Druid of Conan World

But the premise is that the other party really has no contact with the black organization.

He went to the other party's house to take refuge that day, but in fact, [-]% of the truth was [-]% of the truth...

[-]% true and [-]% false.

He has been watching the words and expressions, testing the other party's reaction.

From his point of view, the matter of exposing himself was probably settled as early as that night at Yoko Okino's house. Since the other party didn't do anything, it means that the possibility that he and the man in black are accomplices is almost zero!

However, the other party seemed to really treat him as a child that day, and the movement of drawing paper to him was very natural, obviously not treating him as a high school student, inconsistent.

"No, calm down! The more this happens, the more calm I will be!"

Looking up at Megure and Mori Kogoro who looked puzzled, Conan jumped off the sofa and went to the toilet.

"I still don't know much about him, and even the information given by the Metropolitan Police Department may not be true... It's not surprising that a mafia hero of that level has his identity cleaned up! What if he cooperates with the black organization If the gang is the Shiratori Gang, then killing him and keeping his mouth shut is justified, and everything needs to be adjusted... huh?"

Sitting on the toilet seat, Conan suddenly looked up.

I saw a black bird's head by the window shrinking back with a "swish", a good bird just acted like a peeping man in the toilet.

"Strange, have there always been so many crows on the 5-chome side?"

Conan was dumbfounded.

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Ps: This chapter was originally not in the detailed outline. I remembered that there were two things that I didn’t explain, so I arranged it temporarily.

Well, I forgot about Conancha's identity as the main character.

But it doesn't feel strange why?

Chapter 38, Chapter 37, Food Chains and Girls

Mihua Public Hall, the entrance to the outdoor parking lot.

"Uh..., welcome Ma...Boss Senyu is here!"

Seeing the young man getting off the taxi, the president of Xingcai Co., Ltd. was stunned.

Fortunately, people in the entertainment industry have the most emotional intelligence, so they rushed over immediately to express their welcome, but when they interrupted, they almost said the wrong thing.

"..."

Hearing this wrong sentence, Gouji Moriyu, who got out of the car with a smile on his face, fell silent for a moment in front of the parking lot, staring at him intently.

The cold eyes stared at him so that his clothes were soaked with sweat, and then he stretched out his hand.

"It's my first time meeting you, nice to meet you, President Nitta!"

"Yes! It's my honor, Boss Senyu!" He said as he picked it up with both hands, nodding and bowing.

Everyone would be curious that a president who is over [-] years old with a big belly and looks powerful is so respectful to a young man who is too young for his son.

If he is seen by Yoko Okino, there will be hundreds of thousands of incarnations, why bother him for a day.

Fortunately, there were only Sou Nitta and his personal secretary in the parking lot.

Apparently London had already warned him.

Seeing that Goji Morimame didn't blame too much, Sou Nitta breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "I know you're coming today, so I informed the director to cancel the rehearsal. There are only Miss Yoko, the accompaniment band, and the makeup and costume artist, etc. A handful of employees."

The flattery was in the right place, the smile hung on his face again, Mori Yu just nodded.

"Well, that's right, it's time to work."

"Don't dare, please go this way!"

As a time traveler, although I am not interested in it, the experience accumulated over time is still there.

Coming to a different world where technology and culture are similar to the earth, these experiences will naturally become the capital of Goji Moriyu's rise.

Just like...

He is well aware of the considerable benefits of the fan economy!

One of the cornerstones of the White Bird Gang's first "Five-Year Plan" is the traffic star production line.

Germans, Slavs, and Celts have gained authoritative positions in the field of modern art, and controlling the right to speak in Europe basically controls half of the world's art works' right to taste!

Of course, the communication technology of the future is the main body of traffic, so these physical industries are just the business that the White Bird Gang is currently laying the groundwork for assisting its own star production line, and the weight is not high.

However, for a local Japanese artist management company that aspires to enter Europe and the United States, it is still a monster that cannot be provoked!

One sentence from them basically determines the probability of their own artist's success in the circle!

Of course, when you come out, you have to look at money.

So under normal circumstances, these authorities are fair enough.

But the only negative consequence is that those vases whose acting skills are so worrying that the screenwriters dare not write more than two lines are estimated to appear in the north and south of the river more than ten years in advance to make money, or they will gather together in black, yellow and white. Think about it... …

"I'm really a sinful man."

