Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 18 How Small Is This Blessing?
Tang Ze has been short of artistic bacteria for two lifetimes, and belongs to the insulator of art museums.

He let Suzuki Sonoko drag him, followed step by step behind Mao Lilan who was concentrating on watching the exhibition, and silently opened a smiling .exe of "That's it, I understand", and started to hang up.

Mao Lilan walked in the front, constantly amazed at the paintings and artworks, her eyes sparkled, and she could see that she really liked them.

Tang Ze pondered, or else he would turn around and give her the fan that Marudenjiro stole.

The treasures of the hall will not affect the real original objects after they return to reality, but some changes will occur in their form. The inscriptions and paintings on the folding fan have disappeared, and now it is a beautifully crafted and precious blank golden fan.

This thing is not suitable for hanging out, it will arouse others' suspicion for no reason, and Tang Ze is not interested in reselling it, so if it is not used as a gift, it can only be left in the inventory to eat ashes.

The three high school students had a clear division of labor, Mao Lilan watched the exhibition, Tang Ze took care of fishing, Suzuki Sonoko watched Tang Ze, and only the bored Conan was left yawning with his hands behind his back.

He simply took the tour guide that came with the ticket and read it. This art exhibition will be divided into four themed exhibition halls: sky, ocean, earth, and hell. On the printed coloring pages, there are several representative works in each theme column. Photos of sexual exhibits.

"Sister Sonoko," Conan held up the leaflet in his hand, pointing to the thumbnail under the title of the Hell Exhibition Hall, "Is this the armor you were talking about?"

After raising the paper, he glanced down and saw the tofu block on the edge of the page, "...I regret to inform you that the Mihua Art Museum will be officially closed next month. Thank you for your support over the years..." Word.

"Ah, it's in the exhibition hall of Hell. It sounds like a very atmospheric place." Suzuki Sonoko bent down to take a closer look, his eyes lit up, and he immediately grabbed Mao Lilan who was standing in front of the showcase, "Xiao Lan, let's go to this hall first. , I will accompany you to continue shopping later, okay?"

The purpose of her coming to the art museum is to create an atmosphere where Tang Ze will accompany her to visit the haunted house. This effect is like pulling the opposite sex to watch a horror movie. You can get close to each other casually. You must strike while the iron is hot!
Mao Lilan looked at Suzuki Sonoko's expectant eyes, then glanced at Tang Ze who was a little dazed, and understood that she might have some "tricks to tease men" that she wanted to use.

Mao Lilan, who had a deep understanding of Yuanzi's character, could only help her. The four of them followed the arrows and walked through the corridor in the middle to the hall on the other side.

Tang Ze, who hadn't given up on interrupting the case, felt a little uncomfortable watching everyone turn to the hell exhibition hall.

His idea is to wait for the characters in the comics to finish their appearances, and he will just keep up with the dead or the murderer. If he can't block it psychologically, then physically block it.

I don't know if it's because Kogoro Mori was replaced by him and Sonoko Suzuki, but things have been deflected a bit, and the people involved in the case who were supposed to appear on the scene in turn did not appear.

It seems really hopeless, that capitalist who despises art, I am afraid that he has been hung on a street lamp, ah, not on the wall...

The lights at the end of the corridor were not turned on, and the porch marked the Hell Exhibition Hall was dark behind. Reminiscent of the legend of walking armor, Mao Lilan was a little embarrassed and couldn't help reaching out to hold Conan.

The little hand was grabbed by Xiaolan, and Conan, who was alert just now, blushed immediately, and couldn't say anything.

"I didn't turn on the light. Is it a malfunction, or did the hell theme turn it off on purpose?" Suzuki Sonoko was actually fine, but she still took advantage of the problem and pulled Tang Ze's entire arm to hug him tightly, "It's so dark!"

I knew that the beads of the abacus were all smashed into people's faces.Tang Ze, who was caught, shook his head speechlessly, but thinking of the scene he would encounter soon, he did not pull out his hand in pity.

Just pretend for a while, and then you will be really scared to death.

"Wow, what a big piece of work." The light coming in from the corridor allowed Mao Lilan to vaguely see the layout of the hall. When she turned her head, she noticed the huge oil painting on the wall. She lowered her head and approached the exhibit description under the oil painting , "This painting is called "The Scourge."

""God's Wrath"," Tang Ze stood in the center of the frame and raised his head. The picture depicted a demon being pierced by a long sword on a rock, and a knight who slays a demon with his head bowed deeply, trudging through a muddy pool of blood. "It's a very oppressive painting, it really looks like a scene from hell..."

After speaking, Tang Ze inhaled, and his ears caught the regular "tick" sound of water droplets. He was mentally prepared and turned his head to look behind him.

A man with a wide mouth and a ferocious expression was pierced through the throat by a knight's sword in both hands, and his feet were nailed to the wall off the ground. His light-colored suit was stained by the splash of blood, and the blood flowed down his body , Converging into a pool of blood under his feet, flowing to the red carpet in the middle of the aisle, like a river flowing into a sea of ​​blood.

This is a very powerful corpse. Even Tang Ze, who was fully prepared, was stunned for a moment. Then he blocked the two girls behind him, and pushed Conan behind his legs: "Back! Be careful!"

The puzzled female high school student turned her head.

"Ahhh——" Two high-pitched soprano voices, one from the left and the other from the right, exploded in Tang Ze's ears.

The screams arrived late, but miscalculated.

Tang Ze's head was buzzing from the two of them, and he couldn't reach out to cover his ears, and he had to maintain a shocked and dignified expression, which was very painful.

"What's the matter, what's the situation!" The high-decibel female screaming duet echoed in the hall with little traffic, and soon attracted security staff and tourists.

Before Conan's detective instinct broke out to control the field, Tang Ze stopped at the door: "Don't approach, go and turn on the light. Call the police, there is a dead body here!"

The guards and staff were stunned for a moment and immediately followed suit. The tourists screamed and became commotion.

Tang Ze looked at the crowd with a heavy face, and was about to wait for the murderer to come on stage, but his vision first caught a tourist wearing a mask, and he couldn't help being stunned.

The man stood on the outermost layer of tourists, with a knitted hat on his head, long black hair hanging behind him, and he was staring at the dark inner hall.

Spotting Tang Ze's sweeping gaze, the man retreated behind the other tourists without a trace, and quickly left around the corner.

Although the face cannot be seen clearly, and the color of the eyes cannot be seen, the long hair in the knitted hat is as obvious as the blond hair and black skin.

Could this be Akai Shuuichi?

No, he should be called "Rye Whiskey". After his undercover identity was exposed, Akai Shuichi cut off his conspicuous long hair.

Hasn't he been exposed yet?Tang Ze's mind was a little confused, how many things did butterflies have in this stitched world?
The sound of sirens from far and near didn't make Tang Ze turn his attention back. He recalled Akai Shuichi's behavior of avoiding him just now, and recalled the scene of Amuro rubbing the dishes under the cloud cover yesterday.

… No wonder he looked like he was going to rub the plate on fire, so his other stalker, was the rye whiskey?

The corner of Tang Ze's mouth twitched. Two undercover agents serve me alone. Is this a small blessing?
(End of this chapter)