The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Karasawa has been lacking artistic bacteria for two lifetimes and is an insulator in art museums.

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

Mao Lilan walked in the front, constantly marveling at the paintings and artworks, her eyes sparkling, and it was obvious that she really liked them.

Karasawa thought about it, why not go back and give her the fan that Maru Denjiro had stolen.

After the palace's secret treasure returns to reality, it will not affect the real original items, but the shape will undergo some changes. The inscriptions and paintings on the folding fan have disappeared, and now it is a blank gold fan with exquisite workmanship and precious value.

This thing is not suitable for hanging out. It will arouse others' suspicion for no reason. Tang Ze has no interest in changing hands. If it is not used as a gift, it will only be left in the props bar to gather dust.

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

He simply took the visitor guide that came with the ticket and started reading. This art exhibition will be divided into four theme exhibition halls: sky, ocean, earth, and hell. On the printed color page, there are several representative works in each theme column. Photos of sexual exhibits.

"Sister Sonoko," Conan raised the flyer in his hand and pointed at 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 on the tofu block at the edge of the page "...I regret to inform you that Mihua Art Museum will officially close next month. Thank you for your support over the years..." Word.

"Ah, it's in the Hell Exhibition Hall. It sounds like a very atmospheric place." Suzuki Sonoko bent down to take a closer look, her eyes lit up, and she immediately grabbed Mao Lilan who was standing in front of the display cabinet, "Xiaolan, let's go to this hall first. , how about I continue shopping with you later!"

The purpose of her coming to the art museum was to create an atmosphere where Karasawa would accompany her to a haunted house. The effect was like dragging someone of the opposite sex to watch a horror movie. They could get up close and personal casually, so they had to strike while the iron was hot!

Mao Lilan looked at Suzuki Sonoko's expectant eyes, and then glanced at Tang Ze who was a little confused, understanding that she might have some "little tricks" she wanted to use.

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

Tangze, who had not given up on interrupting the case, felt a little uncomfortable when he saw everyone turning towards the Hell Exhibition Hall.

His idea was to wait until several characters in the comic had finished appearing, and then he could just follow the deceased or the murderer. If he couldn't stop them psychologically, then he would block them physically.

I don’t know if it was because Mouri Kogoro was replaced by him and Suzuki Sonoko. Things took a slight turn. The people related to the case who were supposed to take turns did not appear.

It seems that there is really no way to save the day. The capitalist who despises art may have been hung up on the street lamp instead of on the wall...

There was no light on at the end of the corridor, and it was dark behind the porch marked the Hell Exhibition Hall. Thinking of the legend of walking armor, Mao Lilan was a little frightened, and couldn't help but reach out and hold Conan.

Xiaolan grabbed his little hand, and Conan, who had just been alert, immediately blushed and couldn't say anything.

"The lights are not on. Is it a malfunction? Or is it turned off on purpose for the hell theme?" Suzuki Sonoko was actually fine, but she still used the topic to make use of it and pulled Karasawa's entire arm over and hugged her tightly, "It's so dark!"

I knew that all the abacus beads were shattered on people's faces. Tang Ze shook his head silently as he was being pulled, but thinking of the scene he was about to encounter, he did not take his hand out out of pity.

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

"Wow, what a big work." The light coming 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 got close to the exhibit description under the oil painting. , "This painting is called "God's Punishment"."

""God's Punishment"," Karasawa stood in the center of the frame and raised his head. The picture depicts a demon being impaled on a rock with a long sword, while the knight who slays the demon is wading in a swamp-like pool of blood with his head bowed. "A very oppressive painting, really like a scene from hell..."

After speaking, Tang Ze took in a breath, and his ears caught the regular "tick" sound of water droplets. He prepared himself mentally and turned his head to look behind him.

A man with a mouth wide open and a ferocious expression had his throat pierced by a knight's sword with both hands. His feet were nailed to the wall off the ground. The splattered blood stained his light-colored suit and the blood flow slid down his body. , formed a pool of blood at his feet, flowing onto the red carpet in the center of the aisle, like a river flowing into a sea of ​​blood.

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

The confused high school girl turned her head.

"Ah ah ah -" Two high-pitched sopranos, one on the left and one on the right, blasted in Tang Ze's ears.

The scream was late but misguided.

Tang Ze screamed at them until his head was buzzing, and he couldn't reach out to cover his ears. He had to hold on to his shocked and solemn expression, which was very painful.

"What's going on? What's going on!" A high-decibel duet of female screams echoed in the low-traffic museum, quickly attracting security staff and tourists.

Before Conan's detective instincts took over and he took control, Tang Ze stopped at the door: "Don't come close, turn on the lights. Call the police, there is a body here!"

The guards and staff were stunned for a moment and immediately followed the instructions. The tourists screamed in surprise and became commotion.

Tangze, with a heavy face, looked at the crowd, preparing to wait for the murderer to appear on stage. However, his vision first captured a tourist wearing a mask, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

The man stood on the outermost floor of the tourists, with a knitted hat on his head and long black hair hanging behind him, looking intently into the lightless inner hall.

Noticing Karasawa's glance, the man retreated behind the other tourists without leaving a trace, and quickly left around the corner.

Although I couldn't see the face clearly and couldn't see the color of the eyes, the long hair in the knitted hat was as obvious an appearance feature as the blond hair and dark skin.

Is this Akai Shuichi?

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

Hasn't he been exposed by now? Tangze's mind was a little confused. How many things were in this stitched world?

The sound of police sirens coming from far away did not make Karasawa return his attention. He recalled Akai Shuichi's behavior of avoiding him just now, and recalled the scene of Amuro washing dishes under the clouds yesterday.

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

The corner of Tangze's mouth twitched. Two undercover agents were waiting for me alone. Is this a small blessing?