Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

A dinner party, the host and guest enjoyed themselves.

Chi Feichi and Kuroki Jiro didn't drink much, and chatted occasionally.

The ones who drank the most were Zakawa Jingzan and Mori Kogoro.

Zaohe Jingshan saw that Chi Feichi was chatting with Kuroki Jiro about paintings, and occasionally mixed in a few words. If he didn't think it was not good to leave Mori Kogoro alone, he thought he could chat with Chi Feichi about painting appreciation.

Young people are not professionals, but they don't know everything, they have unique vision, and some ideas are also very good.

Thinking about it, Zaohe Jingshan made a positive statement: Regardless of whether Mori Kogoro comes or not, as long as Chi Feichi is willing, Chi Feichi is welcome to come and sit.

Kuroki Jiro also expressed his welcome repeatedly, which surprised Kogoro Mori.

Is his apprentice so good at winning people's favor?

After drinking for three rounds, Mori Kogoro looked at the painting on the easel by the wall, "Master Jingshan, is that one you painted recently? Mount Fuji, it's so realistic!"

"This is the Mt. Fuji that a company recently asked me to help them paint." Zao Hejingshan stroked the beard on his chin, then turned to ask Chi Feichi, "What do you think?"

Chi Feichi looked at the sketch, not to mention the mastery of details, Mount Fuji is indeed suitable for triangular composition, but with Mount Fuji as the foreground, there are darker close-range trees and rocks in the lower corner, making the mountain appear taller and magnificent, "Master composition."

Zaohe Jingshan laughed, "The composition is only basic, but it can really highlight the strength and level."

Chi Feichi nodded, for a handicapped party like Sato Miwako, even if the master helped to consider the composition part, the painting would collapse.

Conan asked Kuroki Jiro curiously, "Isn't Uncle Kuroki painting for others?"

Mo Lilan also looked at Kuroki Jiro, "You have been the master's apprentice for a long time, right?"

Kuroki Jiro smiled and said, "Yes."

"I saw his paintings once before, and they were very good!" Mouri Kogoro held the wine glass, finished talking to Conan and Mouri Ran, and looked at Kuroki Jiro, "But you are different from the master. Is it colored?"

"Yes," Kuroki Jiro said with a smile, "I painted in color."

"By the way," Mori Kogoro looked at Hayaka Shizuyama, who was sitting in the main seat, "I remember the name of the competition where the master was the judge. Is it going to be held soon?"

"I didn't expect you to remember it so clearly," Zao He Jingshan's cheeks were flushed with drunkenness, "The deadline for receipt is the day after tomorrow."

"Brother Kuroki, why don't you sign up too!" Mori Kogoro said again, "I think you can get good grades! Right, master?"

"Impossible!" Zao He Jingshan suddenly turned cold.

Kuroki Jiro turned his head in astonishment, looking at Sakawa Shizuyama.

"At that time, I will only be ridiculed as a teacher," Zao Kazuo continued, "Kuroki's skill is not enough to sign up for this competition."

Kuroki Jiro lowered his head and sighed.

Mori Kogoro spoke for Kuroki Jiro, "But, I think his paintings..."

"Mr. Mori! In fact, what the teacher said is very reasonable. My skill is indeed still far behind," Kuroki Jiro interrupted, looking at Haibara Ai again, his tone softened, "By the way, little sister, How about you come to be my model? You look at Huang Ying in the daytime with pure eyes, I want to draw it, just enough for me to practice..."

"Brother Kuroki, wait a moment," Mori Kogoro stopped, and then said to Sakawa Shizuyama, "Master, I'd better invite you to help Xiao Ai draw a portrait."

Hui Yuanai didn't rush to refuse.

It seems that a certain uncle has not forgotten the purpose of their visit.

Kuroki Jiro whispered, "Mr. Mori..."

Mori Kogoro ignored Kuroki Jiro and insisted, "When you were in Tokyo, didn't you often draw for fun?"

Zao He Jingshan hesitated, "But tonight..."

"I think it's better to forget it, Mr. Mori," Kuroki Jiro stood up, "today, the teacher had some wine..."

"The master used to be able to take pictures even after drinking." Mori Kogoro smiled sincerely, clasped his hands together and said, "Just take it as I'm begging you, just promise me!"

Zao He Jingshan couldn't shirk it, so he agreed.

A group of people moved into the living room, and Hui Yuanai sat at the table, caught a glimpse of Feichi who was sticking out of Chi Feichi's collar, took it out, and put it on the table, "Bring Feichi with you, is that okay?"

Kuroki Jiro and Zakawa Jingshan were taken aback when they saw Huiyuan Ai skillfully pulling out a live snake from under Chi Feichi's clothes.

Different from the limp toy snake, that snake is covered with somewhat reflective gray-black scales. It has a long body and strong tail when it rolls. The black snake eyes are also very cold. Carrying it over and putting it on the table, no matter how you look at it...the whole body shines.

Zao He Jingshan's drunkenness dissipated more than half in an instant, and he stared blankly at Feichi who was put on the table.

He wanted to take back his previous remarks of "Welcome Chi Feichi to come over anytime", but he didn't know if it would work...

Kuroki Jiro thought that the snake had been pulled out from under Chi Feichi's collar, and when he thought that he was still sitting next to Chi Feichi when he was drinking just now, he suddenly felt that his whole body was not well.

