The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

Pickman?

Kuroba Kaito's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind racing with thoughts.

Could it be that these two paintings he created for his father?

Does he know that his father is Kaitou Kidd?

"Okay, mom, go to sleep!"

"Hello? Hello"

Kuroba Kaito hurriedly hung up the phone, turned over and flashed to the desk, and turned on the computer again.

After exiting the search page for Karasuma Renya's treasure, Kuroba Kaito searched for Pickman's information again.

On a knowledge website called Noah's Ark, he found a related knowledge entry:

[Richard Upton Pickman was an American Post-Impressionist painter in the late 19th century. His paintings are famous for their weirdness and fantasy, which incorporate elements of hell and exaggerated realism. 】

[Representative works: "Ghoul Feast", "Eating Ghoul", "Subway Story", etc.]

The content of the entry is very simple. Unlike other painters, who have countless descendants making various comments on their artistic attainments, history's evaluation of Pickman is almost blank.

However, what Kuroba Kaito cares about is not the artistic aspect, but Pickman's age.

Even if a painter from the late 19th century lived to the eighteenth year before his father became Phantom Thief Kidd, he would still be at least a hundred years old.

It's amazing that a centenarian can create such exquisite paintings.

Kuroba Kaito looked at the painting of the Phantom Thief under the Moon in front of him, and suddenly noticed that some of the oil paint at the corners had oxidized and fallen off.

I stepped on the chair and stretched out my fingers to rub it a little, and there was actually a layer of oil paint underneath the peeled oil paint.

This is

Picture within picture!

There is another painting below this painting!

Kuroba Kaito immediately frantically found various tools and finally removed the life-size portrait and its frame from the wall.

He was so busy that he was sweating profusely, but Kuroba Kaito didn't have time to wipe it off, so he quickly removed the frame and turned it over to the back of the painting to check.

"This is."

The old canvas reveals some strangely colored oil paints. The colors of these oil paints are in the same position as the front portrait, but the colors of the oil paints used are completely different.

This further confirmed Kuroba Kaito's idea. There is a painting underneath the Phantom Thief, and the oil paint of the Phantom Thief was covered on it.

There are two ways to see the painting below. One is to destroy the oil paint on it, but this also means that the portrait of the Phantom Thief under the Moon is gone forever.

Another method is to use an X-ray scanner specially designed for fine arts, which can scan the original painting under the oil paint.

This kind of equipment is only available in professional art museums.

Qin Zhibo came out of Kuroba Kaito's house and walked for a while. He was about to reach out to take a taxi when suddenly the phone in his pocket rang.

Qin Zhibo now carries two phones with him, but the old phone is in the inner pocket of his left chest, and the new phone is in the right chest pocket.

Although the ringtones of the two phones are the same, judging from the vibration of the phone, it is the right chest that is shaking.

It's the black organization's phone number!

Qin Zhibo didn't dare to neglect and quickly picked it up to answer it. Sure enough, he heard Gin Jiu's cold voice on the other side.

"Tonight at 9:00, Nishitama City Municipal Building."

"I got it."

The phone was hung up, and the communication between the two parties was still brief to the extreme.

Qin Zhibo checked Nishitama City on the navigation system, which is about two hours' drive from Tokyo.

It was already afternoon, and by the time I drove there, it would be almost evening.

In this case, it is better to set off now.

Qin Zhibo called Toru Amuro, who was still in the office, and told him that he would not be able to go back before get off work today and asked him to just close the door of the office.

After giving instructions, Qin Zhibo stopped a taxi and headed straight to Nishitama City.

The taxi drove very fast, and within an hour of leaving Jianggutian Town, it arrived at a place that Qin Zhibo was very familiar with.

Longshen Mountain has ninety-nine turns.

Entering the mountainous area of ​​Mount Ryujin is strictly speaking entering Nishitama City.

Qin Zhibo was sitting in the car seat with his eyes closed and recuperating for the night's mission, which he didn't know the content of but was a crime anyway, when the speed of the taxi suddenly dropped slowly until it stopped.

"What happened?"

The taxi driver's confused voice woke up Qin Zhibo. He looked up and saw that the road ahead was blocked by the police.

In the blocked road section, a large crane was working, lifting a car that had overturned on the roadside into the air with a steel rope.

At this time, an ordinary policeman came over and explained the situation to the taxi driver.

"There was a traffic accident on the road ahead. Emergency repairs are being made. It will take about ten minutes to reopen to traffic."

The driver nodded to express his understanding, lit a cigarette in his hand, and said in a neutral tone: "They must be some rich kids from somewhere who come here to race cars in pursuit of excitement."

But as soon as the driver finished speaking, the policeman shook his head and denied it.

"Judging from the current scene conditions, we suspect that this was a traffic accident. Someone bumped the car from behind before knocking it off the cliff."

The police selflessly shared the information. In fact, they were also quietly observing whether there was any paint peeling off on the taxi, but unfortunately there was no paint.

As the car was lifted up, Qin Zhibo suddenly noticed that the car involved in the accident was actually a valuable luxury car, branded BMW.

This reminded Qin Zhibo of someone, so he quickly asked: "Is the driver still alive? What's his name?"

Social skills (eloquence), activate √

Without thinking, the policeman picked up the police manual, read it, and replied: "The driver was already dead when we arrived, and his name was Watanuki Yuichi."

Qin Zhibo recalled that the car thief he met in a nearby factory last night had exactly this name.

The car thief is dead, and it was also a hit-and-run case. The murderer is most likely the man who looked like the vodka boy yesterday.

At this moment, the task prompt also sounded at the right time.

[Side mission: Find out the murderer of this case]

[Task requirement: time limit of 1 hour]

[Task reward: 400 general skill proficiency, 160 social credit]

——

The mission prompt appeared, and Qin Zhibo knew that he had to take action.

There was still a lot of time before I went to Nishitama City to meet Gin in the evening, so there was no need to rush there.

At this moment, another policeman came over to talk to the previous policeman and asked, "Where did the reporter go?"

"Are you talking about the famous detective Mouri Kogoro? They have already let you go, but I have left the phone number."

As soon as he heard the name of Mouri Kogoro, Qin Zhibo's body immediately became excited.

"Please wait!"

"The Moori Kogoro you are talking about, is there an elementary school student wearing glasses next to him?"

The policeman was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "It's not just one primary school student, there are many primary school students."

At the same time, Maori Kogoro drove to the wooden villa in Ryuken Mountain, picked up cold beer and a fishing rod and was about to go fishing.

Conan, who hadn't fished for a long time, also wanted to become an air force, so he went along.

Mao Lilan wanted to take the three little ones with her, but today the three little ones were very surprised and said that they didn't want to go out and just wanted to stay in the house and watch TV.

Maori Lan had no choice but to tell the three of them not to forget to lock the doors and windows, and left with Maori Kogoro and Conan.

After the adults and Conan left, the three little ones quickly sat down at the table and excitedly discussed their "free gift" plan.

"hurry up!"

"Misuhiko, have you really solved the secret code in the hands of the dead driver?"

"Of course! The answer is in the book I just read!"

Thanks for the tip from Vinegar Spilled Feather Pillow!