Led by Sou Nitta, who nodded and bowed his head, Goji Moriyu came to the inner gate of the guild hall and confessed without sincerity.

squeak...

With the opening of the sound-proof door, the crisp and melodious singing voice penetrates the brain like mercury, flows around the ear pinna into the ear canal, rustles and lingers on the eardrum, and the lingering sound curls up.

It has to be said that even in the era when VR technology is advanced in the future, watching videos with headphones will not keep up with watching live performances.

The lingering sound of the sound wave bouncing back from the walls, the surging passion when you are in the crowd, stimulate every pore of your body in all directions and without dead ends.

The strong numbness and suffocation that is wrapped in the melody all over the body can't be experienced unless you come to the scene in person.

If the performer has real material, it feels even better!

This is the case with Yoko Okino.

In the oval-shaped domed hall, against the backdrop of the gaudy fake trees and moon on the stage, a girl in a white dress with an unexplained white fluff ball on her head holds her fists in her chest and sings softly in the moonlight.

... A strong smell of "today is the once-in-a-hundred-year longevity day" hits my face.

Including the closing song "Moon Girl", the melody in Mori Yugang's ears is also old and toothless.

But the apple-like clear voice with a sweet and sour feeling still made him immerse himself in it, ignoring the cheap texture of the stage; the same is true of the staff in the dark under the stage, all of them were intoxicated and listened with their eyes closed, even their own The president came and didn't find it.

until the end of the song.

Whoa!

Everyone applauded in unison, and Mori Yugangji was not behind.

"It's so perfect, Miss Yoko, it's a heavenly voice!"

"One more song!"

"Yes, one more song!"

"Encore!"

"Encore! Encore!"

"Cough! Uh-huh!" Amidst the harmonious sound, a dry cough appeared inappropriately.

Seeing everyone turned their heads to look over, Sou Nitta immediately lowered his face: "Nonsense!"

"It's just nonsense!"

"The concert is about to start, and Ms. Yoko needs to pay more attention to rest...you are all watching me, do you have nothing to do?!"

A group of people were scolded for no reason, but what he said was right, so they shrank their necks and went to work separately.

At the same time, Okino Yoko, who was wearing a white dress like a wedding dress, came down from the stage... From her perspective, of course, the three of them entered the stage immediately.

Enthusiastic at the moment, he jumped over and teased.

"Ah, isn't this our busy Boss Senyu? Finally willing to come over to join us today?"

From the holy and classical pious saint under the moon to the lively and eccentric little girl next door, Yoko Okino switched seamlessly.

"President..."

Seeing this, the glasses secretary rolled his eye sockets, and he leaned over and whispered in Sou Nitta's ear.

The latter nodded seriously, expressing his understanding.

Mori Ugoji: "..."

No, I don't think you guys understand!

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Pretending to be too quiet to hear.

Looking at Yoko Okino, who was bouncing like a bird and ran over with her hands tightly behind her back, tilting her head to show off her fine figure, he shrugged.

"This...you can't blame me! You know, the store is about to open for business, and it turned out that Ms. Haruko has been confirmed as an employee right now, and I'm busy too."

Hearing this name, Yoko Okino's expression froze for a second, but she still smiled and did not let him go.

"Hmph, don't think I don't know. Miss Haruko is responsible for those things you find troublesome. Besides sleeping at home, you go to the park to feed the cat all day long. How busy are you?"

"Huh? Is that so?" Mori Yugangji raised his chin in surprise.

"It seems to be true!"

Seeing Yoko Okino pouted again to express dissatisfaction, Moriname said with a smile: "Okay, don't be angry, am I here?"

"It's a big deal, I'll come if you ask me in the next few days. I'll let you arrange my one hundred and eighty catties of meat, okay?"

"Bah, I won't help you arrange your schedule...I'm not someone like you." Yoko Okino turned her face slightly.

Then he turned back and said, "But if you treat me to a meal, I can think about it."

Mori Yugang didn't think about it: "No problem, the children's package is full!"

"..."

His tone was so sincere that Yoko Okino couldn't tell whether it was a joke or not for a while.

Fortunately, someone soon broke the embarrassment...