Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 150 Does the Truth Matter?
"Freshly squeezed juice, freshly squeezed juice! Take a look, there will be no such shop if you pass by this village!"

The strange hawking lines made Conan stop and he couldn't help but think of someone.

Ran over following the sound.

I saw a black-haired woman wearing a yellow apron tied around her waist with big yellow Pikachus printed on it. It was the familiar Qinghai Chuantang.

It really is like eating Cheetos in Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. What a coincidence.

Qinghai Chuantang didn't seem to notice his arrival and was still selling freshly squeezed juice on the small table to passers-by.

But, the color seems to be poisonous, so probably few people would buy it, right?
When Conan walked over, before he could speak, the other party said, "Little Conan, why are you here?"

"I'll explain this later."

Conan looked up at her and said, "Anyway, did you see a big yellow rat?"

"Yellow rat?"

Qinghai Chuantang pointed at the mascot of the store behind him and said doubtfully, "Isn't that what you're talking about?"

Conan looked in the direction of the finger and saw a Pikachu standing there quietly, as if its body was hollowed out.

But this expression really makes it impossible to associate it with Pikachu.

"Sister Xiaotang, are you sure that's Pikachu?"

Conan was deeply skeptical.

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head.

"It's Pikachu's brother, and his skin is itchy."

Conan chose to remain silent.

But he still walked over and looked around.

It turns out that this is just a trash can in cute appearance.

So, is he going to look through the trash?
"What are you looking for, Conan?"

Qinghai Chuantang came over and looked at him strangely: "Could it be that you have no pocket money, so you have to rely on scavenging to make a living?"

Conan's mouth twitched, he turned his head and looked at her speechlessly.

"Aren't you reduced to having to work part-time to make ends meet? Could it be that the insurance money has run out?"

“I’m experiencing life.”

Qinghai Chuantang leaned over, tapped his forehead lightly, then took out a white tablet from his pocket and handed it to him.

"You're not looking for this, are you? I thought someone dropped it by accident, so I put it away for the time being."

After Conan took the tablet, he quickly opened it and saw another familiar scene.

The countdown time this time is still ten minutes.

"5, 10, 13·1, 13·5, 14, 19, 口, 22"

Is this a numerical pattern?
Conan stroked his chin in thought.

"Hey, isn't this sorted alphabetically?"

Conan was stunned and looked up at her: "Alphabetical order?"

Qinghai Chuantang nodded and explained: "Look, if you substitute these numbers into letters, 5 is E, 10 is J, 13 is MA, 1 is ME, 13 is N, 5 is S, and 14 is V."

After hearing this, Conan suddenly realized that these letters referred to the first letters of the English names of the planets in the solar system!
E stands for EARTH; J stands for JUPITER; MA stands for MARS; ME stands for MERCURT; N stands for NEPTUNE; S stands for SATURN; V stands for VENUS.

The one in the square should be Uranus.

The alphabetical order of U is .21!

After entering the answer into the box, a red hollow circle appears, indicating that the answer is correct.

At the same time, the countdown stopped.

Then, a prompt for the next location appeared.

"In a dark place, there is only that one piece of light. Silence is the best choice."

Ten seconds later, the words turned into fragments again and disappeared just like before.

The tablet has become broken again.

Qinghai Chuantang was still shouting outside the door, looking like he was enjoying it.

Conan quietly left the store and began to look for the place indicated by the clue.

It's more of a blatant hint than a hint.

The cinema is the place referred to by the text.

There are three cinemas in the mall, and searching for them all would be a huge task.

The most important point is that if you enter without buying a ticket.
"Hey, who would accidentally leave something so valuable on the seat?"

"Who knows? It looks like it's the latest model of tablet computer. It should be worth a lot of money, right?"

"Don't have any bad thoughts, kid. Otherwise, don't say I didn't warn you!"

"I know, I know. I just said that casually."

Conan, who was about to turn around and leave for the next cinema, suddenly stopped.

He ran over and said in a childish tone: "Hey, big brother, did you see a white tablet?"

They are both simple-minded.

When I heard the other party accurately describe the color of the tablet, I believed him.

The staff handed the tablet to Conan and said with a smile: "Little boy, you should be more careful with such valuable things next time."

"Got it, thank you big brother!"

After thanking him, Conan immediately ran to the side with the tablet and opened it.

The countdown time is still ten minutes.

"How many hits did Ichiro have in his 22-year career?"

I didn't expect the problem this time to be so simple.

Conan confidently entered the answer "4308".

But unexpectedly, a big red cross appeared on the interface and the time was immediately shortened by five minutes.

