The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"So this exhibition hall is full of works by Mr. Ruzuki's disciples?"

The few people who were led by Kitagawa Yusuke to visit the museum soon arrived at the exhibition hall on the east side, where some paintings with styles that were obviously different from other works in the exhibition hall were placed.

Although this exhibition is closer to Ruzuki Fengshui's personal exhibition, Ruzuki Fengshui's purpose is not only for personal achievement after all, there must be a reason to show it to his disciples.

So the theme of this exhibition is the two words "Ruzuki", which refers to Ruzuki Fengshui himself and the disciples he taught personally, which is appropriate, and there is a hint of founding a school in it.

The exhibition hall they are in now is called "Xiao Caosheng", which is a separate place for displaying disciples' works.

"Yes, it's here." Tang Ze nodded and looked at the place with various arrangements. "... Everyone is responsible for their own specific exhibition. This is the first time I have seen its full appearance."

It is true that he is the main designer of the exhibition, but the nature of this exhibition hall is too strong for personal exhibitions. Everyone is on an equal footing and even a little competitive with fellow disciples. It is normal that they don't want others to interfere.

Except for the few paintings that Ru Yuefengshui specifically asked to be placed in the most conspicuous position, the rest is left to each painter to take care of.

After saying this, Tang Ze pondered for a while and always felt that something was wrong. This was like the opening of a mystery novel. It felt like a murder was about to happen here, and then starting from the direction of the disciples' respective arrangement of works, some strange mechanism designs were made...

In order to dispel this ominous feeling, he deliberately added: "Of course, after the arrangement, there was a safety inspection and confirmation of the fire procedures. The teacher also reviewed it."

So there is no loophole to exploit. No matter which rice flower master, don't make trouble for Ru Yuefengshui's exhibition.

Mao Lilan, who was appreciating the works with shining eyes, felt that his words were a bit strange, as if he was explaining something to someone, but her attention had long been attracted by the works, so she did not delve into it and asked: "How many works do you have on display?"

"Four. In addition to the three works created after learning from the teacher, there is also an old work. The teacher thought it was good after seeing it, so he selected it."

He was about to explain to a few people, Mao Lilan waved his hand to interrupt him, and pointed excitedly to the exhibition hall: "Don't introduce it first, let us guess it ourselves, okay?"

"Please." Tang Ze nodded, stepped back, and let them take in all the works in the exhibition hall.

Due to the theme and the water of the moon, no disciple dared to use the theme of Mount Fuji to make himself unhappy, and the style of the works here was somewhat messy.

Ruzuki Fengshui mainly specializes in Japanese painting, but since he started to create independently, his main creative center is Mount Fuji. He is not limited to the form of expression, and has dabbled in various types of painting. He is a solid academic school.

His basic skills are also very strong. He is not only able to teach one direction, so his disciples are good at different types of paintings. There are oil paintings, gouaches, prints and everything else in the exhibition hall. Each one of them tries his best to show his own ideas and atmosphere, and tries his best to win every possible attention.

It's like a group of plants competing for nutrients, which is in line with the name of the exhibition hall.

"That, that must be your work, "Self-portrait" or something like that." Mao Lilan raised her hand and pointed to the hazy figure in the picture frame on the east.

The person in the painting has only a sharp outline, and the surrounding environment and the colors on his body are mixed and mixed, outlining a sense of light and shadow interlaced like the shaking treetops, which is very eye-catching.

Although the face of the person in the painting cannot be seen clearly, the blue hair is indeed very eye-catching.

Tang Ze looked over and smiled.

This can indeed be considered a self-portrait. The draft of this painting was decided by Tang Ze, mainly to correspond to the blurred disciple portrait in the Madarame Hall in the original work. He wanted to use him and Kid, the two "internal people" who jointly created the image of this world, to re-interpret the atmosphere and image that Kitagawa Yusuke should have.

This painting can be regarded as a joint painting by him and Kuroba Kaito. After three or four changes, each time they tried to cover up the other's style, but in the end, they collided to produce a special effect.

"And over there, the two pictures over there, they are probably your paintings." Conan, who was also observing the whole scene, immediately pointed out the two paintings on the other side of the wall.

Two completely symmetrical frames, in the form of mirror images, painted the same scene, that is, the urban landscape of Tokyo. One side is daytime and the other side is night, as if a window was opened on the wall and a mirror was placed.

"Yes, they are all mine." Thinking of their origins, Tang Ze coughed and nodded shamelessly.

There is indeed one painting by him, and it is not a lie.

