Conan's other self

"Hey, I still have something to say!" Conan said dissatisfiedly as he walked out of the exhibition hall.

"There are some things that he can only figure out on his own." Fengyuan said, "He doesn't understand your persistence, and you can't understand how much he values ​​art."

"…Then what if he still wants to take action?"

"If he doesn't turn himself in today, you should go call the police."

"You are so heartless," Conan said with vacant eyes, "You just said 'Grandpa Knight'."

If Director Ochiai can just let it go, then even if he doesn't surrender, the matter will end like this, which is what Conan can accept.

But being able to surrender would naturally mean that he had given up the idea of ​​killing people. This matter was interrupted early and the spellcasting was interrupted without any consequences. Even if he surrendered, nothing would happen.

With this in mind, Conan planned to put on Kudo Shinichi's vest tomorrow, lie about knowing what happened from Conan, and go to the Megure Police Department to make excuses.

If it doesn't work, please try again.

The two walked side by side, and Feng Yuan put the incident behind him.

He tried everything he wanted to do.

He has no intention of trying his best to save knights or demons, nor is he interested in providing psychological counseling to an old man he meets by chance.

As I said before, he has no artistic talent and cannot truly understand the mood of Director Ochiai.

"Speaking of which, those little devils are usually very naughty, but I didn't expect that they can sometimes have some positive effects."

If these brats hadn't ignored the no-entry sign and barged in, Boss Manaka would probably be a corpse by now.

"Then call them next time?"

"...No, please spare me."

"Unfortunately, Uncle Maori will not let you go." Fengyuan suddenly changed his tone, and Conan was stunned for a moment, "Didn't I tell you? Uncle and Xiaolan found that you were missing, and I volunteered to come here. Looking for you..."

Just as he was talking, the sound of footsteps came. Conan saw Uncle Maori and Xiaolan striding towards him angrily.

"You brat!" Before Conan could decide whether to run or not, Uncle Maori rushed over and punched Conan on the head, "He's been running around all day long!"

Conan wanted to cry but had no tears.

"That's right! Conan, you are too naughty!"

"You have to listen carefully to what adults say, right?"

Ayumi, Genta and Mitsuhiko criticized Conan sternly.

Conan's heart ached even more.

…

Director Ochiai surrendered anyway.

The police also believed that there was no need to file a case, and even gave Director Ochiai a few words of relief after understanding the motive.

The art gallery was also demolished as scheduled.

The museum, which had been in business for fifty years, gained attention for a long time after its life ended. Some people took to the streets to express their regrets and dissatisfaction, and some legislators stood up and made popular remarks, which gained a lot of support.

But when I think about how there were few visitors to the museum before this, this scene is a bit funny.

Xiaolan was really a little disappointed.

But not long after, they unexpectedly received an invitation from Director Ochiai. It turned out that he used his life savings from working all his life to buy a small number of art works from the boss Zhenzhong, and then rented a room and opened a small exhibition hall.

The remnants of the old era finally made their cry to the wheel of the times.

No one knows how long Director Ochiai can last. But at least they had a lot of fun that day.

The exhibition hall is very small, and there are not many collections, but the painting "God's Punishment" is right in it. Director Ochiai wore the same medieval knight's armor to receive Uncle Maori and Xiaolan, and also prepared several sets of children's armor for several children who didn't know where they got it.

Ayumi was running around in armor, while Genta and Mitsuhiko were fencing each other with long wooden swords. Conan looked at Maplehara with the eyes of a primary school student, eager to try with a wooden spear.

Fire Spear, charge!

A knight should have the courage to charge towards destiny.

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After that, although Maplehara felt like it hadn't been long, Conan still encountered many cases.

But it has nothing to do with the guys who made Kudo Shinichi what he is now.

The closest thing was one of the bombings that happened on the Shinkansen. On the Shinkansen, Conan met a tall and strong duo in black. At first glance, he thought he had bumped into the two guys who had given him drugs, but he soon realized that these two people were just impostors who looked very similar.

This made him both relieved and disappointed.

In this regard, Feng Yuan also expressed his opinion. He suggested that Conan go to the insurance company when he had time.

Compared to Conan, Maplehara's life was much more stable. School is always on holiday for no reason, so Conan is often taken out by Maori and his daughter to run business, so he doesn't even have many opportunities to meet Conan, and naturally there are not many opportunities to encounter events.

Maplehara was quite pleased that he didn't have the same criminal-attracting physique as Conan.

However, of course, life cannot always be without any ups and downs.

On this day, Conan was called by the doctor to maintain his foot strength-enhancing shoes, and then returned to Maori's house. Dr. Agasa also finished his work early, fell on the bed and fell asleep, and his snoring soon became earth-shattering.

Dr. Agasa's work and rest schedules have always been so irregular, and Maplehara, who has become accustomed to it, doesn't mind this. After thinking for a while, after washing, Fengyuan also lay on his single bed next to him.

Then put on earplugs, isolate Dr. Agasa's snoring, close your eyes, and go to the Hawaii in your memory to practice marksmanship.

In his memory, Yusaku Kudo taught him a lot of shooting techniques, which benefited him a lot.

In fact, because of memory, just like football skills, Maplehara can quickly turn Kudo Shinichi's inherent shooting ability into his own by relying on his control of the body.

As for why he still continues to practice - of course it is because Kudo Shinichi himself still has plenty of room for growth in these aspects.

By the time he completed today's study task, it was already late at night and he was a little tired, so his brain gradually emptied and he fell asleep.

However, unlike Dr. A Li, he always sleeps quietly, and even when he is very tired, only the slightest sound of breathing comes out.

However…

In the room, a shadow came slightly closer.

This shadow used the weak light of the mobile phone to look at Fengyuan, who was lying on his side, and was not sure whether Fengyuan had fallen asleep.

However, after thinking about the time and looking at Fengyuan's almost motionless appearance, he hesitated and then cautiously started to approach Fengyuan.

The black shadow also held a sharp prop in his hand.

Arriving at Feng Yuan's bedside, the black shadow held his breath, bent down, and pointed the tool in his hand toward Feng Yuan's head.