The mastermind behind Conan

"You're repenting for what you've done before, aren't you?"

Bai Shiwu walked straight to the huge Heavenly Punishment painting and said playfully.

"Before, what was done, repentance—"

Director Ochiai's face was full of panic, his eyes widened, and he asked tremblingly, "You, you, what do you know?"

"Actually, the real murderer who killed Kenichiro Manaka is you!" said Takeshi Shiraishi playfully.

“！？"

Director Ochiai was startled for a moment, and after a few seconds, he reluctantly smiled and said, "What are you talking about, Mr. Graybara, you, you said I was the murderer, isn't the murderer already Kameda Saburo..."

"Oh, do you still want to quibble? Then I'll let you- convinced!!"

Bai Shiwu's whole person's momentum changed in an instant.

From the beginning of the playful leisurely, suddenly became serious.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a cold and confident smile hung up.

"First of all, the ballpoint pen that was found on the floor of the exhibition hall and discarded by the deceased. "

Takeshi Shiraishi continued: "I remember very well that the deceased took advantage of the time when the murderer fell to the ground, took the opportunity to tear off the cards on the wall, and then picked up the ballpoint pen that appeared on the ground by coincidence, and wrote the name of the murderer on the cards, right, Director Ochiai?"

"Yes, yes!" Director Ochiai nodded reluctantly.

Indeed, most people think so. However, if we assume that this ballpoint pen that coincidentally appeared on the ground is a pen without ink, then how did the death message left by the deceased on the card come about?"

"!!" Director Ochiai was silent.

"On the cards, in addition to the two characters Kameda, there are many traces of strokes without ink, and the drawings are messy, can I guess so, Director Ochiai..."

The confidence on Bai Shiwu's face became more and more conspicuous: "The two words Kameda were not written by the deceased, but written by the murderer in advance! And the ballpoint pen that happened to appear on the ground, to be exact, should be a ballpoint pen without ink, and it should have been arranged by the murderer in advance." "

It is very likely that the murderer said to the deceased, "Look at the card on the back, the name of the murderer is written on it!" But the deceased tore it off and looked at it, only to find that it was not the name of the murderer, but the name of Kameda. "

"When the deceased was panicking, he coincidentally picked up the ballpoint pen on the ground, tried to erase the name on it, and wrote down the name of the real murderer, that is, the person who asked him to come to the exhibition room for an appointment!

"What you said does make a lot of sense, but、But、Do you have any evidence?," Director Ochiai said suddenly.

"The proof is - the ballpoint pen without ink hidden on you!"

Shiraishi's voice fell, and Director Ochiai lowered his head silently.

"You should have quietly switched the ballpoint pen that the deceased threw away with the ballpoint pen with the ink on your body while everyone's eyes were focused on the corpse, right?"

"Yes, the old man has lost, Mr. Grayplain, you have won! I will turn myself in. Director Ochiai bowed his head and said.

"Surrender? No, no, why don't you think about it so much, turn yourself in?" said Shiraishi Takeshi playfully.

"Could it be !!," Director Ochiai raised his head in surprise.

"Yes, I didn't intend to hand you over to the police. Takeshi Shiraishi said.

"But why?" said Director Ochiai, puzzled.

"If the curator turns himself in, who will help me take care of this art museum from now on? Didn't you say before, now that there are fewer and fewer people who know how to appreciate art, and it is not so easy for me to find someone who loves art as much as you!" said Shiraishi.

"Help you take care of this art museum!!Mr. Gray Plains, you, you, do you mean that you want to buy this art museum, continue to open it, and let me, a murderer, take care of it for you!?"

Director Ochiai's old voice trembled slightly, and it was clear that he was in a very excited mood right now.

"What, looking at your expression, don't you want to?" Bai Shiwu said lightly.

"Willing, willing, old man of course willing, every work in this museum is like my child, of course I do, only, as long as you don't mind that I'm a murderer, as long as you can let me take care of my children, I, I can do anything for you!"

"Very well, this is a Swiss bank account, you take it, help me buy this museum back, and then you continue to be your director!" Bai Shishi handed over a note.

Subsequently, under the enthusiastic leadership of Director Ochiai, he left the exhibition hall and left the museum.

Back to the villa.

"Wu, Gang, just now, Director Ochiai, why do you respect you so much?" After holding back all the way, Akemi Miyano couldn't help it anymore and asked.

"Because, I just talked to him about a business!" the corners of Shiraishi's mouth raised slightly, and he reached out and pressed Akemi Miyano on the sofa in the living room.

"Birth, business..."Akemi Miyano didn't resist, her pretty face flushed slightly, and asked in a low voice.

"I bought the museum and let him continue to be the director, do you think he should respect me?" Shiraishi Takeshi's hand dishonestly touched Miyano Akemi's body.

"Buy, buy!?" Akemi Miyano was stunned for a moment: "Why, why do you suddenly want to buy an art museum?"

"I don't think you like this museum very much?" Takeshi Shiraishi suddenly approached Akemi Miyano.

The two men had their noses pressed together, their eyes facing each other.

"Because, because I like it...?" Akemi Miyano blushed, her heart warmed, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and the figure of Shuichi Akai, who had been steadily occupying her heart, was slowly replaced by Takeshi Shiraishi.

"How is it?, do you like it?" asked Shiraishi Takeshi evilly.

"Uh-huh!"

Akemi Miyano hummed twice, her beautiful eyes flickered, her mouth opened slightly, her face was shy, and she said softly: "Wu, Wu... You, you are so good to me, me and my sister, I, I can't repay it, so, please let me, let me, let me serve you!"

As soon as the words fell, Akemi Miyano's fair arms suddenly wrapped around Shiraishi's neck, and he took the initiative to stick to Shiraishi's lips.

Dry firewood meets fire.

It was on fire.

Now.

On the other side of the ocean, in a headscarf store.

At the recommendation of the store, Shuichi Akai chose a green bandana of forgiveness, which is the most popular at the moment, and tied it on his head.

Shuichi Akai looked at himself in the mirror, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he didn't know what was happening in the villa.

(Four more to seek the full order of automatic!Recommended:Fantasy City God-level dreaming system)