Tang Ze has been studying with Kisaragi Minemizu for a while, and with the bonus of Kid's painting talent, his personal style has gradually taken shape, so Kid chose to follow the host's wishes and changed his style from "creation" to "making a fake in Kitagawa Yusuke's style", and he actually did it quite well.

It can only be said that a genius is a genius. Under Kuroba Kaito's amazing artistic attainments, no matter how he fabricated the requirements, or played with forehand and backhand, it was not difficult for him at all.

As for why it is drawn like a mirror image... the communication needs of video calls are always a bit biased.

"The last painting must be -" Suzuki Sonoko puffed up her chest and raised her hand to point to the most conspicuous and incongruous painting directly in front of her. The woman standing in front of the painting seemed to have noticed their gaze, He turned back in the direction of the few people.

It was a familiar face, with sharp slit eyes and strong makeup that instantly brought Conan's memory back to that unforgettable night, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Miss Miyoshi?" Mao Lilan, who was equally impressed by her, couldn't help calling out her name.

The magician who killed his own master, kidnapped the master's beloved daughter but then let the girl go, and the birthday dream that Kaito Kidd gave to a nine-year-old girl are all very impressive.

Miyoshi Asako turned her eyes and looked at them. Perhaps it was because Mouri Kogoro solved this case personally. She was not very impressed by the pendants of the two detectives, so she just nodded lightly and turned to They found Yusuke Kitagawa beside them.

"Mr. Kitagawa, we meet again." Seeing the blue-haired boy, a smile appeared on her indifferent face, "Your work is completed, congratulations."

The work placed in the most conspicuous place of the exhibition hall and illuminated by multiple spotlights is the oil painting named "Desire" that looks like a vortex and can suck people's vision and spirit into it.

It was also the picture that Karasawa showed to his target Asako Miyoshi when he first chose to appear as Kitagawa Yusuke.

"Long time no see. I'm relieved to see you're safe and sound." Tang Ze nodded towards the woman who no longer had any depression in her brows.

Due to lack of evidence and no reports from others, the case of Yasu Kujumomoto was eventually concluded as suicide. Asako Miyoshi's surrender did not have much impact on the situation except for making the police a little busy for a few days.

So now, after leaving the Ninety-nine Family, she is still free, and she still has the leisure to look at his paintings.

Unable to figure out whether he was really greeting or sarcastically, Miyoshi Asako shook his head and looked at the painting in front of him again: "I just happened to see this painting in the brochure of the art exhibition, and then suddenly thought of coming to see it. It was dark when I saw it last time, and I wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary. You hadn't finished painting it yet, and it was really good."

She looked at the luxurious and exquisite feather fabric on the other person's body again, and the smile on her face became stronger.

Tang Ze bowed slightly to her and smiled without saying a word.

It was hard for him to explain that he was really that bad at that time, and it was also hard for him to explain that the prototype of this painting really had nothing to do with the merry-go-round and Ferris wheel that day. Miyoshi Asako worshiped the wrong temple.

Black history is always being watched, what else can he do? It's a joke.

Miyoshi Asako didn't know what he had misunderstood. He suddenly turned around and bowed 90 degrees to him very solemnly. After he straightened up, he said seriously: "I'm sorry, I thought what you said was just to cater to me." Fabricated story, I was too arrogant. You are right, human beings are like this, beauty and ugliness grow in it. Thank you.”

After saying that, she breathed out a sigh of relief and strode out without waiting for his answer.

She didn't come here to seek comfort from others or to reminisce about the past. She just felt that she had thought of the answer and it was necessary to tell the person who asked the question.

The other people looked at it in a daze, feeling that they had witnessed something extraordinary. After thinking about it carefully, they couldn't figure out what was extraordinary.

Conan next to him took a sharp breath, his eyes almost bulging out of frame.

In the case of Kujimomoto Yasu, there is actually something involving Kitagawa Yusuke? !

How many surprises does his group of elusive Phantom Thieves friends have that he doesn't know about yet?

"This painting was completed before I officially joined the teacher." Facing the gazes of several people, Tang Ze smacked his lips and had no choice but to explain.

However, several people were obviously no longer listening to his explanation. They all took out their mobile phones and took pictures for a while at the work with a strong and somewhat paradoxical style.

A painting with such an extraordinary origin, no wonder it became the center of the entire exhibition hall...

Without looking back, Miyoshi Asako passed through the gap in the crowd, and the hem of his flying windbreaker swept past other visiting guests at the door.

