Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan

three days later.

The sound of "dong, dong" was constantly heard in the cafe. Butterfly Ninja stood in front of the counter, pinched a small garlic pestle, and smashed the mandala in the stone mortar.

Halfway through the process, she stopped for a moment and turned to look at the half-open door behind the counter.

As he turned his gaze, a thin wire with a hook at the front flew out of the room with a whistle, heading straight for a bag of cheesecakes on the counter.

The three-clawed steel hook suddenly folded in the moment it touched the target, and firmly grasped the nitrogen-filled packaging bag.

After a moment of stagnation, the wire thrower seemed to want to yank the bread back into the room. It's just that as soon as he pulled back, with a bang, the half-empty packaging bag was forcibly squeezed open by the pressure brought by the hook claws.

A small piece of cake in the bag fell tremblingly, and when it was about to hit the ground, Butterfly Ninja stretched out his hand and caught it precisely.

"Have you been so depraved that you don't even want to go out?"

Butterfly put the cake aside and sighed very worriedly: "This will make you fat, and it is not healthy. To avoid this situation, do you want me to add a little to your food..."

"Need not!"

Shiraishi walked out of the room quickly, for fear that one step later, his pure and flawless cake would be stained.

But when he lowered his head and saw a little bit of flower juice on the paper holder of the small cake, he didn't dare to put the cake into his mouth.

In a while, I have to add another rule to the clerk's code - after handling the medicinal materials, before washing your hands, it is forbidden to touch the manager's drinking water to prevent the boss from being murdered by mistake...

For the past three days, as long as Shiraishi was at home, he had to call out the wire and grab whatever he wanted.

After this skill was activated, Shiraishi felt like he had three more organs out of thin air.

When I first used them, the body felt very unfamiliar - like picking a pea with a non-dominant hand, the brain knows what to do, but the hand just doesn't obey.

Now, after Shiraishi's practice and the little bit of auto-calibration left over from this thing, his throwing accuracy is no longer a problem, but the strength is still not well controlled.

In addition, it is still influenced by "science". When using a steel wire, it will follow some physical rules - for example, it can't fly halfway with an air conditioner, and it can't hover and stretch in the air like a snake. When throwing it, it has certain requirements for speed.

After returning to his senses, seeing Butterfly Ninja looking curiously at his cuff, Shiraishi thought she was also interested in this new skill, so he lowered his hand.

When he raised it again, he held a wire claw in his hand, and the rest of the wire dipped into his sleeve.

Shiraishi grabbed the paw and made it click twice.

The steel claws consist of three curved hooks, and with Shiraishi's movements, their brushes tighten, changing from blunt hooks to sharp claws, and with a click, they return to their original shape:

"It's convenient. After unpacking, I finally don't have to look for scissors everywhere."

"Well..." Butterfly endure nodded, his expression still full of curiosity, "But why do you have to stick it out from the sleeve? Isn't it easy to rip clothes."

"It can also be seen from the hem of the clothes, the cuffs of the trousers, or even the socks... It needs to be covered by clothes, so that it cannot be seen by others and appears out of thin air."

Shiraishi lowered his head as he spoke, and a wire noose was thrown out from the neckline behind him, then quickly fell back and disappeared into the collar.

"So that's the case." Butterfly Ren held his cheeks, "Then if you don't have any clothes, can you still use them?"

"..." The steel claw almost cut Shiraishi's hand, he paused for two seconds, "I remember there is a shop rule that seems to be that it is forbidden to molest the boss without permission?"

"What are you thinking? This is a rigorous scientific question." Butterfly Ren covered his lips innocently, as if surprised:

"When swimming, taking a bath, or taking a hot spring, it is easy to be raided. As long as the enemy's bottom line is low enough, they will even choose this time to attack."

This explanation is reasonable.

But regarding this issue, Shiraishi had already tried to borrow a video recorder while he was taking a bath. Of course, he seriously destroyed all the video materials afterwards—

"As long as no one sees it.

"That is to say, when I am facing you, the wire can stick out from behind, and when my back is facing you, the steel wire can stick out from the front.

"This kind of situation that can't be covered with clothes is still rare, so I'm used to throwing the wire from the cuff, which is the most convenient, and I don't need to deliberately observe where there are people."

"..." Butterfly Ninja stuck, she didn't expect Shiraishi to actually try...

Seeing that the purple-and-black clerk finally had no other problems, Shiraishi put away the wire, took out the curriculum and glanced at it:

"Finally refreshed. Tomorrow is August 29th, the start date of club activities... I have to prepare my luggage today."

According to the schedule given by Suzuki Ayako, the club activities will last for three days.

Although it is possible to be sent home by the enthusiastic police on the first day, there must be some preparations.

Shiraishi is going to buy a suitable suitcase.

In the past three days ~www.wuxiahere.com~ he has not encountered any tasks that require entering the virtual world.

Every day, I just go to pick up the plastic bags that are soaked in water on the non-motorized vehicle lane, or go to the swimming pool to remind the lifeguards to save a person who is almost drowning, or sneak up to the roof of the building and blow a certain piece that is about to be blown away by the wind. The billboards are fixed, and so on, and the days are quite pleasant.

Although the amount of money rewarded for this kind of quest is small, the advantage is that it occurs frequently. Roughly speaking, Shiraishi's current income can already look down on many primary social animals in the island country.

Shiraishi went to the mall and bought a sturdy, lockable suitcase.

At checkout, the counter is running a prize draw for every 2,000 yen.

Shiraishi reached into the prize box and took out four tickets.

Two of them were bells and whistles, and the other two were for a bottle of Coke and a self-selected book. It is in line with his usual luck in the lottery.

The clerk looked at the lottery ticket, and brought in a small double-layered bookshelf with a lot of books, and asked Shiraishi to choose one.

When Shiraishi saw the pink and tender colors of this pile of books, he felt that it was not good.

Looking at the title again, it is either a classic masterpiece such as "Manyoshu" that he has no patience to read, or "The Housewife's Dilemma" and "He and She in a Quiet Campus"... This kind of target group does not include at first glance. his novels.

Shiraishi read through the two rows of books for a while, and finally found a title he could barely accept, "The Kingdom of Cyan".

Judging from the name, this should be history or fiction, or science fiction - in short, more appropriate than those women-oriented literature.

And for some reason, he vaguely felt that the name was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Just this one." Shiraishi squeezed the spine of the book and pulled out the heavy single-page book.