Conan Moslin

"But...Mori, how did you determine that the murderer was Director Ochiai?" Inspector Megure asked, "The armor was found in Mr. Kubota's locker."

"Didn't Kubota write the curator's name on the wall to frame him, but he didn't expect that the place where he hid his armor would be discovered?" asked another employee.

Kubota was furious, "I had no idea the armor was in my possession! I left it in the Hell House and left immediately."

"Well...you can take a look at the wall."

"There are a lot of labels on the wall where the bodies are hanging, right?"

"As a person who loves art, he will not allow it to be damaged."

Inspector Megure looked at the wall and agreed with this clue: "But... if it's a work of art, then the armor is also destroyed?"

"Um...this..." Kogoro Mouri didn't know what to say.

He couldn't say that he figured out the murderer from the expression on Boss Manaka's face in the surveillance video. That was even less reliable than the wall he just mentioned.

"That's a replica used for decoration. I did see Mr. Kubota move it in during the day." Iijima thought for a moment and said.

It's a replica, so this reason is valid. Inspector Megure nodded.

Kogoro Mori's reasoning was stuck because he found that he did not have any definitive evidence to directly prove that Director Ochiai was the murderer.

Conan was a little anxious. He quickly ran a few steps and snatched the guidebook from Xiaolan's hand, pretending to go to the bathroom: "Ah, I can't stand it anymore, toilet...Uncle, where is the toilet?"

Ochiai: "The toilet is there. Turn right after you exit this room. There is a staircase. Go down the stairs to the end."

Conan: "I can't understand it just by your mouth. Can you draw it here for me? Hurry up."

Ochiai: "After leaving this room, then..."

Ochiai rummaged through his clothes, his eyes widened, and he suddenly thought of something, and his hands began to tremble violently.

Conan's tone became expectant: "What's wrong, uncle? Don't you have a pen? Then what are you holding?"

At this time, Li An stood next to Director Ochiai.

"Director Ochiai, is that the red tassel on your leg from the helmet of your armor?"

Director Ochiai suddenly lowered his head.

Nothing at all.

He looked up and the first thing he saw was a smiling face.

The eyes of the people around gathered.

He has confessed his crime without being asked... Director Ochiai sighed.

"My pen is in the hand of the police officer."

Maori Kogoro looked at Ochiai and asked, "Director Ochiai, when the murder happened around 4:30, please tell me truthfully what you were doing?"

Iijima was a little confused: "Director..."

"At that time, I was waiting to meet someone, a demon with a corrupted soul. I thought he was hopeless! I hid in the armor, and what happened next was just as you said, Detective."

Maori asked, "But why was the image captured successfully at that time?"

"That wasn't a coincidence. For example, the timing of jumping in front of Mr. Manaka when I had a chance, the location of the sticker, and the place where I put the ballpoint pen were all calculated because I practiced here several times." He said, "Unfortunately, I didn't notice that my own ballpoint pen fell to the ground when I was moving those artworks."

Mao Lilan thought for a moment and said, "Ah, so the armor that the security guards saw moving in the middle of the night was you?"

Ochiai: "Yes, it's me. Perhaps, do you think it's stupid? All of this is done to get rid of Boss Manaka, because he is too selfish and wants to destroy this sacred art museum. Therefore, I want to get rid of that devil. He will never take away the art that is as precious as my own child from me. And Kubota, who sells the works casually, I will also punish you."

Kubota looked horrified.

Maori: "Director Ochiai, this is different from the painting. You yourself have been punished by God."

Ochiai: "No, it's not like that. Just like the painting, the devil was killed by the righteous knight, but the knight was also baptized by the evil blood, which means that he himself was also contaminated by the devil. After all, I am a murderer, and now I have become the incarnation of the devil."

Director Ochiai eventually slid into the abyss of hell.

When being taken away by the police, Director Ochiai looked at Li An and said, "Miss, please tell your friend that I can't return the cloth to him."

The sentence structure of this sentence sounds familiar, Conan suddenly thought.

Did a murderer say something similar to Miss Li An before?

So, who is her friend?

Conan's face was full of black lines.

Wait, did he forget something?

In short, these two detectives, one big and one small, reached the same destination through different paths.

……

I am a new security guard. Right after graduation, I found a security job through the recommendation of my seniors. Unexpectedly, a magical event happened when I started working in the art museum.

That day, which was my first day on the job, I was patrolling the museum with my seniors. After hearing the noise, I suddenly felt very sleepy and fell asleep quickly.

Just before I fell asleep, I vaguely saw a face that looked exactly like mine and a pair of black eyes that seemed to be smiling all the time.

Those eyes are very bright and beautiful.

Although my senior ridiculed me for not running with him at night, which made him feel a little embarrassed, I feel like I have no memory of what happened that night at all.

Is it a second personality?

I almost freaked out at the thought, but after seeing a doctor, he said I might be too tired and having hallucinations.

I haven’t seen that doctor before. Is he a new doctor from the new clinic?

The problem is, I clearly didn’t stay up late, and I even slept soundly in the art museum.

Later, oh no, it should be before I went to see the doctor, that is, the day I was found fainted (asleep) in the Hell House, a murder occurred in the art museum, and the murderer was the director, no, the former director.

According to the seniors, the armor they saw that day belonged to the curator.

But I still had no impression at all, so I could only nod in agreement.

Although the art museum continued to operate in response to public demand and my predecessors tried their best to retain me, I thought about it and decided not to work here anymore.

Maybe it would be safer to go to another place? I don't want to encounter this situation again.

Although I occasionally think of those beautiful eyes, it only happened once.

I found another stable job as a security guard in a department store, and I soon put this matter behind me.

Can I still see those eyes?

It probably only happens in dreams.