A Detective: I Believe in Science

Chapter 13 The Prisoner You Want to Protect

The art museum is located in a relatively prosperous area in Tokyo, and it took a short drive to reach the destination. The appearance of the art gallery is quite literary. Although Noah has no literary style, it does not prevent myself from nodding in praise.

"Hello, this must be Mr. Mori. I am the curator of the art museum. You can call me Ochiai."

When the four of Noah were admiring the shape of the art gallery, an old man with white eyebrows came out of the gallery, walked straight to Uncle Mao Li, and greeted Uncle Mao Li while extending his hand.

"Hi, Director Ochiai, we are here to visit the museum at your invitation."

Although Uncle Mao Li is usually very inconspicuous, but that is also aimed at Noah and Xiaolan and other young people. When they actually meet in formal occasions, they are quite serious, just like now, talking to the curator with a serious face.

"Conan, why are you still angry, cheapskate."

Noah was not used to looking at Uncle Maori's serious look, and he couldn't help but want to talk to someone. It happened that Conan was by his side looking at him with resentment, and started to tease him.

"It's not because of you, why do you like to bully children so much?"

"No way, isn't this idle and boring? Don't be angry, you see that Uncle Mao Li looks quite handsome when he is serious."

When Conan heard Noah's answer, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, bullying me if he was bored, I don't want to lose face, looking at the current state of Uncle Maori, Conan couldn't help but nodded in a strange way,

"He's really handsome. The charm of the middle-aged uncle is really extraordinary."

Xiaolan looked at the way Noah and Conan pointed at her father, thinking that they were talking bad about her father behind her back, but when she stepped forward, she realized that she was praising her father, and her eyes on the two became more and more serious. kind.

In fact, Noah originally wanted to complain that Uncle Maori was usually out of tune, and he didn't know if it was because of his practice of swordsmanship that his perception ability became better and better. Although he didn't look back, he could clearly feel Xiao Lan's approach, the next few unserious words were not spoken.

"Take care of them, these are very precious works of art."

When the two people next to him passed in front of Director Ochiai with a few works of art, one of them accidentally dropped the armor on the ground. Director Ochiai saw it and warned loudly.

"So what if you cherish it, anyway, this place will be demolished soon, and your precious artwork can no longer be viewed by others."

An annoying voice came slowly from outside the gate of the art gallery, a chunky man in luxurious clothes and a tall man in a suit walked in.

"True, it's all because of you that the art museum has fallen to this point, you still have the face to say it."

Curator Ochiai seemed very dissatisfied with the man named Masaka in front of him, and when he was about to refute, the young man who moved the art objects just now spoke up first.

"Iijima, how can you say that about Boss Zhenzhong? If Boss Zhenzhong didn't buy this place, both of us might lose our jobs."

"Kubata, how much the curator takes care of you, and you still help this black-hearted developer?" Kubota was the one who just dropped the artwork on the ground, and the two seemed to have completely different views on the real boss.

"Whatever you say, Kubota, you don't have to pretend to be kind. Hurry up and return my money. Anyway, this place will soon become the place where my restaurant will open. The designer will help me see how to plan here." Zhenzhong The boss led the designers behind him to conduct surveys around the entire art gallery.

"I'm sorry to let you guys read a joke." Director Ochiai, who had been silent all this time, looked at the figure of Boss Mamanaka going away, and said with a downcast expression.

"What happened here? Why did the real boss say that this place will soon become his restaurant? Isn't this an art gallery?"

Uncle Mori couldn't hold back his curiosity at first, and curator Ochiai was not in a hurry to answer this question immediately, and asked Iijima and Kubota to move out the artworks and put them in one of the rooms.

"Well, actually, I should blame myself. Poor management has caused the art gallery to lose money and close down. Today is the last day for the art gallery to open. Tomorrow, it will become the restaurant that the boss of Zhenzhong said. Mr. Maori, I will wait a moment Let Iijima show you around, I'm tired, so I'll go down and rest first."

Curator Ochiai simply answered Uncle Mori's question, turned around with a lonely expression and walked towards his resting room. On the way, he saw Kubota talking quietly with Boss Manaka. On the painting, listening to Kubota's bowed speech with a face full of indifference.