"Really, what are you doing with Feichi?" Kogoro Mori scratched his head and explained with a smile when he saw Hayaka Shizuyama and Kuroki Jiro's pale faces, "Master Shizuyama, don't worry, that's my disciple's pet. Snakes generally don't bite."

Conan thought hehe, that's right, it's just 'generally don't bite'.

For him and the uncle who have been bitten, that's all we can say.

"The hobbies of young people nowadays are really strange..."

Zaohe Jingshan stabilized his mind, picked up the charcoal pen, and observed the painting, but from the beginning of writing, the slight trembling of his hands made the lines crooked.

Even if Zao He Jingshan tried his best to control it, the lines slowly falling on the painting could not outline a normal human figure at all.

Mori Kogoro, Mori Ran and Conan standing behind Zao Kawa Shizuyama looked more and more serious.

My hands are shaking to such an extent that I can't draw at all.

"no way!"

Zaohe Jingshan suddenly tore off the pages of the sketchbook, crumpled them up and threw them in front of him, covered his trembling right arm with his left hand, bowed his head in silence.

"I'm sorry, master!" Mori Kogoro immediately came to sit down and apologized, "I'm too complacent to make unreasonable demands."

"No," Zao He Jingshan raised his head, his expression returned to calm, and he said with a smile, "Actually, I'm getting more and more drunk these days, hahaha..."

"Teacher," Kuroki Jiro opened his mouth, "I think you haven't gone fishing in the sea for a long time, right? How about going tomorrow with Mr. Mori and Mr. Chi."

"Good idea," Mori Kogoro echoed. Now that the situation has been confirmed, it's better for Master Jingshan to adjust and relax. "I also hope that Master Jingshan will appreciate it."

"Sea fishing..." Zao He Jingshan was a little moved, "It's true that I haven't fished in the sea for a long time."

Mori Kogoro turned his head to look at Kuroki Jiro who stood up, "It's just that, is it still possible to fish in the sea under such heavy rain?"

"The weather forecast says that it will be sunny tomorrow and the temperature will rise." Kuroki Jiro said.

"In that case, I'll rest early tonight." Zao He Jingshan stood up, greeted her, and turned to go out.

"Master, please rest early." Mao Lilan took Conan and said politely.

"You too." Zao He Jingshan replied politely before closing the sliding door.

When He Jingshan left in the morning, Mao Lilan complained, "Father, you are really too rude just now."

Kuroki Jiro was also dissatisfied and whispered, "Yes, Mr. Mori, teacher..."

"Teacher wants to confirm Master Jingshan's situation." Chi Feichi explained for Kogoro Mori.

"Why?"

Mao Lilan and Kuroki Jiro were taken aback.

"Yes, Brother Kuroki," Mori Kogoro said to Kuroki Jiro with a serious expression, "Please don't take offense, I just want to see if the master is shaking like you said and can't draw anymore , that’s why I said that, and if it’s a symptom of hepatic encephalopathy, Master, it’s better to go to the hospital for a physical examination, it’s not too late..."

Chi Feichi saw Mao Li Kogoro, thought for a while, "It's not serious, but the trembling is the whole arm, and there are signs of trembling in the left and right arms. There are some neurological problems. It's best to go to the hospital. "

The situation is not so serious that it cannot be controlled, but even if it is treated, it can at best be controlled and alleviated. For an artist, if the trembling is so bad that even the lines can't be drawn well, it is basically useless.

Kuroki Jiro sighed, "So that's the case, I will find a way to persuade the teacher to go to the hospital."

In the following time, Kuroki Jiro took a group of people around the house, and also took a group of people to see the studio where he painted.

There is a painting on the easel, the bouquet of pink roses matches the green leaves, it looks fresh and delicate.

"So this is where you paint." Mori Kogoro looked around.

Mao Lilan was attracted by the painting on the easel, and stepped forward, "It's so beautiful, is this rose the work of Mr. Kuroki?"

Hui Yuanai stepped forward and took a look, it was really eye-catching.

"It's not finished yet." Kuroki Jiro smiled kindly.

"Your color is really beautiful." Mao Lilan admired.

Kuroki Jiro pointed to the drawing tools on the table, and explained with a smile, "I used this kind of pastel to add glue, and then painted on it."

Conan pointed to a bottle and said cutely, "This white one is also called Hufen, right?"

Chi Feichi looked over and found that using hufen is a technique of Japanese painting, which is to use white powder to coat the paper as a base before painting.

"You even know this. In fact, this is a paint made by crushing oyster shells into powder." When Kuroki Jiro turned around with the paint bottle, he knocked off the canvas covered by the easel next to him, revealing the composition sketch of the painting of Mount Fuji below. picture.

After Conan saw it, he was stunned for a moment, "This painting..."

Kuroki Jiro sweated, picked up the canvas and covered it back, and said with a smile, "I wanted to figure out the composition of the teacher's painting of Mount Fuji, so I drew it."

Mori Kogoro smiled and said, "You really work hard."

"Where, by the way, it's getting late, I'll take you to the hotel to rest," Kuroki Jiro walked out of the door, "The hotel is near the mountain road outside the bamboo forest, and it's less than ten minutes away from here , I'm going to get an umbrella..."