"How come. Wait!"

Conan suddenly realized, and whispered: "Professional baseball is divided into the first team and the second team. The second team is not counted in the career record, and the second team is 156, so the answer is."

Feeling nervous, he entered the answer "4464".

Finally, the result is correct.

But this time, the interface did not prompt the next location, but a new problem appeared directly.

"who I am."

Perhaps, this is the final question.

This time, the countdown time was extended to thirty minutes, perhaps because the question setter felt it was a bit difficult.

Ninomiya Tsukimi?

wrong.

The Black Organization?

wrong.

"Damn it, I wasted ten minutes."

Conan was walking and thinking with his tablet.

I don’t know when I arrived at the shop where Qinghai Chuantang was working temporarily.

Hearing the familiar hawking voice, Conan was stunned for a moment.

With some hesitation, he entered the name Qinghai Chuantang.

The result is still wrong.

Suddenly remembering the crow that flew across the screen before, Conan entered the answer "crow" again, but the big red cross still popped up.

Now, there are only ten minutes left.

We are the ghosts behind this world, no one can arrest us
Conan suddenly remembered what was written on the note.

"ghost."

He entered the answer, but a red cross still appeared.

This made Conan a little crazy.

Staring at the numbers that kept counting down, he broke out in a cold sweat.

At this critical moment, Conan suddenly noticed a small detail, that is, punctuation marks.

After his fingertips paused in the air for a moment, he finally typed in the answer "who".

Finally, the red hollow circle appeared again.

This made Conan breathe a sigh of relief.

But soon, Conan's expression gradually became serious.

This kind of joke of using mall staff to comfort and threaten others can no longer be called a joke. Even calling it "bad" is a very mild degree.

"Sister Xiaotang, can you come with me for a moment? I have something to talk to you about."

As Conan said this, his glasses reflected the light.

Without caring about the other party's reaction, he left and came to the corridor of the escape staircase.

Qinghai Chuantang looked at his back and blinked.

After saying hello to the store manager, he immediately followed.

"What's wrong, Conan? I have a lot of things to do. If there's nothing important."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the other party.

"You did it, right?"

"Eh?"

Conan had his back to her, his face expressionless.

He just lowered his head slightly, perhaps unwilling to face and accept this fact.

He should have thought of it earlier.

"Even if it's just a joke, do you know what kind of consequences it will bring? This joke is not funny at all!"

Conan turned and looked at her.

He kept talking, as if he was venting his inner emotions, or as if he was criticizing and blaming her.

And Qinghai Chuantang did not have any rebuttal.

She just listened quietly, and even nodded from time to time, as if to confirm what he said.

This made Conan feel a little frustrated, as if he had punched cotton.

"Are you thirsty? Try the juices available in the store."

Qinghai Chuantang's pocket is like Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket. You never know what she will take out in the next second.

"Hey Sister Xiaotang, I'm talking to you about something serious!"

Conan was speechless and even helpless.

"I know."

Qinghai Chuantang's expression was very serious, and he didn't mean to be joking at all.

Conan was stunned for a moment, but finally took the juice she handed over.

It's a poisonous color, and looks terrible to drink.

But he was indeed a little thirsty, and considering the other party's kindness, Conan decided to give it a try. He used a straw to poke through the plastic film and took a small sip.

It tasted unexpectedly good.

"By the way," Conan seemed to have thought about something and asked, "Mr. Ninomiya, could it be that you are pretending to be him?"

Qinghai Chuantang shook his head and then smiled.

"I don't have the hobby of working multiple jobs. It would be physically unbearable. There is indeed such a person as 'Ninomiya Tsukimi' in the world. You can find her by checking the household register."

"But, she's not Ninomiya Tsukimi herself, right?"

It's just replacing or borrowing someone else's identity.

"You are very smart."

For some reason, Conan felt comforted by the other party's words.

Qing Hai Chuan Tang smiled and said, “However, since Ninomiya Yuemei exists, then she is Ninomiya Yuemei.”

"Then who is her true identity? And what is her purpose in sneaking into Teitan Elementary School?"

Conan's heart is already filled with countless questions, some of which have yet to be answered.
Qinghai Chuantang was silent for a moment.

He sighed softly, then said, "Sometimes, the truth doesn't matter."

In other words, some truths are not yet ready to be revealed.

So at this time, the truth is not important. What is important is what you think is the truth.

After all, most of the time, people prefer the truth they see.

"No!"

Conan refuted her statement.

With a firm gaze, he said: "The truth is always important."

(End of this chapter)