Conan: Silence in the Dark

"Why did you send it back if you wanted to steal it?" Xiao Ai also found something wrong, and Xiao Jing seemed to be lazy in comparison.

"I just confirmed some details with the driver, such as they didn't see the driver of the last shift, it was the president waiting for them at the transfer station. "

"The transit station is where the satellite misses. Xiao Ai added.

"What Conan means is what the president did to the painting in the middle of it. Combined with the other party's words, even if you don't need to use your brain, Xiao Jing understands what Conan means.

"I was also on the side when Mr. Numajiri was inspecting, and there was a slight difference in the position of the nails and seals on the package. "Conan seemed to have felt something was wrong from the beginning, so he kept a closer look.

"What did the president do with his paintings in half an hour?" Xiao Ai pointed to the question.

"The painting is firm and undamaged. As a specialized appraiser, Xiao Jing believes that she will never be mistaken.

"I've thought of a few guesses, and I've asked the doctor to borrow the computer here to look it up. Conan put his hand to his chin, trying to rule out all possibilities and find the only answer.

"Ding ding~" At this time, Conan's mobile phone also received a text message.

Xiao

Jing and Xiao Ai also seem to have passed in the past, and the content of the real text messages on the mobile phone is only a short "That's right." "

"Actually, there is no loss in painting, there

is no need to be so serious, right?" If it is said that it is stealing painting, at least the crime has been abandoned, but in fact, except for Uncle Suzuki, they have worried for a while, and there has been no actual loss.

"No, the president's purpose is not to steal the painting! Please ask the driver not to go back and meet in the lobby. With that, Conan ran away.

"What a great detective. Of course Xiao Jing knew that Conan had gone to find a doctor, after all, the best person to reason about it here was the doctor, but this kind of impulse that did not change Xiao Jing looked at it with a headache.

"It's not been a day or two, and it's been a bit of a convergence recently. Xiao Wai was sure that Conan had changed a little.

"Let's go see the paintings. After talking to the driver about the meeting place, Jing suggested that Conan must not be so fast, at least explain the situation to the doctor.

"Is Xiao Jing also interested in paintings?".

"I'm not interested, it's just pure appreciation. "The three pictures of shouting, worry, and despair in front of me are like telling a story, and people say that the work will reflect the author's heart, maybe there is some truth, and even Xiao Jing looks at these paintings with some sentimentality.

"I always feel that Xiao Jing also has a lot of secrets. "

"Women are beautiful because of secrets, and secrets make women. Xiao Jing put her index finger to her lips and said the classic quote of Belmode.

"It's a serious look.,If you grow up, it's really like an organization person.。 Xiao Wai gave Xiao Jing a roll of his eyes.

"Xiao Jing, you are here. The doctor said that there was a case this time, so let's go over together. Xiaolan and Yuanzi walked over and said.

"Thank you all for coming. Xiao Jing, who could lip talk, knew at a glance that this was already Conan talking.

"Anyway, why didn't the doctor come by himself. "Xiao Jing has actually always wanted to ask.

"If the case is too complicated, the doctor won't be able to understand it for a while, and the doctor is very busy, you can't expect him to really reason. Xiao Ai explained.

"It's true that there is a specialization in art. "You must know that the doctor is a serious inventor, not to mention whether it is useful or not, there are really a lot of inventions of the doctor, and this reason is sufficient enough.

"Then look here, the doctor took out a picture of the transport, and I took a look at this position, which is not the same as the location of the screaming nail that was transported. "

"But the package has been unpacked, and I can't be sure now, right?" asked Sonoko.

"yes, so I looked for other clues and found that the transporter did deviate from its course. This is also the reason why Mr. Numajiri is not far from the transporter, but the transporter seems to have disappeared. The doctor asked the driver to take out the recorder, which had a record of the drive marked on it, and a vacuum in between.

"Wait, if you do deviate, the transporter won't be able to reach the checkpoint, will it?" the driver asked.

"The transporter did arrive at the checkpoint, and that's right. Conan said in the doctor's voice.

"Isn't that a contradiction?" asked Uncle Suzuki.

"It is not paradoxical to say why, the location of the checkpoint was originally off the route. In order to confirm this, the two drivers drove us to the checkpoint. "

"It's really off the normal navigation route, and it's also in the places that the satellites missed. Numajiri still has some impression of the distance she had traveled.

"Actually, the airport to Suzuki is large.... The distance of the pavilion is not very far, and it is generally not necessary to divide it into two sections. "Conan almost called out Uncle Suzuki, you know, the doctor is also in his fifties.

"Indeed. Everyone agreed.

"So please make sure that this is indeed a checkpoint, right?"

"Yes, that's definitely right. Both drivers confirmed at the same time.

"I asked Conan to ask, is this the first time you've run this road?"

"Yes, but it's normal because of the nature of the transport company. The navigation route is set in the navigation first, and the driving record will be empty because it is missed by the satellite, but the pre-set navigation will be marked directly to the destination, you see. "A driver took out the recorder and called up the original route, and the navigation was indeed pointing here.

"As the president of a transportation company, it is certainly possible to adjust routes and transfer employees, and the president is also aware of his home, which is a place that was missed by satellite. The Doctor pointed to the ground after Conan had finished speaking.

"What!".

"This is the president?".

"Does the president's house serve as a checkpoint?"

"No one will suspect this size when you are a checkpoint. "

"This is where the president asks the staff to deliver the paintings, unpacks them here, and then picks them up half an hour later. "

"But why did it take so much trouble to bring it back?" everyone looked puzzled.

"Dingdong! Home Delivery, Is anyone home? Your shipment has arrived!".

