The Q-version assistant shook her head twice and continued to look at him from the corner of the wall. Judging from her disapproval, she seemed to be very dissatisfied with the matching effect of this outfit.
"Can you blame me?" Bai Shi noticed her disgust and felt that the blame should not fall only on his back, but someone else must be dragged along to bear it:
"Look at you, you have so many sets of clothes that you can't change them every day. When I get here, I only have this set of clothes. I can't take them off or change them. I'm still treated as a suspicious person when I appear in public... What's your conscience?
Doesn’t it hurt?”
"..." The Q-version assistant looked back at the screen, gradually showing an expression of shame, and retreated from the corner.
Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief. No one he knew was watching, so the pressure of changing clothes was much less.
But before he could finish breathing, the corner of his eye flashed, and the Q version assistant came out again.
This time, she had something extra in her hand.
Shiraishi was originally a little surprised - could it be that just after complaining, a new skin was released immediately?
However, after taking a closer look, I discovered that the Q-version villain was actually holding a skirt. It was still in the sweet Lolita style. The skirt was covered with layers of fluffy tulle, with lace embedded on the edge.
Decorated with some sparkling gems.
The Q version assistant held the skirt, looked at it again and again, and even touched it twice, as if he was reluctant to part with it.
However, after looking up at Bai Shi's clothes for a while, she still reached out with a slightly trembling hand and handed the skirt out. Her face was still expressionless, but there seemed to be tears of reluctance in the corners of her eyes.
"..."
Shiraishi's eyes twitched twice, he picked up the baseball cap and put it on his head, straightening the brim of the hat, "You can keep it for yourself. After such a comparison, I suddenly feel that my body is very youthful, beautiful, and handsome."
When the Q-version assistant was stunned for a moment and looked down at the little skirt in her hand suspicious of Mr. Q, Baishi summoned the fox, gave a few instructions, then put it into the pocket of his hoodie and turned off the light screen.
, walked out in small steps.
The pockets of the hoodie are also quite large. They are the kind that open on the belly and allow two hands to be inserted in from both sides.
Shiraishi originally bought the gloves as a cover, but now they can be used to cover the fox's whereabouts.
Shiraishi walked as naturally as possible and walked to the seat where Gin and Vodka had been sitting. There were no new passengers here yet.
He sat on the outermost chair, and the fox cleverly used his cover to sneak onto the chair, put his nose up and smelled it, then jumped to the ground and tiptoed to lead Shiraishi.
There really weren't many passengers today, and most of them were doing their own thing and didn't notice anything unusual on the ground.
Occasionally, a few people looked over, but they just showed surprised expressions. No one wanted to report to the flight attendant for the time being.
Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief, and when he started walking again, his pace became much calmer.
…
On the other side, Conan escaped early, and the alarm operation also went very poorly.
The flight attendant didn't take what he said seriously at all, thinking he was just another kid who had watched too many police movies.
So Conan also made the same decision as Shiraishi, wanting to find where the bomb was by himself first.
Of course, it was impossible for him to suddenly pull out a fox, so Conan began to desperately recall every word Vodka and Gin said, trying to find out the characteristics of their transaction partner.
Conan's short-term memory seems to be no worse than that of a tape recorder.
After replaying the conversation between the two in his mind, he caught the "overlook" that Gin had mentioned and guessed that the transaction partner was on the second floor.
Since the dining car was not non-smoking, he deduced from Vodka's words "I can finally smoke" that the transaction partner hated the smell of smoke, and thought that person was most likely to sit in the non-smoking car.
The second floor is also non-smoking.
Of the 18 compartments in the entire car, only one of these compartments meets the conditions.
Conan quickly rushed into the target car. It was already considered a VIP seat, and there were fewer people than below.
He looked over one by one and found that only four people were carrying black briefcases.
——A kind-faced old man, an ordinary social beast, a well-dressed woman, and a majestic man covered in gold chains and gold watches, with sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and eyebrows that are about to catch up with the thick beard.
After glancing around at these people, Conan's eyes settled on the last person.
He looks so suspicious, his figure and aura are similar to Vodka. If they say they are the same person, Conan would believe it...
The only problem is that the man with the gold chain placed his briefcase too high - actually on the overhead luggage rack.
This is inconsistent with the information that "the transaction partner thought there were fragile items in the box", but it should not be taken lightly. Maybe this is a very careless person.
After some thought, Conan decided to start with the most suspicious guy.
He patted his face to make his expression look more like a child, then trotted over and looked at the opening of the luggage rack above: "Uncle, my paper plane has flown over there, can I pick it up?"
The man put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at him, his expression looked unhappy, as if he wanted to refuse.
But he obviously underestimated the naughty kid's ability to act.
——While asking, Conan had quickly passed him and walked to the inside. Then he climbed up on the thick back of the chair, muttering "Hey, where did it fall?" He touched the luggage rack with his hand and started.
Unpacking secretly.
But the lock of this briefcase was made of metal, and Conan didn't lock it immediately, making a crisp "click" sound.
The man with the gold chain changed his expression and suddenly raised his head from behind the newspaper.
Seeing Conan fidgeting with his luggage, he shouted in a panic: "Don't touch it!" At the same time, he grabbed Conan's arm and pulled the child off the back of the chair.
One of Conan's hands was still holding the briefcase firmly, but suddenly he pulled it, causing the bag to roll over their heads and plummet to the ground.
Both of their expressions changed drastically. Thinking of Gin's malicious words "It will explode if it is violently shaken", Conan was so frightened that his pupils shrank to a point.
He threw the man away suddenly and rushed over to try to intercept it, but his speed could not keep up with the free-falling briefcase, and he could only watch it hit the ground...
Then someone held it firmly in his hand.
Conan couldn't hold back his momentum and fell to the ground.
He rubbed his sore knees and raised his head with a feeling of joy after a disaster. Looking over the top of the briefcase, he saw a huge hat brim and a very familiar mask hidden under the shadow of the hat brim.