"It's really strange. Director Ochiai usually cherishes his artwork very much. As long as others don't respect the artwork, he will immediately lose his temper. Why is he so quiet today?"

The young man named Iijima walked over and said to himself that he was ordered by the Ochiai curator to show Mori and the others around. Seeing this scene in front of him, he felt very strange.

"Hehe, perhaps, they are already dead in the eyes of Director Ochiai."

From the time he entered the door, Noah felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar. When he saw the painting in Manaka's hand, he remembered what was going to happen this time. Is it exactly the same as the pattern shown in the painting in front of you?

Noah looked at the Boss Manaka and Kubota in front of him with a playful look in his eyes. If he didn't feel wrong just now, when Curator Ochiai left, he looked at the two of them with a killing intent. If I hadn't practiced swordsmanship hard recently, I might not be able to feel it.

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"The exhibition hall of our art museum is divided into several major sections. What we are currently visiting is the sky exhibition hall. Due to the closure of the art museum, many artworks have been moved to other places recently."

Even though today is the last day, Iijima still seriously led Mori and the others to visit the art gallery, and explained each exhibit in great detail.

"We recently read news that there is a moving armor. Is it true? Where is that armor?"

When Iijima heard Mr. Mori's question, he looked a little scared on his face, and his voice sounded a little trembling.

"That one is in the Hell Exhibition Hall. Most of it contains medieval armor and artwork, but outsiders have been forbidden to enter there. Since you are personally invited by the curator Ochiai, you can still go in if you want to see it. Do you want to go?"

"Go and have a look, I don't believe there is any armor that can move by itself, don't you think so, brother Noah."

Before Uncle Maori opened his mouth, Conan had already expressed his desire to go, and even attracted Noah. Maori didn't have the slightest feeling for these works of art, and he didn't want to go at first, but since Conan's words have been said, he can It's not easy to stop, so we had to go together.

"It's terrible, I knew I wouldn't come"

Walking in the exhibition hall of Hell, Xiaolan couldn't help complaining that most of the artworks here are cold armor, and even a few art paintings occasionally are full of blood. Xiaolan, who was originally timid, is now even more creepy .

"Sister Xiaolan, it's okay, it's all a work of art, no matter how scary it is, it's fake."

Conan saw that his beloved sister Xiaolan was afraid, and the warm male attribute was online, so he couldn't help comforting her.

"What is that!"

Xiaolan was not at ease because of Conan's comfort. Seeing a dark shadow in the dark, she couldn't help but took two steps forward. After seeing the appearance clearly, she couldn't help but yelled.

"It's...the corpse, and it's the Boss Zhenzhong we saw just now."

Hearing Xiaolan's shout, Conan hurried forward, only to see that Boss Zhenzhong was nailed to the wall with a sword, and there were several sword marks on his body that went deep into the bones, bleeding continuously.

"Little devil, why are you excited? Can you step forward to this? Noah, you take Xiaolan and Conan out, and go to the police."

Conan seemed to want to observe the corpse further, but was punched on the head by Uncle Maori, and couldn't help screaming while hugging his head. Noah didn't have any nostalgia for the scene of the crime, and he wasn't a detective, so why did he join in the fun? Conan and Xiaolan, who were screaming with headaches, went out of the exhibition hall and prepared to call the police.

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"The name of the deceased is Zhen Zhong, the owner of a restaurant. The deceased was murdered in the art gallery that will become his hotel. The most fatal injury came from his chest, with a sword piercing his heart."

Looking at the Megure police officers who were watching, Uncle Maoli reported everything he knew, the deceased's interpersonal situation, and everyone who had contact with him were also invited here.

"It seems that there are quite a few people with criminal motives. Director Ochiai, Kubota, and Iijima should be the main suspects."

"I feel that it is unlikely that Director Ochiai is a suspect. If you can nail a strong person to the wall, the power of that person is definitely beyond the reach of Director Ochiai."

Before Officer Megure could analyze it, Mori first expressed his thoughts, and Officer Megure nodded in agreement. After all, Director Ochiai is old, and it is indeed impossible for him to have such great strength.

"Uncle Mori's ability is really not to be underestimated. This ability to be biased is really high. The most likely person is the prisoner's curator Ochiai, but you were the first to get rid of it."

