CONAN: I have a compositing station

Seeing off Shiho Miyano, Natsuki cleaned up the house and cleaned up the traces she left behind.

After cleaning up and checking inside and out, Natsuki went to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

"Shirley..."

Lying on the bed, Natsuki whispered Shiho Miyano's code name, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Before he officially became a member of the organization, fake wine already came to his door.

......

The next day, when Natsuki got up, he found that his phone had received a message.

It was sent to him by Conan.

Conan says that he will go out with Xiaoran and ask Natsuki to find the Doctor, and if someone sends a commission to Conan's house, the Doctor will give it to Natsuki.

Conan's text message reminded Natsuki, and when Natsuki went out, he checked his home mailbox to see if anyone had sent him a power of attorney.

There is only one package in the mailbox, but it is not a commission.

Natsuki wasn't surprised.

He now belongs to the rising star of the detective world, although because of the comic, the media seized the heat to report and caused a wave of heat, but Natsuki only solved two cases before and after.

There are too few records, so it is normal not to commission.

After going to Dr. Agasa's house to confirm that there was no new commission, Natsuki drove to the medieval art museum according to the mission location given by the organization.

"Recently, after Kudo Shinichi disappeared, another high school detective became famous and was revealed to be the author of the famous best-selling detective manga, do you know about this, Miss Nha Yi."

"Ah, I know, you mean that handsome young detective, I'm still a fan of him..."

"Okay, after talking about this high school detective, let's talk about another interesting thing, I don't know if Miss Bud Yi has heard of the night strange talk of the mysterious medieval art museum recently..."

......

On the car radio, came the voice of a strange and exaggerated uncle, and the voice of a pure and sweet woman.

Two people are asking questions and answers, and are hosting a radio talk show.

Natsuki was driving leisurely and listening to female fans talk about their admiration and praise for him, when he heard another thing that interested him.

The host mentioned that the location of his mission this time was the medieval art museum.

It is said that the staff of the art museum, when patrolling late at night, saw the armor in the art museum come to life, their eyes flashed with blood-red light, and they walked around with swords.

The incident also appeared in the newspapers and spread in the city.

Natsuki probably knew what was going on.

When he arrived at the entrance of the museum, Natsuki parked the car and walked in.

Although there are rumors of "walking medieval armor", the museum does not attract many visitors, and business looks very bleak.

Apart from Natsuki, there are only one or two sporadic tourists visiting the area.

Natsuki did not rush to act, but walked around the museum,

most of which were some medieval works of art, and the shortest was more than two hundred years old.

If you take a few pieces away, you may be able to cover Natsuki's one-month manuscript fee.

Xia Mu silently guessed the value of these things in his heart.

"I can't imagine that there are still young people who like these things."

A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Natsuki looked back and saw that it was an old man with long hair, white hair, and a kind smile, who was the director of this art museum, Ochiai.

"I like to draw things myself, so come and take a look."

Xia Mu said with a gentle smile on his face, and the corners of his eyebrows were full of smiles.

Because he saw the shining negative items on the body of the director of Ochiai.

[Negative goods: Godly love. ]

[Received successfully. After

walking around the museum for a long time, Natsuki paid attention to several staff members he met and did not see any negative items.

Until he met this Ochiai curator, Natsuki's trip was not in vain.

"Good, good, I didn't expect it..."

Curator Ochiai saw the smile on Natsuki's face, thinking that Natsuki liked these paintings, and couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

This art museum has poured so much effort and love into it, and he has always treated these things like a child.

"It's still early to close, so please visit slowly."

Director Ochiai suddenly bowed deeply, and then without waiting for Natsuki to say anything, he turned and left.

The expression on Natsuki's face converged, his expression calmed down, and he looked at the figure of Ochiaikan who had gone for a long time.

It wasn't until Director Ochiai walked away that Natsuki retracted his gaze and continued to wander.

After walking through almost every part of the museum, Natsuki still hasn't found any new negative items.

After making small talk with a staff member, Natsuki asked about the number of all the staff of the museum.

As with the number seen on Natsuki Road, it was not omitted.

After confirming that there were no other negatives, Natsuki left the museum and returned to the car.

Opening the co-pilot's glove box, Natsuki opened the box and took out the package found in the mailbox at home this morning.

Inside was a wad of cash, about 300,000.

It was the "salary" that Gin Wine sent to Natsuki.

Inside was a stack of A4 paper with details of the mission's objectives.

Xia Mu probably looked through it, then took out his mobile phone according to the number on the information, entered the mobile phone, and sent a text message.

[I'm waiting for you at the Medieval Art Museum.] ——Gin。 After

sending the text message, Natsuki put A4 and money into the treasure bag.

The task of the organization is to leave no trace, and if there is no treasure bag, Natsuki can only take out a lighter and burn the A4 paper.

After doing this, Natsuki adjusted the seat back and lay down in the car to rest, waiting for the mission goal to arrive.

This document is more detailed than what Gin Jiu showed to Natsuki before, and it clearly states the target, which is the information of the current owner of this art museum, Manaka.

The other party is also doing things for the organization, and I don't know what went wrong, so Gin Jiu put the other party on the death list.

The target knew about the existence of ginjiu, so Natsuki asked the other party out in the name of ginjiu.

Next, you just need to wait for the negative items to be delivered to your door.

If the other person has it....

It didn't matter if there was no Natsuki, he simply went out. It is possible to complete the tasks of the organization. Get paid.

This trip has also obtained a negative item.

Next, when the case occurs, solve the case before Conan, and continue to make a name for yourself and receive commissions.

Do one thing and get a few payments, this is why Natsuki is willing to work for the organization.

Otherwise, if you honestly work for the organization, Xia Mu might as well be a copyist, mention his old profession, and continue to draw comics.

How interesting it is to draw Detective Conan in the world of Ke Xue.

Time passes little by little.

In the blink of an eye, near the evening, a black commercial car stopped not far away, and the task target walked down from the car

, which was a somewhat rich man, dressed like an upstart, not at all like a person who did things in an organization.

"Here!"

Natsuki rolled down the window and beckoned to the other party.

Seeing that Xia Mu was obviously stunned for a moment, thinking that Gin Jiu had changed to a new driver, so he said a few words to the bodyguard beside him, and then walked over alone.

"Just you?"

Makoto saw that there was no one in the co-pilot and the back seat, asked suspiciously, looked around, confirmed that there were no pedestrians, and sat in the co-pilot.

"I made an appointment with you, Gin Jiu asked me to come to you,"

Natsuki said lightly.

[Negative goods: the ambition of the business empire

] [Receiving success]

"He asked you to urge me again?" Last time he urged me, I told him, it won't be long, and this matter cannot be rushed and cannot be discovered by the police. "

Bastard boy..."

When Shinaka heard this, his face immediately appeared angry, and he couldn't help but roar in the car, seeing that Natsuki was young, he even scolded Natsuki with

him, "You don't seem to have figured out your identity."

A small knife that I don't know where to conjure was pressed against Shinaka's chest, and as his breathing rose and fell, he could clearly feel a tingling pain.

The cold and sharp feeling stimulated Manaka, and Natsuki's flat voice seemed extremely cold in his ears.

Shinaka calmed down all of a sudden.