Pretend To Be a Good Person In the World of Conan - ~ You need a little help

It may be because he just cut off his playmate who has been with his grandson for a few years, and now facing this little grandson who doesn’t listen to the arrangement, the grandfather’s tone is much milder than usual:

“This is one of our results, the ‘time rift’. The object preserved in it will always remain in the state it was placed in.”

And how to make the preserved people come alive again is the ultimate goal of the organization.

“You are very talented and good at learning, but you lack the motivation to move forward towards ‘immortality’.” Grandpa took out a pipe, didn’t light it, and turned it around in his hand:

“Of all my descendants, you’re the best. But maybe it’s because you’re too smart… You probably remember it very early.

“The first time I saw you, the way you looked around, and the way you listened when we were discussing, I felt that this child was different – you are not like Taro, and you are not like my simple daughter-in-law, you are more like me.

“Taro has always regarded you as an ordinary child, and when it comes to not avoiding you, I reminded him.

“I went to see you later, but I never found that you showed any resistance to my ‘grandfather’, so I thought he listened to me, but now it seems…he didn’t do it.”

“So you should have known it long ago. Taro and the others chose to give birth to you in exchange for their peaceful and comfortable life. I cultivate you, and more importantly, to cultivate a suitable heir… Now you treat me, parents, and Your grandmother has only respect and not much affection, which is not difficult to understand.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me or get close to me. I only have one request.”

Grandpa put the pipe lightly on the table: “Your grandma has always been kind to you, and she doesn’t know the purpose of me picking you up, wait for ten years, decades… If one day you succeed, you have to save her .”

Grandpa’s positioning of himself in his heart was so precise that Baishi didn’t intend to be a filial grandson.

“Are you so sure that I will agree? Just for this…” Shiraishi calmly glanced at the head with the uneven cut, “The maid who is not very useful?”

“You treat her differently.” Grandpa stood up and picked up the hood on the table. “Starting from tomorrow, I will arrange for you to go to the company for an ‘internship’, show your best abilities, and don’t let me down.”

Shiraishi thought to himself that there was nothing else to say about this old man, but it was quite accurate to see people.

Of course, the way he looked at the Q-version assistant was different, but that was the precious golden finger he had given him high hopes…

Grandpa took another piece of cloth and covered the head in his hand? He walked out the door with it.

Shiraishi followed him? He took a few steps and found that this was the direction to his study.

Grandpa’s destination is indeed Shiraishi’s study.

He put the head on Shiraishi’s desk, took the hood and adjusted the position.

The light from the window sprinkled on the clear cover? It looked like a curious ornament.

Shiraishi reviewed the time he spent in the study and found that his grandfather was indeed 2000% determined to spur him forward.

He looked under the head as if it was still seeping out, but in fact it had congealed into a gelatinous blood stain? After a pause, he suddenly thought of a question: “If she never showed up? Are you planning to put Shinji’s head here? “

Grandpa stared at him for a while with “you’re crazy!” eyes, then turned and left.

Shiraishi: “…”

Do you also look at others with this look?

…

After Grandpa left, Shiraishi looked at the head on the table.

He was going to ask where the bodies of those Q-version assistants of the researchers were.

After all, it’s a system, and it can survive if it’s smashed into **** in the turbulent flow of time and space?

But before taking out the phone? Inside the transparent cover? The place where the neck and the bottom plate are connected was pushed open a little.

A thing the size of a thumb crawled out of it with difficulty? Then it slowly passed through the transparent cover with a mysterious principle, and finally she succeeded in breaking out of the prison, and spread a sigh of relief on the table.

Shiraishi was startled, stopped his dialing hand, stared at the table for a while, walked over and pulled out a piece of wet wipes? He rolled up the Q-version assistant and wiped it.

A bubble of protest floated out of the roll of wipes: [I have no blood on it]

“Really?” Shiraishi took off the original wet wipes, pulled out a new one, and continued to wipe it unmoved.

A minute later, the Q version assistant wore mosquito coils and tried to wriggle out of the wet wipes.

She stretched out on the ground for a while, stood up, but was stabbed by a finger that suddenly reached out.

He got up again and was stabbed again.

… When the finger came over for the third time, the Q version assistant hugged Baishi’s finger and bit his teeth in protest.

There was a muffled sound on the table, and a person fell down.

The Q version assistant was startled, she turned her head and looked at Bai Shi, who was leaning against the table top, for a second or two… Guilt-free, she slowly grabbed the wet towel next to her, and wiped it on his fingers as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, a [? ].

After wiping the teeth marks, the Q-version assistant held Shiraishi’s fingers and looked at it carefully, wondering if he had been infected with the virus? How to bite someone and fall over.

Future employees are still stuck on their desks.

The Q version assistant walked over and patted his face, the question mark above his head dangling in front of Shiraishi.

Shiraishi raised his hand to burst the bubble, sighed, and said in a low voice, “I’m tired. It won’t be easy to catch fish in the future.” Could this be the retribution for skipping classes in the past.

When the Q version assistant heard him shouting tired, he habitually wanted to beat him on the shoulder, but he couldn’t reach it.

She touched her chin, pondered solemnly for a moment, then turned to pat Shiraishi’s face.

Anyway, in order to promote blood circulation, the hammer should be almost the same…

After hammering it twice, a small light bulb suddenly floated from the top of her head, flickering.

Baishi glanced at it and understood: “Yes, there is a salary.”

The Q version assistant’s eyes lit up, and the hammer became more powerful.

When the massage fee was credited, Shiraishi peeked at the Q-version assistant’s mini ledger, and found that the progress bar had regressed a lot.

It seems that a new body also requires a lot of money.

How many trash cans did I save to save the money, the old man is really irresponsible…

If Q version assistants want to make money, they have to rely on saving people or reasonable labor income.

Must be “reasonable”.

It’s impossible to transfer a million dollars just because she helped get a pen.

However, speaking of reasonable…

I heard that many service industries ~www.mtlnovel.com~ have higher income than manual labor without skills.

Psychologists seem to make a lot of money.

“Come here.” Shiraishi looked at the Q-version assistant who voluntarily ran to squeeze the disinfectant and wipe his hands after counting the money, and when she came close, he said very into the play, “Your head is too scary, I need comfort now. “

The Q version assistant was stunned, turned around and looked at her former head in the hood, it didn’t feel scary, it was quite cute.

But she didn’t mind listening to Shiraishi. Because every time he did as he said, there would be a credit in the system account…

How can human beings be comforted?

The Q version assistant thought for a moment, hugged the bridge of Shiraishi’s nose, stood up on tiptoe and gave him a serious kiss on the face.

“…” Shiraishi looked at her and thought, this kind of counselor who doesn’t say a word and speaks directly may be complained that he even loses his pants.

After the Q version assistant kissed him, he looked at him expectantly.

Does it work?

It takes money to work!

“…”Ugh…

Shiraishi lay on his back for a while, slowly got up, and tried to transfer money to her according to the industry’s highest fee. He also doesn’t know if he can turn around, if not, he can only try again at a reduced price.

Two pairs of eyes stared at the Q-version assistant’s light screen together, and the review process began to run.

A second later, there was a ding sound.

Approved.

… Weird ways to save money have been added.