The Q-version assistant shook his head twice and continued to look at him from the corner. Judging from the disagreement, she seemed very dissatisfied with the matching effect of this outfit.

"Can I blame me?" Shiraishi noticed her disgust and felt that the blame should not be on his back, and he had to drag someone to take it together:

"Look at you, you have sets of clothes, so many that I can't change them every day. When I get to that, I only have this outfit, I can't take off or change them. If I appear in public, I will be regarded as a suspicious person...Does your conscience hurt?"

"..." The Q version assistant looked back at the screen, gradually showing a shameful expression, and retracted from the corner.

Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief happily. No one was watching him, and the pressure of changing clothes was much less.

But before I could finish my breathing, I saw a flash of light from the corner of my eyes and the Q-version assistant came out again.

This time, she had something more in her hand.

Shiraishi was still a little surprised - was it because he just finished complaining and a new skin was released soon?

However, after looking closely, I realized that the Q-version villain was holding a skirt, which was still the sweet Lolita style. The skirt was covered with layers of fluffy gauze, with lace embedded on the edges, and some shiny gems were also dotted on the lace.

The Q version assistant held the skirt, looked at it again and again, and touched it twice, as if he was reluctant to let it go.

However, after looking up and staring at the clothes on Bai Shi for a while, she still stretched out her hand with a trembling trembling and handed the skirt out. The bun's face still had no expression, but tears of reluctance seemed to appear on the corners of her eyes.

“…”

Bai Shi twitched twice, picked up the baseball cap and buckled it on his head, straightened the brim of the hat, "You keep it yourself. After comparison, I suddenly felt that my outfit was very youthful, very beautiful, and very handsome."

When the Q version assistant was stunned and suspected that Q Sheng looked down at the small skirt in her hand, Shiraishi summoned the fox, gave a few instructions, then put it in the pocket of his hoodie, turned off the light screen, and walked out in a small step.

Even the pockets of the hoodie are quite large, the style that is open on the belly and can reach into each side with both hands.

Originally, Shiraishi bought gloves, but now it can be used to cover up the whereabouts of the fox.

Shiraishi tried to be as natural as possible and came to the seats where Gin and vodka were seated slowly. There were no new passengers here yet.

He sat on the outermost chair. The fox sensibly used his cover to sneak up on the chair. He leaned forward and smelled it around. Then it jumped to the ground and tiptoed to lead the way for Bai Shi.

There are indeed not many passengers today, most of them are doing their own things and have not found any abnormalities on the ground.

Occasionally, a few people came over and showed a surprised expression. No one wanted to ask the flight attendant to report.

Shiraishi finally breathed a sigh of relief. When he walked again, his steps became much calmer.

...

On the other hand, Conan, who slipped away early, also made a very difficult call to the police.

The flight attendant didn't take what he said seriously at all, and just thought that this was another child who had watched too many police and gangster movies.

So Conan also made the same decision as Shiraishi, wanting to find where the bomb was on his own first.

Of course, he could not have taken out a fox suddenly, so Conan began to desperately recall every word that Vodka and Gin said, trying to find out the characteristics of their trading object.

Conan's short-term memory seems to be less than that of a recorder.

After replaying the conversation between the two in his mind, he grabbed the "look down" that Gin said, guessing that the deal was on the second floor.

Since the food truck is not banned from smoking, he inferred from the vodka saying "I can finally smoke" that the dealer hates the smell of smoke and believes that the person is most likely to sit in the non-smoking car.

Second floor, plus no smoking.

Among the 18 carriages in the entire car, only one meets the requirements.

Conan rushed into the target carriage quickly, and there were fewer people than below.

He looked over one by one and found that only four people were carrying black briefcases with him.

——A kind-hearted old man, an ordinary social animal, a well-dressed woman, and a gold watch full of gold chains and gold watches, sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyebrows were almost as good as a magnificent man with a thick beard.

After glanced at these people, Conan's eyes were fixed on the last person.

He looks so suspicious, his figure and aura are the same as vodka. If they are said to be the same person, Conan believes it very much...

The only problem is that Uncle Jinlianzi put the briefcase too high - he actually placed it on the luggage rack above his head.

This is inconsistent with the information that "the transaction object thinks the box is fragile", but it cannot be taken lightly. Maybe this is a very careless person.

After some thought, Conan decided to start with this most suspicious guy.

He patted his face, making his expression look more like a child, and then ran over and looked at the luggage rack above: "Uncle, my paper plane has flew there, can I go up and pick it up?"

The man put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at him, looking very unhappy, as if he wanted to refuse.

But he obviously underestimated the naughty child's ability to move.

——While asking, Conan had quickly passed him and walked to the inside, then he climbed onto the thick back of the chair, muttering, "Hey, where did it fall?" His hands touched the luggage rack and began to secretly unbox.

But the lock of the briefcase was made of metal. Conan didn't hold it away, making a crisp "click" sound.

The golden chain man's expression changed and he suddenly raised his head from behind the newspaper.

Seeing Conan fiddling with his luggage, he shouted with a panic expression: "Don't touch it!" At the same time, he grabbed Conan's arm and pulled the child off the back of the chair.

Conan was still holding the briefcase firmly with one hand, but he suddenly pulled it. The bag rolled over the heads of the two people and fell straight to the ground.

Both of them had drastic changes. When they remembered Gin's malicious saying "It will explode if it is violently shaken", Conan was even more frightened and his pupils shrank into a point.

He shook the man away and rushed over to try to intercept him, but his speed could not catch up with the free-fall briefcase, and could only watch it hit the ground...

Then he was firmly held in his hand by someone.

Conan couldn't hold back and fell to the ground.

He rubbed his knees that were hurt, raised his head with a sense of resurrection after his life, and crossed the top of his briefcase, he saw a huge brim of hat and an extremely familiar mask hidden under the shadow of the brim of hat.
Chapter completed!