Two or three minutes later, a paparazzi handed over with his colleague on the night shift and walked home yawning.

He squatted for Yoko No for a whole day, but he had no gains. Seeing that the monthly bonus was hopeless, he was sighing when he suddenly saw a strange man standing by the roadside.

The man was blindfolded by a scarf and stood in the corner with trembling trembling. The paparazzi glanced at him strangely as he passed by. A few seconds later, he slapped his forehead.

——Although the weird guy’s upper half of his face is covered, judging from his body shape and lower half of his face, isn’t this the one who has become popular recently?

God-given bonus! I just helped an old man who fell down yesterday, but today I encountered such gossip that fell from the sky. As expected, good people will be rewarded.

The paparazzi took out his camera happily, and he had already thought about the title of the material: shocked! In the middle of the night, the popular young man was blindfolded on the street...

...

Shiraishi's first plan to make extra money was tragically dead.

After the car drove away, Amuro Toru calmly explained the reason to him - if they were asked to transfer money in the white warehouse, they needed to prepare an account that was not afraid of being tracked down. If it was a cash transaction, the other party called the police and could easily be locked in their whereabouts. In short, it was not worth spending so much effort for dozens of millions of yen.

Shiraishi was a little disappointed. He felt that cash transactions should not be so easy to be found.

But soon he thought that after being in the organization for so many years, Tomoto Amuro should have a good understanding of these shameful channels. However, he knew nothing about the means of tracing cash flow in this world.

There are even more robberies here than murders. Perhaps it is because they are more advanced in chasing stolen money...

In addition, after learning that a popular model had only a little savings, Shiraishi lost much interest in this matter.

If you have the energy to think about this, it is better to take on a few outsourcing tasks to do blasting, which can not only improve the methods but also earn similar rewards.

The two separated downstairs of Amuro Detective Office. Amuro went through the pack of disks, and Shiraishi turned into the alley and turned into an inconspicuous cat, and walked home with the ball.

But this time, there seemed to be someone outside the house.

Shiraishi stopped from afar. He saw Ai Haibara standing at the door of the store with a lunch box, looking down at his watch.

Today is the first day of Haibara's primary school student's career.

Shiraishi originally thought that she and Conan would go to Professor Hirota's house tonight and try to find a disk with drug information.

But now it seems that it may be because Miyano Akimi's memory was blurred and Ai Haibara could not remember this.

Shiraishi hid in the corner and changed back to his body.

Haibara Ai noticed someone approaching and looked back. Seeing that it was Shiraishi, she raised her hand and handed over the lunch box: "If you come one minute later, I will leave."

"I'm going to have something to do today." Shiraishi weighed the still warm lunch box, and it felt heavier than usual. Are there any extra dishes today?

"Young people should eat on time, otherwise your stomach will be prone to problems. You are already 1 hour and 32 minutes later than usual." Haibara Ai knocked on his watch and criticized rigorously.

When the food was delivered, she was about to leave. But before leaving, she suddenly thought of something.

"By the way." Ai Haibara glanced at the upstairs and hooked his fingers at Shiraishi in a mysterious way.

When Shiraishi squatted down, Ai Haibara approached his ear and whispered: "Shichi Kudo has something wrong here because of the side effects of the drug."

She lit her head:

"Anyway, don't believe him too much. He is no longer the famous detective who makes the prisoner scared. If he wants to do something stupid in the future, you can stop him, and if you can't stop him, throw him away and run away by yourself."

"…?" Shiraishi was a little confused when she heard it. Apart from her imagination and being too impulsive when encountering related incidents from the Black Organization, there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

If you have to say something, Shiraishi feels that Conan is a little more pronounced than he is Kudo Shinichi, although he is still very capable of committing suicide.

"Okay, that's all. Clean the lunch box yourself and take it with you when you have breakfast tomorrow."

The reminder has been reminded, and Haibara Ai patted Shiraishi on the shoulder: "I'm going back to do my homework."

It was getting late, and Shiraishi wanted to give her away.

But after thinking about it, he felt that Ai Haibara would definitely refuse, so he simply went home, put down his lunch box and turned into a cat and followed him out.

Halfway through the street and just caught up with someone, Ai Haibara suddenly shuddered and turned his head to look back.

"?" Shiraishi stood behind the telephone pole and looked at her expression in confusion. Why did he feel that the scientist was a little frightened?

Haibara Ai looked around for a long time, but didn't find anyone around him, so he had to attribute his over-sensitiveness and misread the movement.

She didn't dare to take a leisurely walk anymore, wrapped her coat tightly, and trotted back to the doctor's house.

After Ai Haibara entered the door, Shiraishi removed his form and returned to his body.

After washing his hands and gnawing on the spicy chicken wings in the lunch box, he gradually came back to his taste.

Haibara Ai...

Fear of walking at night?

...

The next morning, Shiraishi returned home after having a meal and heard the phone ringing in the cafe.

This phone used to be like a task publisher, but recently, it has added the function of reminding you to eat.

Considering that I had just finished my meal, this time, the phone call was probably here to perform its duties...

Shiraishi glanced at the caller ID and knew it.

He answered the phone and the voice of Mrs. Shiraishi came from the opposite side - that is, the basic money rented by my mother.

Mrs. Shiraishi's mission is still very casual.

She met a nouveau riche friend in Hawaii. The man couldn't contact his daughter for several days. He was worried that his daughter would be addicted to writing and forgot to eat and sleep, so he hoped that Shiraishi, who was in Tokyo, would bring some food, and he went over and took a look.

Shiraishi wrote down the address, took out the phone from his backpack, opened the email and text messages to check, but there was no new news inside. It seemed that he didn't have to go to work today.

He went to the supermarket with confidence to buy some food and water, then rented a car, drove to the address given by Mrs. Shiraishi, and fed the novelist named Sadashi Nakamura.

Following the route on the map, the car drove more and more, and finally arrived in the suburbs.

When I parked, I saw that the place where Nakamura Sada lived was an exquisitely repaired but looked a bit old villa.

In the suburbs + villa, Bai Shi was instantly alert. This looked so much like a future murder scene.

Shiraishi wanted to call the police directly.

But if you can't tell the case, you will only be treated as harassing the police.

In addition, sometimes, the police will become an obstacle to the task. He did not dial in the end and planned to see where the task could be triggered first.

The most likely thing is that Kogoro Mouri broke out or got lost during his travels, and then came here to complain.

Bai Shi looked around and found no broken vehicle, and 80% of the murder case had not begun.

After thinking for a while, he parked his car in the nearby bushes and got out of the car with snacks.

I originally wanted to ring the doorbell, but Shiraishi's hand hangs in front of the doorbell for a while and then puts it down again.
Chapter completed!