Shiraishi didn't notice him approaching at all, and this protagonist with a very low presence was well-deserved.

Seeing Shiraishi's answer, Conan raised his head again and looked at him in confusion.

Before the child could ask again, Shiraishi slapped him on the top of his head and rubbed him hard. He said worriedly: "You are lost again, kid? It is very dangerous to leave the adult without authorization."

"No...*^%*..." The power gap was there, and Conan was pressed and could not speak for a moment.

Shiraishi took the opportunity to pull him away and returned to the corridor. Sure enough, he saw Ran Maori and Kogoro Maori nearby.

The two were attracted by the movements here and looked over at the same time.

Shiraishi handed Conan over and told him to take a few words to pay attention to the child.

Ran Maori nodded repeatedly, and she also touched Conan's head, re-tightening the child's hair: "Mr. Shiraishi is right, you can't slip away by yourself in the future!"

When Ran Maori is there and there is no case, Conan usually restrains himself.

He looked at Shiraishi and swallowed his questions silently.

There was indeed no abnormal movement in the dark room just now.

Perhaps it’s just that this neighbor is curious, the type of person who wants to run in when he sees the “Please don’t enter” brand… To be honest, he is the same.

"However, I didn't expect Mr. Shiraishi would come to visit too." When he met an acquaintance outside, Ran Maori was a little happy, "I thought you were not interested in these."

After she mentioned this, Shiraishi remembered what he advised her not to come yesterday.

...Thinking about it, there is a slap in the face.

He cleared his throat: "I thought about it after I went home yesterday, and I thought what you said made sense and was about to go bankrupt. If you don't come here, you may not be able to see it in the future."

"Yes, and I only realized that this exhibition hall is really good. I should have come here early." Ran Maori looked around with emotion.

After a while, she suddenly thought of something and invited her, "Will you visit together in the future? My dad and Conan"

She pointed to the two people who had just gotten free and immediately slipped to the bench next to her rest, sighing: "There is no art at all. No matter what I say, I just use 'oh' to reply to me."

Unfortunately, I don't have art cells, either...

Shiraishi said tactfully: "I came early and I have finished shopping. You guys can play first."

"That's it..." Ran Mori looked at the "friend" and waved his hand with great regret, "See you next time!"

Shiraishi nodded and turned around and left.

Seeing his back gradually disappearing in the corridor, Conan trotted to Ran Maori: "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 didn't actually leave.

As soon as he left the restaurant, he entered the convenience store next to him and bought a bento.

Then while having lunch, she sat in front of the tables and chairs in the store and stared at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

After looking at the deadline for the task, Shiraishi decided to open the [mask] and sneak in with 35 minutes left.

If Shihua wants to achieve his ideal results, he must choose the moment when the curator of the Lost and Matsuku are present at the same time and there is no one else around him.

Also, it would be best if both of them were not too far from that oil painting.

No matter how you think about it, these are all conditions that can only be met at the crime scene...

...

When the time came, 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 the mask at the moment he had chosen, aimed at the place he had just seen, and rushed out.

Unfortunately, the "Please Don't Enter" exhibition hall was on the side further away from this convenience store.

On the other side of the art gallery is an open-air flower exhibition. Compared to throwing your body outside, Shiraishi felt that it would be convenient to take a little bit of a walk in the Medieval Art Exhibition Hall.

As the 5-second countdown approaches, Shiraishi passes through the last wall in the planned and appears in an unmanned bathroom.

From here, to the "forbidden entry" exhibition hall, you only need to turn two turns and walk more than ten meters.

There are few tourists in the museum, and the exhibition hall closest to this bathroom has already "please do not enter", so there is almost no one here.

Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction. Just as he was about to leave the "transfer station", the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open by creaking, and a child walked in yawning.

The door clicked and closed behind him, Conan rubbed his eyes and opened his eyes, realizing that there was someone else in the bathroom.

He originally thought it was another guest, but he didn't expect that as soon as he looked up, a strange mask immediately jumped into his eyes.

Shiraishi looked at Conan and raised his hand and pressed his forehead. Does this kid have any "abnormal event perception radar"?

"Ah sneezing!" A sneezing sound came from the corridor outside the toilet door, sounding like a girl.

This made Shiraishi realize something immediately.

...Conan is already here, so will Ran Maori and Kogoro Maori still be far away?

If the father and daughter were also called over and without props, he would not be able to beat them either.

Conan was also extremely surprised. He looked at the bathroom without windows like a ghost, and then looked at the mysterious and weird man opposite him again.

Confused with his face for a moment, Conan subconsciously lifted the cover of the watch and raised his wrist.

Almost at the same time, a translucent sphere the size of a fingernail rolled under his feet, hitting his shoe upper, and suddenly exploded. This was also one of the small toys developed by Butterfly Ninja.

The explosion was very slight, and Conan didn't even hear it, and only felt that the smell of the air around him was not right.

By the time his brain came to this conclusion, he was already dizzy and sat on the ground slid against the door.

In his gradually blurred vision, Conan saw the man wearing a half-faced mask showing a strange smile, then he pulled out a pointed kitchen knife and walked slowly, fresh blood fell to the ground drop by drop by drop along the blade.

Conan's pupils shrank suddenly. He killed someone in the bathroom just now?!

You must call the police...but... after... you will be silenced...

Fragile thoughts flashed through Conan's stagnant mind.

However, it turns out that common anesthetic needles cannot enhance their resistance to anesthetics.

Conan tried hard to stay awake, but it didn't work whether he bit his tongue or pinched his fingers. Soon, his eyes went completely dark and he experienced the scene that Kogoro Mouri was usually experiencing.

Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the immediate effect. He put away the [Bloody Kitchen Knife] and walked two meters away from Conan.

After tens of seconds of silence, after the anesthesia gas condensed within a certain range dissipated, Shiraishi walked over and lifted Conan up and threw it into the tool room.

It's okay if this child was not discovered. Once he was seen, if he was left awake, he still didn't know what he would do.

Thinking of the power of Conan Bear after he got up, and thinking about the duration of the effect of this anesthesia prop... Shiraishi had already walked to the door, but he returned with concern.

He opened the door of the tool room, picked up the water pipe on the ground, and used it to wrap it around the ignorant Conan for several times, tightened it like a cabbage, and finally turned an empty large plastic bucket upside down and grabbed the person.

Perfect.

This should be the only way to keep him for a while. By then, the task will be almost completed.

Although Shiraishi reserved more than thirty minutes for himself, it shouldn't be that long in fact.

Close the door of the tool room, Shiraishi looked down at the floor a few times, turned around and walked into a compartment.

He pulled out some paper, wiped the blood dripping from the "bloody kitchen knife" one by one, and threw the paper into the toilet and flushed it away. Although professional testing cannot be avoided this way, it is enough to just not be noticed for the time being.

The amount of bleeding from the kitchen knife is quite large.
Chapter completed!