time to time.
Fortunately, he had already made up all the questions he should have made up last night. If he asked any question, he would lose if he exceeded the question bank.
Shiroishi Station is located relatively inside, so of course Conan goes out first.
While his back was turned to this side and no one else was looking at him, Baishi opened the light screen and sent Hongye a private message.
Conan walked to a corner with few people.
Bai Shi retracted the light screen and lowered his eyes to see that his back was turned to him. His hand was itching to take out an anesthesia needle and stick it in.
Of course, he held back, and before Conan stopped, he seamlessly switched to the warm and good-guy smile.
Conan turned around without realizing it and handed Shiraishi a piece of paper mysteriously.
——He actually drew a portrait of Mask Mask. His painting skills are not very good, and he is not one-tenth as handsome as the original image, but the basic meaning can be expressed: self-made rolls, masks, especially masks.
Skull pattern on it.
Shiraishi was stunned. The mask mask actually hid such details? He didn't even pay much attention to it himself.
As he looked at the picture, Conan described all the behaviors he knew of Mask Mask, and finally asked: "Do you have any information about this person?"
"This must be the 'thief' who broke into the empty door yesterday, I heard Mr. Maoli say it."
Shiraishi handed the portrait back to him, and then shook his head under his expectant gaze: "I tried to check after I got home, but there is no such person in my information database, and I have no impression of him."
Conan didn't believe it at first.
But after meeting Shiraishi's sincere eyes, he thought about it and felt that it was indeed possible.
In the past, when Black Cat prevented murders, he could get to the point without any damage, as if he had obtained the strategy.
But yesterday he was in such a mess. The good white fox was stained like a rag, and he had to rely on the cat to find him medicine... If all this is because Shiraishi's intelligence is biased, then this situation is...
It makes sense.
Thinking of this, Conan had a new idea: "Black Cat hasn't contacted you? Does he have any clues?"
Shiraishi sighed worriedly: "I sent a message yesterday, but he never replied..."
Just as he said this, a message notification sound suddenly sounded on his body. The two of them were startled at the same time.
"Sorry, I forgot to mute."
Shiraishi took out his mobile phone and turned it to silent - of course this was not the black organization's special machine issued by the system, but the new mobile phone he had picked out before.
The times are changing faster and faster. It is really inconvenient not to have a mobile phone. Coupled with the recent surge in income, Shiraishi finally quit the "waiting party" and chose a mobile phone with rounded corners and a hard body that can be used as a shield when necessary.
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He lowered his head to open the message, read Hongye's free letter, and sighed again.
Although Conan held back his words, the curiosity in his body almost overflowed.
Shiraishi turned the screen frankly and gave him a look.
This made Conan's eyes light up - if it was for other matters, Shiraishi wouldn't need to show him his phone at all. Shiraishi's move showed that this fresh message was sent by the black cat.
He will definitely be able to bring useful information!
However, when I looked closer at the screen, there were only a few lines of words on it:
[I don’t know. Don’t check
PS: Stay away from the detective, bad luck]
"..." Conan's eyes twitched hard twice, who is the unlucky one?
There are few words and not much useful information.
But one thing Conan is sure of - Black Cat can't really know anything about the mute, otherwise he wouldn't be so decisive in leaving the message "Don't check".
It seems that the mute is really dangerous... Could it be that his previous guess was wrong? In fact, he is related to the black organization, a faction that does not like to make noise and prefers assassinations?
Conan thought as he moved his gaze upward, trying to peek at the phone number or notes.
For this model of mobile phone, if there is a remark, the original number cannot be seen.
Conan glanced at it and was stunned by the note.
"...110?" he repeated in surprise.
"Yeah." Bai Shi was good-tempered and didn't care about his random glances. "He is too trouble-making. If I just write down my name, if my phone is lost and one of his enemies picks it up, I will be in danger.
"Remark it as 110. If it is mixed with public numbers such as 119, 177, and 188, it will be easily ignored. You can also do this in normal times." Shiraishi suggested in a friendly manner.
"Haha, thank you, I will consider it." Conan laughed dryly. Although it seems to make sense... but you are too cautious!
Or does it mean that Black Cat already has so many enemies?
Conan was speechless for a moment, then wanted to click on the number details.
But Shiraishi took back the phone before he touched the button, as if he was embarrassed: "This..."
"...Okay, I understand, you can't tell me." Conan pressed his forehead tiredly.
If I had only vaguely felt that Black Cat disliked me before, judging from the notes in the text message just now, my intuition was quite accurate. He was indeed disliked.