Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan - Chapter 405

The fire scene needs to be cleaned up, there are many people coming and going, and it is also noisy.

Shiraishi and Conan got into the car while listening carefully to Haibara Ai’s movements.

Conan originally wanted to persuade Shiraishi not to drive by himself, and to find a reliable driver to help.

But as soon as he heard the “serial kidnapping and murder case”, he couldn’t care about it.

Although there are many murders in Tokyo, serial kidnappings and murders are not common.

Conan immediately knew which Ai Haibara was referring to.

There has been a string of recent kidnappings of little girls, with victims ranging from 4 to 14 years old. The kidnappers first demanded ransom from the girl’s home, and after receiving the ransom, they deliberately delayed the handover of the hostages, leaving the hostages missing for a long time.

Until last week, there was only a slight progress in the case – the police found the girls’ blood-stained clothes and personal items in the suburbs, and also found two bodies, many people realized that the remaining girls who were kidnapped were probably Also bad luck.

“Mihua Midnight News” is a small software that is not very formal. The manuscript has a bit of a headline “Flower Girl Dies in the Wilderness, and the number of victims has risen to 6!” “, did not make it clear whether the victims were all dead or simply kidnapped.

The police have not been able to find the murderer so far, but now, Hai Yuanai actually knows…

If another elementary school student told him that the murderers of this horrific serial murder case were two high school juniors, Conan would think that she didn’t wake up, or that she had read too many detective stories.

But at this moment, the person opposite the detective badge is the Haibara Ai whose real age is unknown… By the way, she also mentioned the organization. This case is actually related to the Black Organization?

While thinking quickly, Conan glanced at Shiraishi in the driver’s seat, wanting to hear his opinion.

He heard Shiraishi ask at the detective badge, “Listen, are you in the car now? Is there anyone around?”

Haibara Ai held the detective badge and took a deep breath. Now that he has spoken, there is no way to hide it any longer, and they must be made aware of the seriousness of the situation as soon as possible:

“I’m in their trunk right now, and there are more than half a pack of 10,000-yen banknotes next to me. I didn’t count them, but the amount is probably more than 80 million. In addition, there is a hacksaw that is suspected to be a murder weapon. There is blood on it, and the corners There was a human head wrapped in newspaper.”

Conan was stunned when he heard this pile of things. He suddenly had a general idea in his heart, but he wasn’t sure, so he looked at Shiraishi subconsciously, wanting to answer the question with his friends.

Shiraishi looked straight ahead, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose unaccustomed to it—they just came from Conan, to locate the position of Haibara Ai.

After she enabled the detective badge, she became locatable.

Under Conan’s gaze, Shiraishi tapped his finger on the steering wheel twice, hesitating: “Props?”

Conan’s eyes lit up.

Shiraishi really thought so too.

That should be right.

He relaxed a little and leaned back into the co-pilot’s seat.

Although I wanted to ask Haibara Ai why she wanted to dig into someone’s trunk, Conan heard that she was in a heavy heart and decided to talk about the business first: “Don’t panic, things are not as bad as you think.

“When Uchida-senpai and the others were discussing the script, you have been baking desserts, so you may not be very clear – although Suzuki added a lot of strange scenes, the main story of the play has not changed.

“It was originally based on the serial kidnapping and murder cases of girls. The members of the reasoning agency should prepare props such as heads, hacksaws and cash in advance, which is also very suitable…”

“That’s not a prop.” However, Haibara Ai interrupted him.

Her voice was very low, probably because her mouth was too close to the receiver on the badge, and she sounded a hint of anger and fear: “You think I’m the kind of child who can’t tell the difference between props and banknotes. ?”

Ai Haibara had thought of a similar possibility when she was lying in the dark and narrow trunk before.

But later, she randomly pulled out a few from the banknote pile, but they were all genuine banknotes without exception.

After a little thought, you can understand that the “big cash” in the stage play can be used as long as you find a bag and put some newspaper in it to support the drum.

For the finer ones, print some colored paper at most, stick one on the front and back of each bundle of “money”, and use all white paper in the middle, or simply use a plastic mold.

Only when you need to ask for money in person, or throw money at people, will you put a stack or two of fake money in full-color paper, but just now, Hui Yuanai took out random money from her briefcase, and any one she took out was the real one. banknotes.

“…And the hacksaw and the cloth that wraps it, there is blood on it, but it’s not completely dry.” Speaking of this, Huiyuan Ai frowned slightly, feeling the blood on her fingertips burrowing into her nose:

“The school festival will not start until next week. Even if animal blood is used for the pursuit of realism, there is no need to pour it so early – in case it happens to be all summer in the middle, wait for it to be used as a prop, maybe the hacksaw will already be long. hairy.”

She said it so carefully that the two people in the car could no longer take it seriously.

Shiraishi didn’t know much about Hui Yuanai’s work experience, but he knew that no matter whether Hui Yuanai participated in human experiments or not, she must have cut the white mice and rabbits, so as not to confuse blood and paint.

It is true that few people will drenched real blood on the props of the stage play. After all, the audience seats are so far apart that the audience can’t smell it at all. There is no need to sprinkle blood except for the actors, let alone so long in advance.

…the situation is a little strange.

Shiraishi looked at the sky, the sun hadn’t risen yet, but there was already a thin bright color on the horizon.

In the early hours of the morning, there are fewer people on the street than in the middle of the night.

He stomped on the accelerator and sped along on the speeding side.

After a few seconds of driving, Shiraishi suddenly remembered something, got close to the detective badge, and asked, “Where’s the head?”

“What?” Hai Yuanai was startled.

“Is that human head also real?” The blood on the hacksaw, and a large sum of cash, if you insist on explaining, it is not impossible to cover up the past with reasons such as “perfectionist local tyrants”~www.mtlnovel.com~ But the human head no.

If you want to know whether this is a fake human trafficker or a real kidnapper, the key lies in that head.

Hai Yuanai hesitated for a moment, then sat up again: “I didn’t look closely…”

The first two props are enough to explain the problem. After all, she is not a necrophile who likes human heads. Before, based on the shape of the newspaper group, after guessing that it was a human head, she began to secretly nauseated. He immediately put the newspaper back, without taking a closer look, let alone touching the corpse’s face.

Haibara Ai didn’t want to get close to that head.

But Shiraishi asked very seriously, and she also realized that this was indeed the key, so she had to start digging in the dark.

Although there is no lighting, you can’t see the appearance of a human head, but as long as you can touch it, you can tell it from the touch.

Haibara Ai followed the memory and groped for the corner.

Just when she came across the weighty mass of newspapers, a faint beam of light shone from the side and rear, illuminating a corner of the cramped trunk.

Haibara Ai’s entire portrait was stepped on the pause button and froze.

…the hood is still closed, where does the light come from in the trunk?

The sudden situation made her fingertips cool, but her heartbeat suddenly intensified, and the hammer hit her ear like a drum.

Hai Yuanai turned his head stiffly and looked at the light source.

The trunk and compartment were originally completely separated by the back of the rear seat.

But at this time, the armrest in the center of the back of the chair was put down from the front at some point, and a gap appeared on the “partition wall”.

A fat face was attached to it, and he struggled to look into the trunk, his facial features were squeezed and deformed.

Originally known as a simple and honest appearance, at this moment, in the eyes of Hui Yuanai, it is more terrifying than a ghost.