MTL - Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan-Chapter 434 It can be mass produced, right?

There were two more people in the room, a man and a woman. The woman was leaning against the door smoking a cigarette, and the man was sitting beside Shimabukuro Junhui's desk, as if he had returned to his own home, driving her newly purchased Lamp, flipping through the books on her desk.

Seeing that the two have a generous attitude... Although they were a little too generous, at least they didn't rummage through the boxes, they didn't look like thieves.

Shimabukuro Junhui remembered that she fainted, thinking that these two tourists brought her back.

She wanted to say thank you.

But before he spoke, he suddenly heard the young man at the desk ask, "Ming-like really lives here?"

Shimabukuro Junhui was poked into the secret, and his heart jumped: "...what?"

Du Linbiao turned to look at her, and said slowly:

"There are no traces of her life in this shrine - there are only two shrine costumes of the same style, and only one pair of clogs that fit the size. The style and straps are very old, but the soles are barely worn. In addition, garbage bags, vacuum cleaners, drains Only black hair can be found in places like this, but judging from the photos in the travel brochure, her hair is obviously completely white, isn't it…”

Shimabukuro Junhui gradually stiffened, and the hand on the bed tightened unconsciously. The lie that has been weaved for nearly a hundred years is still about to be exposed...

At this time, she heard the man in black thoughtfully continue the words just now:

"Could it be that she has really reached the state of being half-human and half-god, with divine power dyed in her body, so she won't lose her hair? Where is she now?"

"…"

Shimabukuro Junhui slowly and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, I felt guilty again—another innocent traveler blinded by false legends.

She strangled her conscience and slowly answered Du Linbiao's question just now: "The great-grandmother now feels the breath of water and ocean by the waterfall, and she loves to go there every year before the festival.

"There is no trace of life because... um, because..." Shimabukuro Junhui couldn't make it out. No one had ever broken into the shrine without permission before, and had asked this question outright, and she was unprepared for it.

Belmod next to the door let out a sneer, the second sickness is really deceiving.

The shrine not only lacks life-like daily necessities, but also a set of disguising tools.

It's just that Belmore saw the package before Doolinbiao and hid it.

She has no interest in the research project of immortality, and is happy to see other people running in the wrong direction, and since Du Linbiao dares to threaten her and use her to fish for merman, this person deserves to be shriveled.

In fact, after discovering at the same time that "Ming-like is not at home" and "there is no trace of life-like life at home", even if the disguise tool cannot be found, it is not difficult to think that this person may not exist at all.

But Du Linbiao didn't know what was going on. His worldview seemed to be different from that of ordinary people.

When a normal person sees a strange light streaking across the sky at night, they may think: "Ah, it's a meteor," or "Ah, it's an airplane." Then add an optical phenomenon such as refraction and scattering to explain why the light appears abnormal.

But if this light were seen by a believer in the existence of aliens, he might first think that it was a passing UFO.

Belmode felt that this was the case with Dühringbiao.

At present, this is also one of the reasons for his inefficiency when he is on a mission alone...

Du Linbiao didn't care about Belmod's sudden sneer, anyway, this woman is usually not less yin and yang.

He looked at Shimabukuro Junhui, who looked in a trance and seemed to be very weak. Seeing that she couldn't explain the question of "why didn't his hair fall out", he waved his hand indifferently: "Forget it, you are a little girl who doesn't know. OK... can you give me some arrows?"

Shimabukuro Junhui frowned slightly, not because she was displeased by being called a little girl by her peers, but because of her past experiences, she didn't like people who opened their mouths to ask for arrows.

"Dugong arrows will only be awarded by drawing a numbered card, three per year. The festival is coming soon, you can buy a numbered card and try your luck," she said as she dismissed past tourists.

"The festival is three days away. I have other things to do. I can't wait that long, and there are not enough arrows." Du Linbiao flipped through the travel manual and thought, "Anyway, arrows can be made as long as they have supernatural power and hair, and they can be made in advance. Get it out, right?"

"...?"

Shimabukuro Junhui has only heard requests to make her move when drawing numbers, or to send out old arrows.

This was the first time anyone had asked her to do it now.

...and, what does "that arrow" mean and how much does he want? ? The shrine is not a wholesale market!

There were too many questions, and Shimabukuro Junhui didn't know where to start his rebuttal.

Perhaps misunderstanding her speechlessness into hesitation, Du Linbiao comforted her: "I won't take your things for nothing."

Shimabukuro Junhui sighed: "It's not about money, it's not for sale."

"Barter exchange is always possible." Du Linbiao raised his hand, holding a group photo between his fingers.

Shimabukuro Junhui saw the photo clearly by the light of the desk lamp, as if she was suddenly strangled by the neck, and did not make a sound for a long time.

Du Linbiao looked at a few people with pinholes in the photo~www.novelbuddy.com~ and the traces below which were suspected to have been soaked in tears, and naturally suggested: "You seem to have a grudge against these three people—you shoot arrows, I will It's reasonable to take their lives."

This somewhat provocative sales tone reminded Shimabukuro Junhui of a warm shopping guide in the town.

But the person in front of him isn't selling merchandise... that's three lives!

After a while, Shimabukuro Junhui spoke slowly.

Because of the sudden murder, her voice became dry: "I didn't. I just..."

Du Linbiao interrupted her: "Don't be polite to me, we are already partners, so we can be honest with each other."

He casually flipped through the notebook on the table, and he found the group photo from the folder of the notebook. One of the pages has simple drawings on it, and the lines are messy.

But Dulinbiao looked at the map of the island and quickly matched them with a waterfall.

He smiled and dismantled it on the spot: "I have even examined the terrain, and I must have thought about the modus operandi, and said no."

"That's not... it's not a modus operandi!" Shimabukuro-kun Meizo stood up, clasping his hands in cold sweat, trying to make up a suitable rhetoric.

But the other party didn't listen to her at all.

Du Linbiao had already made a plan and said to himself, "I believe in you. Because I heard about the witch of the shrine..." He didn't remember what the word was, so he put it another way, "It must meet certain moral standards. to be able to act.”

"Of course, before closing the deal, I will also confirm with them first.

"A righteous person will not let the bad person in front of him go, nor will he wrong a good person. I hope you have a legitimate reason for wanting to kill them, otherwise, as a witch, you may not be qualified..."