Chapter 67 What is the relationship between you looking for a black cat and my black tie
Shiraishi turned his head and glanced at the cafe. Through the glass door, he could see Butterfly Ninja walking back behind the counter empty-handed.
He was still not at ease and was going to carry the fire extinguisher to the house.
Just as he walked to the door, Conan suddenly shouted from behind: "Black Cat!"
"?" Bai Shi retracted his hand to push the door, lowered his head and looked at his feet.
There was only a piece of floor tile under his feet, and there was no unidentified wild cat trying to sneak into the restaurant. With the creature's keen sense of smell, Shiraishi was worried that they would be smoked to death as soon as they entered the store.
There was nothing on the ground, so he looked at the branches and signs next to him. Not to mention the cat, he didn't see a single cat hair.
"Where is it?" Shiraishi turned his head without finding anything and asked Conan who reminded him of the cat.
As a result, he saw the child staring at him like an X-ray machine, touching his chin, not knowing what he was looking at.
After a few seconds, he walked away thoughtfully.
"..." Shiraishi, "?"
He walked back into the store inexplicably, picked up the fire extinguisher as planned, and walked around behind the counter.
Butterfly Ninja raised his head and smiled at him: "There are indeed no cats around. When that child called 'Black Cat', he was looking at you."
"...looking at me and shouting? He won't think of me as a wanted criminal codenamed 'Black Cat', right?"
Shiraishi tried his best to recall the original work, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember that there was a character named "Black Cat" in it.
After a while, Shiraishi had no choice but to give up relying on spoilers and start thinking instead:
"The only person he has seen recently who can be related to 'Black' is probably when I appeared in 'Mask'. But I'm not called Black Cat, I'm clearly called Black Collar... ah."
He suddenly stopped.
"Black cat, black tie..."
Bai Shi muttered these two words in a low voice, and gradually realized something: "Is my vest so loose?"
"The distance between the second floor and the coffee shop is no more than five meters, which is within the range that I can move." Butterfly Ninja answered the question. She looked at Shiraishi with a puzzled face and said with a bit of temptation:
"It is said that people will lose their memory after encountering too many [beep——] experiences."
"..." What on earth did you say? It was blocked!
Having said that, Shiraishi was really excited when he heard the word "amnesia". This was indeed a very labor-saving solution.
But... "Will the system allow you to attack people in this world?"
Butterfly Ninja pushed her loose hair behind her ears and replied with a smile: "Of course this is not in line with the rules, so you need to pay a small fine."
She raised two slender fingers, her fingertips slowly came closer, and made a "a little bit" sign to Shiraishi.
Shiraishi asked rationally: "How much is a little bit?"
Butterfly Ninja paused slightly.
After a moment, she put down her hand, the smile on her face remained unchanged, but the volume became lower than the flapping of mosquito wings: "Five million."
"..."
The silence lasted for a full minute.
At the 61st second, Shiraishi sighed heavily:
"What gives you the illusion that I can take out five million? And what good does it do to you if I am poor? Don't you want the pot?"
Butterfly Ninja covered his lips with a mask and said with a smile:
"You don't have to pay it all at once. The fine will be advanced from your future salary. As for me...it's quite boring to stay here every day. The thought of playing with that child makes me very happy."
He's actually the type who wants to trick people whenever he's bored... Speaking of this, Shiraishi suddenly noticed a problem.
Yesterday, he used that magical little ammunition to stun Conan, and then threw him into the tool room and tied him up for more than ten minutes without deducting a penny. The fine was five million...
"You don't really mean to make him stupid."
"I don't know about that. After all, I haven't tried how much damage is required to make someone lose their memory."
Butterfly Ren took out a small needle with a hook from nowhere. The tip of the needle was completely black, and occasionally a burst of colorful light flashed on it.
"...Because you can't go out, are you going crazy at home?" Shiraishi's eyes twitched twice.
"Maybe." Butterfly Ninja sighed lightly, and suddenly said with a hint, "You are the one who summoned me, and you can put any restrictions on me, of course, including 'don't hurt innocent people'.