Standing at the end of the team, a handsome man with some green stubble on his chin looked thoughtfully at Miyoshi Asako's long-haired back, and then at the blue-haired boy standing there with his back as straight as a green pine.

"It's interesting. Human beings are like this, both beauty and ugliness grow in them..."

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"...People always like to use many aesthetic theories to explain the creative behavior of painters. For so many years since I picked up a paintbrush, people have been racking their brains to find a convincing reason for my decision to only paint Mount Fuji. But today, standing here What I want to say here is that none of these reasons are correct.”

Ruyue Fengshui held his brand new crutches with both hands and stood upright under the soft light.

In this central exhibition hall, Karasawa did not choose overly bright spotlights. The light softened by the diffuser was like warm spring water, scattered in the flawless white hall, reflecting a soft and agile wave. of light and shadow.

Even without the spotlight, Ruzuki Mine Water, who was standing in the center, was still as bright as standing in the center of the sun, illuminated by the pure white background around him.

Listening to the sound of the continuous flash lights in the field, Ruzuki Mine Water slowly exhaled: "After what happened last time, I have some insights, and I want to share them with everyone today. I painted it because the mountain is there."

When he said this, he stretched out his hand to his side.

Tang Ze, who was standing quietly beside him with his head down, immediately stepped forward, held his arm, and helped him walk up the stairs to Mount Fuji.

Ruzuki Mine Water, who could kill three young men alone, was in good health and did not need anyone to help him, but at this moment, he needed Kitagawa Yusuke to help him up.

Everyone's eyes naturally moved to the height. The bright red curtain hung down from the high ceiling, becoming the only color in this exhibition hall.

Ruzuki Mine Water held the rope on one side and signaled Tang Ze to hold the other side.

The two people exerted force at the same time, and the bright red curtain flowed down and fell into the groove that had been vacated behind the stairs. Under the illumination of the linear lights, the geometric Mount Fuji was outlined with a gentle cherry blossom pink.

Two long scrolls finally appeared in front of everyone.

The lower one was Mount Fuji painted entirely with black ink. The entire sky seemed to be splashed with ink, as if a huge wave of the sky river outlined the white shadow of Mount Fuji, and it was connected with the starry sky that lit up the entire city, forming a vast and majestic night view of Mount Fuji.

The upper one was completely different. The color as gorgeous as the aurora covered the drawing paper.

It was the secret treasure of his own hall that was handed over to Kisaragi Minemizu by Karasawa, the painting "The Sky Has Four Seasons".

When the two completely unrelated paintings were placed together, the silhouettes of the characters in the foreground of "The Sky Has Four Seasons" seemed to stand up from the night below, giving a sense of inexplicable story.

The sharp-eyed Tang Ze saw the signature on the top one at a glance.

Kisaragi Mine Water did not correct the original title on the picture at all. Kitagawa Yusuke's name was listed on it together with Kisaragi Mine Water's.

"Teacher..." He looked at Kisaragi Mine Water on the other side, who was looking up and quietly watching the painting, with a dazed expression.

Kisaragi Mine Water smiled and waved at him.

When Tang Ze came up and was about to support him as usual, Kisaragi Mine Water hugged his disciple's tall but thin body with his backhand and patted the misty mountain on his haori.

"This is originally our work. Yusuke, climb to the top."

What kind of extraordinary and sincere soul is in this young body is what he really wants to show to everyone today.

Picking up the microphone again, Kisaragi Mine said loudly: "Ten years ago, I felt that I had painted all of Mount Fuji and had reached my personal limit. Even if I tried harder, it would be difficult to paint a better Mount Fuji in my lifetime. And it is because of Yusuke's existence that I have the opportunity to create today's paintings."

Tang Ze turned his head and looked at the crowd under the stairs, at the countless flashing spotlights and cameras.

Kisaragi Mine's dry but powerful palm tightly wrapped around his arm and patted it gently to comfort him.

"This is my disciple, Kitagawa Yusuke."

Without any attributive, no evaluation, he seemed to be saying "Only he is my disciple."

"Wow..."

Even though they had some guesses about the scene at this time, Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan couldn't help but grab each other's wrists and jumped twice in excitement.

"Kitagawa-kun, you are amazing!"

"You never let me down!"

Standing behind them, with his hands in his trouser pockets, the man who was originally wearing one earphone stared at the two people in the center of his sight. After thinking for a while, he silently took off the earphone and put it in his suit pocket.

A genius who never let me down is like an eye that can see through the past, like a brush that can paint the future...

A genius who can freely smear grudges and hatreds like paint?