Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 197
Bai Shu trotted away, trying to quickly change the big-hearted boss into modern clothes, but when he got to the street, he realized that the woman in a black robe had disappeared.

——Right now, there is only one lady in pink mink fur on the street.

"...", Bai Shu almost didn't dare to admit it, he paused for two seconds before walking over without a word, "Your taste..."

"Is there something wrong?"

The first floor is a closed coffee shop. The boss is wearing high-heeled shoes that look like awls, holding on to the gold-rimmed glasses that Fu just got out of, and using the window as a mirror to look around. He seems to be very satisfied with this look:
"I see that the leaders in the comics are all dressed like this."

... Which world manga are you reading!Aesthetics are too worrying!
When the words came to his lips, Bai Shu insisted on crushing them into air and blowing them out without saying a word.

Forget it, after all, it's not me who is ugly.

Under the questioning eyes of the boss, Bai Shu cleared his throat and got back to the topic, "Let's get down to business first, what are you doing here?"

……

At this point, the surrounding cafes and restaurants have already closed.

In the end, Bai Shu could only take his boss to find a convenience store, order two cups of instant coffee, and sit on the small bar by the window, trying to create an atmosphere to discuss serious matters.

"This is for removing nails." The boss bit open a bag of sugar, squeezed it into the coffee cup with one hand, and handed a palm-sized, tightly packed small box to Bai Shu with the other hand, "It's very expensive. Don't break it."

"...Can't you give me the box first and then unpack the candy?" Bai Shu took it speechlessly, and looked around.

The nails are the fulcrum of the orbit of the small world, and they are usually very hidden. Only when the small world is close to the real world, under the traction of the real world, the nails will become concrete, and people have the opportunity to pry it up and pack it away.

Bai Shu weighed the box, and looked at his boss with vacant eyes, "Even the tools are prepared in advance, when you sent me here, was it really just for me to relax and take a vacation?"

The boss's hand stirring the coffee paused for a while, and then he sighed nonchalantly, "The coffee here is really delicious."

"...don't change the subject for me!"

However, Boss Cha's topic skills are obviously already full, she said casually, "I have already negotiated with the higher-ups, as long as I can push the small world back on track, you can take one-third of the nails."

The air was quiet for a second.

"Guaranteed to complete the task, you put 1 hearts at ease."

Bai Shu neatly put the small package into his arms, and when he got up, he stroked the cat, and said goodbye politely when the black cat blew up, "You play slowly, I'm going to bed, I'm going first."

"Yeah." The boss took a sip of his coffee, frowned slightly, unpacked another bag of sugar and poured it into the cup, and told him casually, "Don't put out the candles, I have to stay for another day and bring back some specialties—they They are all very interested in the disguise technique and black technology in this world."

Bai Shu gave a backhand gesture of ok, then turned and left.

……

Back in the room, I opened the box with layers of charms, revealing a copper mirror with a diameter of three to four centimeters.

The style of the mirror is simple and simple, without a trace of rust on the whole body. The front is centered on eight directions, with fine and delicate lines carved radially, and the back...

On the reverse side, a nail driver is drawn down-to-earth, and its function is clearly and concisely drawn.

Can the aesthetics of this group of gods of death be better...

Bai Shu held his chin, twisted it with two fingers, and stood the bronze mirror about half a centimeter thick on the table.

The bronze mirror paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around, rolled a little towards the window, then hesitated and rolled back to the original place.

It seems that it is not yet time, and the nails are still very firm.

Bai Shu sighed and put away the mirror.

……

For the next week, nothing happened.

On Saturday morning, Conan was lying on the sofa bored, and finished watching "Detective Zuowen" for the Nth time.

He closed the book, which he had almost memorized in full, and raised his head to look at Kogoro Mori, who was arranging the candid photos, "Why haven't I got any commission recently, is it because Uncle's reputation has started to decline?"

"Nonsense!" Mouri Kogoro twitched the veins on his forehead, and slapped the information on the table, "Isn't this an entrustment!"

"..." Conan's expression was indescribable, "Don't mention this kind of job of looking for pets and mistresses..."

"What does the little kid know, don't look down on the basic work!" Mouri Kogoro felt that the kid was underwhelmed, and he raised his fist as a gesture. At this time, the phone next to him suddenly rang.

Compared with Qiafan, teaching a bear child a lesson is more important than Qiafan.

Mori Kogoro swung his wrist in the air, picked up the phone, "Hello, Mori Detective Agency. Yes, I am... what?!"

This sudden change of tone, this sudden serious expression...

Conan sat up straight from the sofa and pricked up his ears.

Bai Shu also raised his head from behind the magazine, carefully capturing the movement in the receiver.

Although the infiltration of artificial mental retardation has made him unable to make achievements in this world recently, any accident now may be linked to a nail, and he must not let it go.

One minute later, Mori Kogoro frowned and put down the phone.

Conan was nervous and a little excited, and couldn't wait to run forward, "What happened?"

Mori Kogoro was almost tripped by him. He pushed aside the child who was blocking the way, and walked quickly to the door. "While the police department was jogging in the morning, they were attacked by unknown persons."

Bai Shu had already stood at the door, he and Mori Kogoro heard the contents of the receiver at the same time, and his expressions were more serious than the latter at the moment, "Let's hurry up!" No accidents must happen to Mumu!
"Oh, good."

Mori Kogoro took off the coat hanging on the hanger, feeling a little moved, his assistant is quite affectionate, and he was so anxious when he heard that something happened to the Megure Police Department...

……

At this time, nearly four hours had passed since the Mumu police station was attacked.

The treatment location was at the Lutai Police Hospital. Mori Kogoro and the others stepped into the hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant, took the elevator to the sixth floor, and soon found a sign with the name "Memu Shisan" at the door of Room 622. Card.

Pushing open the door, Mumu Police Department was lying on the hospital bed with eyes open, looking in good spirits.

Standing next to him was a policeman in a suit and leather shoes. He was tall, with a thin face, small pupils, and coral-shaped bangs hanging from the left forehead.

The police officer surnamed Shiratori was flipping through the notepad in his hand, talking to the Mumu police department in a low voice.

Sensing that the door was pushed open, both of them stopped to look at the door, Mumu Police Department let out a surprise, "Why are you here?"

The notebook didn't feel like an electric shock baton, Bai Shu was relieved a lot, he looked at the Mumu police department with great relief, "Your injury doesn't matter."

"It's nothing serious. The weapon used by the attacker is a crossbow, which is not very powerful, and I am relatively fat."

The Mumu Police Department looked at the beer belly that he had always wanted to lose but hadn't been able to lose weight with a subtle expression, "In short, it didn't hurt the vitals. Just to be on the safe side, I need to be hospitalized for observation for a few days."

After they exchanged greetings, Shiratori turned to the Mumu police department again, "Can't you remember who you had a grudge against recently?"

His eyes widened when he thought about this question, he pressed the hat that he never took off his body, shrank into the quilt, and sighed, "As a criminal policeman, I offend people every day, I have no clue. "

Mori Kogoro rubbed his chin, and put forward another conjecture, "It may also be the kind of random gangster. The Megure Police Department just happened to be the target of his attack because of bad luck."

"Then I can be regarded as protecting ordinary citizens." Mumu Police Department's eyes lit up, "Thinking about it this way, I don't feel aggrieved at all!"

It even feels a little earned.

(End of this chapter)