Noah looked at Maori's swearing analysis, and Police Officer Mugure's expression of conviction felt helpless. He turned his head and wanted to ask the famous detective around him if he had found anything, only to see that Conan had followed Officer Megure and the others to watch the surveillance .

"This kid is really a reasoning maniac."

Noah shook his head, and also followed to see how our little detective Conan can use his skills.

In the monitoring room, the expressions of the people were not good-looking. They thought that the monitoring could capture the prisoner's face, but they didn't expect to kill people wearing armor. They were hiding too tightly.

It can't be said that he didn't find it. During the monitoring, the boss of Zhenzhong seemed to write something on the paper with a pen while the prisoner turned around, but the prisoner didn't see it. Police officer Mu Mu hurriedly ordered the police next to him to look for it.

"found it."

Everyone hurriedly opened the note and found that Kubota's name was written crookedly on the paper. Conan followed closely, found the ballpoint pen, and hurriedly picked it up and handed it to Police Officer Megure.

"It's not me, I didn't kill Boss Zhenzhong."

When Kubota saw his name appearing on it, his expression suddenly became anxious, and he quickly explained.

"I still want to quibble, the deceased has written a reminder, there can still be fakes."

Mao Li said first, holding Kubota's shoulders, and not giving Kubota a chance to escape. Police officer Megure also put handcuffs on Kubota. Bureau under investigation.

Iijima said that there was a financial dispute between Kubota and Manaka, which convinced the police that the murderer was Kubota. Only Conan's eyes were fixed on the moment when the boss of Zhenzhong was writing in the surveillance.

"No, very wrong, why did Boss Zhenzhong's expression look so surprised the moment he saw the note?"

"Maybe there was something on the note that surprised Makazu."

Noah’s voice sounded like a thunder in Conan’s ears, yes, if the murderer put the written note and pen there on purpose, then the expression of the boss Makaka can explain it, when he found the atom How could a person who was about to be killed take the nib back? The pen was not the one that was actually thrown away, but the one left by the prisoner. Those who can perfectly plan all this can only It was the curator Ochiai who had no alibi.

Conan looked at Noah at this time, his eyes were no longer as relaxed as before, and he was able to point out the doubts in his heart. This person's reasoning ability is not weaker than his own. Student Noah, you really surprised me.

Noah didn't know Conan's inner activities. He just remembered that there seemed to be such a plot in the anime, so he mentioned it to help Conan solve the case quickly and make himself more involved.

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Conan didn't dare to give the answer easily. His body was still a child, and others would definitely doubt his identity. He originally wanted to use an anesthesia needle as before, but now that Noah was by his side, he was likely to be discovered. Seeing that Kubota was about to be taken away, Conan still couldn't figure out a way.

"Conan, my stomach is a little uncomfortable, you stay here obediently, don't run around."

Of course Noah knew what Conan was thinking, and hurriedly ran towards the toilet without waiting for Conan's answer.

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When Noah felt that the time should be almost up, he returned to the museum and just saw Conan finished his reasoning, pointing out that Director Ochiai was the real murderer and the way of killing.

"When a person is extremely angry, adrenaline hormones are stimulated in large quantities, and they can burst out with strength several times higher than themselves. This is the case with Director Ochiai."

With the end of Conan's reasoning, Ochiai curator did not insist on not pleading guilty. For him, it doesn't matter where he can't keep the art he has loved all his life, and the prison is the same.

"Oh, the literary youth is really scary"

Seeing the appearance of Curator Ochiai, Noah couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, an old man of seventy years was actually wearing a few hundred catties of armor because of anger, and raised his sword to kill people.

In fact, Noah also felt sorry for the old man. A person who purely loves art had to go to prison because of Conan's arrival, which was very harmful.

Turning his head and staring at Conan, who was helping Uncle Maori, he felt something in his heart. Conan looked up at Noah, wondering why Noah stared at him, could it be because he solved the case before him?

Thinking of this, Conan looked at Noah with a smile, and couldn't help but feel proud.

"Hehe, this kid still dares to be provocative, and he deserves a beating again," he walked towards Conan eagerly.

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(End of this chapter)