And now he is very grateful to Baishi. He thinks that since the other party has generously submitted his name, he should just not mind being known by the world.
It is said that many gods rely on faith to gain strength, and they can help him declare that "his name is black cat …"
The boss in Zhenzhong was afraid that he would say that "it’s a cat that helps people fight for righteousness", which made the mysterious man unhappy and rushed to make up the second half of the sentence "It’s a great teacher of Yin and Yang!"
Yin and yang teacher? Conan became more and more stupid.
If he insists on a career, the man in black should be a magician-the kind who specializes in escaping and changing the living.
Chapter 64 I doubt that you sell defective products.
Questioning about the "black cat", Conan has also been observing the boss in Zhenzhong and the curator of Luohe.
He noticed the real shoulder injury for the first time
The line of sight swept across the floor, walls, and long swords. After the blood fell on the curator’s armor, he quickly flashed through his mind in combination with several scenes of blood shapes everywhere.
Conan’s face turned slightly alert and looked at the curator.
Then suddenly there was a string of footsteps running near in the corridor behind him.
Conan Shu turned around and saw Mao Lilan and Richard Moore running anxiously.
Richard Moore stop corridor mouth looked at Conan a face of suspicious "I thought I heard someone screaming? It won’t be your library making noise at random. "
"Of course not …"
Conan looked at the father and daughter and breathed a sigh of relief. Although the efficiency of solving crimes is low, it is quite sensitive to events.
I was thinking that I suddenly fell off his skull with a fist. Richard Moore thundered, "I haven’t asked you yet. What did you just run around!"
Conan, clutching his head, struggled for a while with "talking about what happened before" and "keeping silent", and finally decided to ignore what happened.
There’s nothing to worry about when you say it-it’s his rational judgment, not because he feels ashamed of being in the toilet. Yeah, that’s right
So in the face of Richard Moore, Conan squeezed out the topic of naive laughter, "Because I heard a strange noise here! Uncle, guess what happened here? "
Before Richard Moore could answer, he said in that exaggerated bear child tone, "The old man in armor cut the fat uncle from behind! So scary! "
"What? ！” Richard Moore eyes suddenly became sharp.
It’s always hard to be suspicious when a child speaks in a certain tone. Looking at the exhibition hall, Mao Lilan, a "gangster" with strange armor and blood on his body, is also nervous and afraid to clench his fist.
"You are wrong" retorts.
But to Conan’s surprise, it was not the murderer but the fat boss who was stabbed.
"…" The curator was about to admit that it was robbed by the real boss.
He frowned at the young man who stood behind him, but he really turned around. Only the two of them could hear the volume and said, "Are you going to take this painting to prison together?"
"How is it possible to bring in …"
Of course, curator Luo He is reluctant to paint, and even more reluctant to send a picture of his daughter, but it is precisely because her daughter is watching him that she can’t say that she didn’t do anything.
"It’s up to me to decide whether to prosecute or not since I was so slightly injured by you, and my decision is-private settlement."
It’s easy for the boss in Zhenzhong to say that his shoulder is bleeding like a river.
At this time, he spoke much more fluently than when he was young-obviously, his experience increased rapidly when his appearance was destroyed by years.
"Black collar … cough black cat will pick this time must be because of the small kwai hope he appears now-that is to say, she doesn’t want to see you in prison and don’t want to share with you.
"Are you going to misunderstand her again and do something that makes everyone feel bad?"
This is very eloquent, but it is also very heartfelt. The curator’s old face is muddy and tears are flowing. He raises his hand and wipes it like he wants to hide his embarrassing posture.
The boss in Zhenzhong looked at him and knew it was settled.
He breathed a sigh of relief, endured the shoulder pain and turned to look at the door.
"I accidentally cut myself when I was playing with the western sword here, and the curator ran over to help me get blood."
"really?" Richard Moore felt wrong. "Why is that old gentleman wearing armor?"
"He is the curator here, and this is the curator of the medieval exhibition hall COS-a medieval knight. Is there any problem?"
The boss should have momentum for a long time or a little.
Really crustily skin of head to explain immediately changed the subject "thank you very much, but it is better to call an ambulance for me than to ask some inexplicable questions!" "
"Ah yes! Sorry! " When Mao Lilan heard this, she woke up from a rude awakening and was anxious. At the same time, she felt a little guilty-how can she just watch when facing a bleeding person …