"Mr. President, I'll get it for you!!!!!" Conan fell to the ground, and the rectangular item in his hand fell to the ground.

That's what the president is for. Conan, who fell to the ground, said in the voice of a doctor.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Ai looked at Xiao Jing and frowned and asked strangely.

"It's fine. "It's just that Xiao Jing really wanted to kick Conan because she heard Conan's voice and then heard the sound from the sounder, which is undisguised, if someone has the same keen hearing as herself, wouldn't it be exposed?

"What is this?" said Uncle Suzuki, uninterruptedly unpacking the shipment.

"I'm so sorry, because I really like good art, so I'm so sorry. The president looked at the hanging picture that Uncle Suzuki had opened and apologized.

"I look at the background is the president's house. Xiao Jing looked at the hanging picture and the president was very happy to take a photo with the shout, and it should be a study in the background.

"Even if you like it, you can't do that. "The driver was a little speechless to his president when he saw the truth.

"I'm so sorry!".

"There seems to be a secret door here. The president over there apologized, but Xiao Jing found the secret door when she was idle.

"Has the president taken other photos in the same way?" If you want to say that the secret room is of course used to store unsightly things, it is no wonder that Xiao Wai thinks in this regard.

"Ah, carelessly. "It's said that the president didn't want to hide it, or that he was too naïve to cover it up, and the switch was on the wall behind the vase in the corner.

"That's a lot. "The original wall rises upwards to reveal the paintings inside, all of which are photos of the president taking a group photo, with different backgrounds.

"Advisor, it's clear that this is a criminal case, let's call the police!" Numajiri suggested.

"Wait a minute, President, where did you get that photo of Xiang Sunqi behind you?" asked Suzuki, pointing to the hanging picture directly behind the president.

"I asked the owner to take it when I was transported to the Tokyo Museum of Art, because it was the original Himami!" said the president's tone, which seemed to be a fanatic of art.

"In other words, you have the owner's contact information!" Suzuki asked excitedly.

"Yes, right?," the president himself was unsure.

"Count?" said the crowd strangely.

"Because I know an agent, but he has the owner's contact information. "Because high-priced private collections such as works of art (not only works of art) are often borrowed for exhibitions by art museums and other institutions, there are agents for professional preservation and maintenance.

"That's good, because I'm going to hold an exhibition that will gather sunflowers from all over the world in the near future, and you give me the way you can contact them, and see that you are also because of your love for art, I won't care about this time!"

"The Tokyo Museum of Art refused to provide the contact information of its agent, saying that the owner had decided to lease only state-owned art museums. Sonoko recalled.

"We haven't eaten yet. Xiao Jing said to Xiao Wailing at this time.

"Hey, Mr. Shimamura, it's been good lately, have you seen something again, and want to take pictures, collect money, oh, collect money!" said a lazy voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hello, I'm Jiroyoshi Suzuki, a consultant at the Suzuki Group, and this time I borrowed the phone number of President Shimamura to borrow it from Mukai Kohi, who wants to rent it at the Tokyo Museum of Art. "

"Suzuki? Oh, that Suzuki. Hello, I'm very sorry, but the owner has asked that it can only be rented to a state-owned art museum, and I can't do anything about it. "The way of embarrassment over there.

"Whose phone is it?, I'm eating, I've made Tengchong's favorite crab today!" a woman's voice came from the phone.

"Isn't this Miss Shaya's voice?" said Lan, curiously.

"Hmm, do you know Shaya?" asked a little strangely.

"Uh... I'm Maolilan, and my sister is bothered a lot. Xiaolan had no choice but to answer the phone under the request of Uncle Suzuki with his hands folded.

"Oh, it's Xiaojing's sister. Although the owner has instructed that it will only be lent to the state-owned art museum, if it is you, I can give you the owner's contact information, and you can talk to her, it must be interesting. Tengchong's words were a little playful.

"It is illegal to divulge the client's personal privacy. Xiao Jing reminded here.

"That's right. Tengchong seemed to realize that something was wrong.

"Then let Shaya wait to send you the number, I didn't reveal anything, right?" Teng Chong changed his words again.

"Of course!" Uncle Suzuki responded.

"Thank you so much Xiaolan!".

"I didn't expect Xiaolan to know such a person!" said Yuan Zi unexpectedly.

"It's Xiao Jing who knows. Xiaolan was a little embarrassed.

"You don't have to fight..... "Xiao Jing said.

"There you have it, there you have it!" Uncle Suzuki looked at the real number on his phone excitedly, because the other Mukai are all art museums, and if you pay for it, you can rent it. Obviously, everything abroad has been negotiated, who knows that the halberd in his hometown of Japan led to the middle of the plan, and now that he sees the dawn, it is no wonder that he will be excited.

"Lingling!".

"Semitic. Xiao Jing watched her phone ring speechlessly, and sighed in her heart, Semit was fully capable of rejecting this call.

"Is there a mistake?" The garden said strangely.

"Let me see. Conan glanced at his mobile phone number.

"Speaking of Mr. Tengchong, isn't it the person who invited Xiao Jing to dinner today?" Xiao Ai said at this time.

"I said, you don't have to fight....." When everyone looked at Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing had to repeat.

"I haven't eaten yet, have I!" the garden grabbed Xiao Jing.

"Let's eat together!" Uncle Suzuki gave Sonoko a well-done look.

"Xiao Jing, you also have something to say to your sister, right?" Xiao Lan's eyes were a little terrifying.

"It can't really be Xiao Jing's, right?" Xiao Ai still couldn't help but ask.

"Remove all disguises, and what is left behind, believe it or not, is the truth......" Conan looked up meaningfully at the painting.

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