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Maori Detective Agency.

"What? Medieval armor can walk on its own?" Mouri Kogoro asked loudly.

Xiaolan said in surprise and excitement: "Yes, I heard that two guards saw it at night, and it caused a commotion nearby."

"It's at the Mihua Art Museum. Doesn't it sound interesting? Let's go to the art museum together."

Both Mouri Kogoro and Conan were holding back their laughter, but in the end they couldn't help but laugh wildly.

Xiaolan was confused, "Why are you laughing?"

Kogoro ran to his daughter and taught him a lesson like an adult, "You believe this kind of nonsense. It shows that you haven't grown up yet. It's just a trick to attract tourists."

"Yes, yes."

Conan continued, and couldn't agree more: "Sister Xiaolan, those are all lies to children."

"Aren't you a child too?"

Xiaolan clenched her fists and said angrily: "If you don't go, I will go find Sister Xuesui and the others."

Conan, who had just walked a few steps away, thought of the lovers and immediately stopped, "Then I'll go too."

Alone at home and with no one to cook, Mouri Kogoro had no choice but to go along.

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Mihua Art Museum.

Xiaolan, Chen Jun, and Xuesui strolled slowly to the art museum.

Xiaolan wore a light red suit jacket, and Xuesui put on a beige mid-length windbreaker. Both of them looked pure and charming, attracting a lot of attention along the way.

Chen Jun was wearing casual sportswear, sandwiched between the two women, and was receiving Conan's attention.

When they arrived at the art museum, there were only a few people at the entrance, and there didn't seem to be many people. Kogoro complained, "You are the only one who would fall for the trick of the armor running away, Xiaolan."

After the four people sold out their tickets, Conan entered the venue free of charge because he was not tall enough. Kogoro and Conan were not interested in the art on the wall. Kogoro went to find some entertainment on his own, while Conan followed Xiaolan.

Guang looked at these two highly intelligent lovers from time to time.

"Wow, what a beautiful painting."

Standing outside the isolation fence and looking up at the artwork, Xiaolan couldn't help but marvel.

Xuesui smiled and said: "It is indeed beautiful. This pair of Picasso's "Leisure Angel" is one of his early masterpieces. It uses light lines and bright and rich colors to create a unique sense of warmth. It is one of his rare works that is not so abstract.

s work."

"Sister Xuesui knows a lot." Xiaolan looked adoring.

"Miss, your analysis is very thorough. Do you like this painting "The Leisurely Angel" very much?" A bowing old man with gray hair walked slowly behind him, looking at the painting with deep emotion.

Xuesui replied: "I like "The Unknown Girl" by the Russian painter Ivan Nikolayevich very much."

"Then you must be a woman like her." The bowed old man praised, looked around the surrounding paintings, and said slightly proudly: "I like all the works here very much, they are like my children."

Xuesui asked: "Who are you?"

The old man straightened his body slightly and said seriously: "Actually, I am the director of this art museum. My surname is Ochiai."

Suddenly, Director Ochiai's eyes widened, he saw a scene in the distance, and suddenly shouted angrily:

"Kubota, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you that you must wear gloves when handling your works? Can you afford to pay for it if it's damaged?"

The thin man named Kubota apologized quickly.

After Director Ochiai scolded him loudly, he asked other employees to put on gloves and remove the artworks from the walls.

At this time, a fat man swaggered in. He was the owner of the museum, Manaka, who was about to acquire the museum. He looked at Director Ochiai and sneered: "There are still no tourists as usual. This place will be closed in 10 days.

Before the museum closes, these junks will trouble you."

Director Ochiai's respectful attitude as a man was in sharp contrast to the way he had angrily reprimanded his employees earlier.

After Boss Manaka left, Xiaolan and Conan learned from Director Ochiai that the art museum would be converted into a hotel by Boss Manaka.

Chen Jun stood aside, not paying attention to Director Ochiai's words, but he felt a sense of...

Killing intent!

The murderous intention with a hint of resentment, even if it is very mild, cannot escape the eyes of a professional like Chen Jun.

The conflict between Ochiai, the director of the museum, who regards the artworks as treasures, and Manaka, the boss, who regards the paintings as a pile of scrap metal and scrap paper, seems irreconcilable. Chen Jun looked at the director with a complex expression and said softly: "Sometimes,

There’s more than one way to solve a problem.”

"Thank you." Director Ochiai smiled bitterly, "But young man, you won't understand."

After Director Ochiai left, Xiaolan asked Chen Jun, "Brother, what paintings do you like?"

"I don't have much research on painting. Unlike Yukiho, I occasionally read "Sleeping Venus", "The Three Graces", "Flinda" and so on."

Xiaolan didn't understand its meaning, and Conan didn't understand it either.

Xuesui's face turned slightly red and she glared at him angrily.

Chen Jun smiled slightly, without explaining, and followed Xuesui and Xiaolan to wander around the art gallery. His strange smile fell into the eyes of the little boy wearing glasses next to him, and Conan felt the need to investigate Ivan Nikolai, whom they both liked.

What exactly are Jevich's "Unknown Girl" and "Sleeping Venus" paintings?

I have almost finished walking through the major exhibition halls of the museum, and there is only one last exhibition hall left to see.

However, in the last exhibition hall, there was a sign saying "Unrelated visitors, no entry". They did not go in. After playing for a while, they returned here and found that the sign had been removed inexplicably.

Women seemed to have a unique interest in 'shopping'. Xuesui and Xiaolan were still in high spirits and did not give up. They walked straight into this dark-looking exhibition hall. There were many medieval armors, weapons, and similar items from mythology placed on both sides of the aisle.

The hell monsters are walking deeper and deeper, and the dead silent environment is shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere.

Horrible, unknown...

Xiaolan was slightly frightened. She opened her head and looked around, fearing that a figure would suddenly appear around her. She pressed her body against Xuesui's side. For some reason, she quickly calmed down.

Conan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he also didn't feel any fear in Xuesui.

As an elite medical student admitted to the Faculty of Medicine at Dongda University, Chen Jun has seen many bloody scenes and is normal to these useless fluctuations. But Xiaolan, who has a black belt in karate and is naturally full of emotions, has no trace of it.

This girl is not simple!

Conan trusted his own judgment.

"Look, there is a painting right in front of you!"

At the end, there was only one painting. Xiaolan became bolder all of a sudden. She looked up and admired this painting with interest. In the hell, she saw a huge painting hanging on the wall. In the painting, there was a knight in armor.

Raise the sword high, penetrate the devil's throat with one sword, and nail the devil to the wall!

The devil looked up to the sky and roared, his death was hideous and tragic.

Hot blood splashed on the knight's armor, which was extremely scarlet.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

In the silent exhibition hall, sounds like dripping water suddenly sounded one after another, accompanied by a faint smell of blood.

Xuesui turned her head and pointed: "Look."

Hearing Xuesui's voice, Xiaolan became curious, turned her head suddenly, and immediately turned pale with fright, and her loud screams pierced the sky.

"Ah~"

Someone died.

Conan seemed to smell the bloody shark and immediately ran over.

But he found out.

Someone had already walked over. He looked at the miserable corpse with no fear on his face and regarded it as normal. He slowly squatted down and carefully observed the surrounding scene.