"
"Moreover, as an employee who has signed a contract with the 'Good Guy System', you also have rules that you must abide by. If you violate the rules excessively, you will be terminated."
Butterfly Ninja narrowed his eyes, smiled at Shiraishi again, and said meaningfully: "Don't be contaminated by power."
The store was silent for a while.
After a while, the Butterfly Ninja saw Shiraishi turn his head without saying a word and go home.
...Is this the first time I’ve seen a store manager with such a serious look on his face, and it scares me?
Butterfly Ren smiled and turned around, preparing to hide the burnt pot in the pool.
Before I could touch the pot handle, the door creaked open again.
Butterfly Ninja turned his head in confusion and saw Shiraishi walking out holding a thick book of "Criminal Law", a notepad, and a pen:
"Why didn't you tell me about such an important thing earlier? Come on, I have nothing to do these days. I will tailor a 'Coffee Shop Clerk Rules' for you."
As the pile of things fell on the table with a dunk, Butterfly's smile froze.
Seeing Shiraishi pulling up a bench and having already finished writing the beginning, she said helplessly:
"...I'm just joking. I'm just using my own analogy to remind you not to do illegal things for your own selfish desires in reality, such as killing people and silencing them."
Baishi stopped and looked up at her with empty eyes: "Is that so?"
"Yeah!" Butterfly Ninja nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "So these rules..."
"It's true that I can do anything to you."
"..." Butterfly Ninja nodded slowly and slightly.
"Very good, let's continue." Baishi felt very comfortable. He didn't open the criminal law book, but wrote something else first.
——It’s long past time for legislation to limit her excessive persecution of pot.
…
By the time the 32-karat notebook was full, the Butterfly Ninja's face was already darker than the sky outside.
Shiraishi admired her quite a bit, she could still laugh even though she was like this, but her laughter was so weird...
The rules are formulated and take effect immediately.
Butterfly Ren took a deep breath and began to deal with the sink that she had been unwilling to touch. There were too many residues of failed products in it.
Shiraishi put the notebook back into the room in a happy mood, found a place to put it away, then lay down on the bed, called up the light screen, and opened the bulletin in the upper left corner that he had not opened for a long time.
After coming to this somewhat fantasy world and getting a series of props, his ideas were indeed much bolder than before.
The announcement contains employee rules. Shiraishi has read these things before.
But at that time, he felt that these contents were things that he could easily abide by and had been doing, so he didn't really record them in his mind.
Now that the three views have been refreshed, it’s time to review them again.
After just reading a few lines, the densely packed small words made him more and more sleepy. Finally, Shiraishi struggled to pull up his pillow twice and slowly fell asleep.
Ten minutes later, the Q version assistant swung out from the corner of the screen, pulling on rabbit-shaped cotton slippers.
Like someone who wakes up in the middle of the night and finds that the lights in the living room are not turned off, she rubs her eyes and looks around the screen blankly, finally focusing on the bulletin board.
She walked over and took a look with her hands behind her back. She nodded seriously twice and understood what Shiraishi was thinking.
Then she walked to the right side of the dialog box, dragged the scroll bar like closing a thread when raising a flag, and turned the page to the last page.
The Q version assistant felt in her pajamas pocket and took out a pen. She approached the lower right corner of the bulletin board and drew a flashing police light on it with a few strokes, and wrote a few small words next to it: Trigger reminder.
Under her gaze, the slightly crooked police lights were quickly corrected and colored, and the handwritten fonts next to them were also changed into printed fonts.
The violation warning function was added successfully.
The Q version assistant withdrew her gaze with satisfaction, stood up, wrapped herself in the furry pajamas, and walked back out of the screen. Before the figure disappeared completely, she pressed twice on the corner of the screen, and the light screen suddenly went out.
Without the light source, Shiraishi's sleep was still uneasy.
In the dream, two law encyclopedias that were taller than him grinned and bared their teeth and chased him for half of Tokyo.