Shiraishi didn't notice him approaching at all. This protagonist with a very low sense of presence lived up to his reputation.
When Shiraishi didn't answer, Conan raised his head again and looked at him doubtfully.
Before the child could ask again, Shiraishi slapped his head on the head, rubbed it hard, and said worriedly: "Kid, are you lost again? It's very dangerous to leave an adult without permission when you go out."
"No...*&^%&*..." The power gap was there, and Conan was staggering and speechless for a moment.
Shiraishi took the opportunity to drag him away and returned to the corridor, where he saw Mao Lilan and Mao Li Kogoro nearby.
The two of them were attracted by the movement here and looked over at the same time.
Shiraishi handed Conan over and told him a few words about watching over the children.
Mao Lilan nodded repeatedly. She also touched Conan's head and straightened the child's messy hair: "Mr. Shiraishi is right, you can't run away by yourself in the future!"
When Mao Lilan is around and there is no case, Conan usually becomes more restrained.
He looked at Shiraishi and silently swallowed his doubts.
There was indeed no movement in the dark room just now.
Maybe this neighbor is just curious, the type who wants to run inside when he sees a "Keep Out" sign... To be honest, I am the same way.
"However, I didn't expect that Mr. Shiraishi would also come to visit." Mao Lilan was a little happy when she met an acquaintance outside, "I thought you were not interested in these."
When she mentioned it like this, Shiraishi remembered what he had told her not to come yesterday.
...It’s a bit of a slap in the face when I think about it.
He cleared his throat: "I thought about it after I went home yesterday, and I think what you said makes sense - it's about to close down. If you don't come here, you may not see it again."
"Yes, and I didn't know until I came here that this exhibition hall is really good. I should have come here earlier." Mao Lilan looked around with emotion.
After a moment, she suddenly thought of something and invited: "Would you like to visit together later? My dad and Conan——"
She pointed at the two people who immediately slipped to rest on the bench next to them as soon as they were free, and sighed: "I don't have any artistic skills at all. No matter what I say, they only reply to me with 'oh'."
Unfortunately, I don’t have artistic talent either…
Baishi said tactfully: "I came earlier and have already finished shopping. You can play first."
"Well..." Mao Lilan looked at this "comrade" and waved her hand with regret, "See you next time!"
Bai Shi nodded, turned and left.
Watching his back gradually disappearing in the corridor, Conan trotted up to Mao Lilan: "Sister Xiaolan, why do you think he is not interested in these things? Have you talked about it?"
"Well, when I came back from school yesterday..."
…
Shiraishi actually didn't leave.
As soon as he left the exhibition hall, he went into the convenience store next to him and bought a lunch box.
Then while having lunch, I sat in front of the tables and chairs provided in the store and stared at the entrance of the exhibition hall.
After looking at the countdown to the deadline of the mission, Shiraishi decided to sneak in with [Personal Mask] when there were 35 minutes left.
——In order for Ishika to achieve his ideal effect, he must choose a moment when Director Ochiai and Manaka are present at the same time, and there is no one else around.
In addition, it is best for both of them not to be too far away from the oil painting.
No matter how you think about it, these are the conditions that only a crime scene can meet...
…
When the time was almost up, Shiraishi went to buy another cup of coffee and placed it on the table in front of him.
Then he looked at the countdown, activated his mask at the moment he chose, aimed at the place he had just chosen, and rushed out.
Unfortunately, the "Keep Out" pavilion is on the far side from this convenience store.
On the other side of the art museum was an open-air flower exhibition. Rather than throwing his body outside, Shiraishi thought it would be more convenient to take a short detour into the Medieval Art Exhibition Hall.
When the 5-second countdown was about to end, Shiraishi passed through the last wall in the plan and appeared in an empty restroom.
From here to the "no entry" exhibition hall, you only need to turn two corners and go forward for more than ten meters.
There are very few tourists in the museum, and the exhibition hall closest to this restroom has been "no entry", so almost no one comes here.
Shiraishi breathed a sigh of satisfaction and was about to leave this "transit station" when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open and a child yawned and walked in.
The door closed behind him with a click. Conan rubbed his eyes and opened them, realizing that there was someone else in the bathroom.
He originally thought it was another guest, but as soon as he raised his head, a strange mask immediately came into view.
Shiraishi looked at Conan, raised his hand and pressed his forehead. Does this child have some "abnormal event sensing radar"...
"Sneeze!" There was a faint sound of sneezing in the corridor outside the toilet door. It sounded like a girl.
This made Shiraishi realize something immediately.
...Conan is already here, so will Mao Lilan and Mao Li Kogoro be far away?
If the father and daughter were called over, he wouldn't be able to beat them without props.
Conan was also extremely surprised. He looked at the windowless bathroom like a ghost, and then looked at the mysterious and strange man opposite.
Confused for a moment, Conan subconsciously opened the cover of the watch and raised his wrist.
Almost at the same time, a translucent sphere the size of a fingernail rolled to his feet, hit the upper of his shoe, and suddenly exploded - this was also one of the small toys developed by Butterfly Ninja.
The sound of it exploding was so slight that Conan didn't even hear it. He only felt that the smell of the surrounding air was not right.
By the time his brain came to this conclusion, he was already dizzy and sat on the ground leaning against the door.
With his vision gradually blurring, Conan saw the man wearing a half-mask showing a strange smile. Then he pulled out a long and pointed kitchen knife and walked slowly over. Fresh blood flowed along the blade, drop by drop.
fell to the ground.
Conan's pupils shrank suddenly - he just killed someone in the bathroom?!
I have to call the police...but...if it's over...I'll be silenced...
Fragmented thoughts flashed through Conan's dull mind one after another.
However, it turns out that commonly used anesthetic needles cannot enhance one's own resistance to anesthetics.
Conan tried hard to stay awake, but no matter biting his tongue or pinching his fingers, it didn't work. Soon, his vision completely darkened, and he experienced a scene that Mouri Kogoro was accustomed to experience.
Seeing the immediate effect, Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief. He put away the "blood-stained kitchen knife" and walked two meters away from Conan.
After tens of seconds of silence, and after the anesthetic gas condensed within a certain range dissipated, Shiraishi walked over, picked up Conan, and threw him into the tool room.
It's a good thing the kid didn't notice him. Once he was spotted, if he was left awake, there's no telling what he would do.
Thinking of the power of Conan Bear after he got up, and the duration of the effect of this anesthesia prop... Shiraishi had already walked to the door, but he stepped back uneasy.
He opened the door of the tool room, picked up the water pipe on the ground, wrapped it tightly around the unconscious Conan several times, pressed it into a tight knot like tying cabbage, and finally tied an empty large plastic bucket
Turn it upside down and arrest the person.
Perfect.
This should keep him for a while longer. By then, the mission will be almost completed.
Although Shiraishi had reserved more than thirty minutes for himself, in fact, it shouldn't take that long.
After closing the door of the tool room, Shiraishi looked down at the floor for a few times, then turned and walked into a cubicle.
He pulled out some paper, wiped away the blood drops from the "bloody kitchen knife" one by one, and then threw the paper into the toilet and flushed it away. Although this would not avoid professional inspection, it would be fine as long as it was not noticed for the time being.
The amount of bleeding from the kitchen knife was quite large.