The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Conan, who was sitting in the banquet hall and waiting, watched Kitagawa Yusuke walk in from the door. He couldn't help but take a closer look at the leather shoes on his feet that were not very comfortable no matter how they looked. He couldn't help but sigh: "You guy, you have unexpected energy. It’s so prosperous…”

After walking around the exhibition for a day and admiring the venue prepared by Kitagawa Yusuke for the teacher's rare event, Conan was really tired and was sitting on a bench in the banquet hall to rest.

However, Kitagawa Yusuke, who had been standing and walking since they entered the museum in the morning, socializing with Kisaragi Minesui, walking back and forth in the venue, checking and coordinating the exhibition layout, when he walked in, he still looked energetic.

Guests like them still have the opportunity to stop and chat and rest. The art exhibition itself requires walking slowly to view it. How Kitagawa Yusuke can maintain his physical strength with such a workload is really unknown...

Tangze, who was very physically fit, gave him a strange look.

"Even if I haven't eaten for two days, I can still carry my easel and walk to a park four kilometers away to sketch. This exhibition hall does not occupy a large area."

To be honest, to be honest, Tang Ze's physical strength in this area is really good. When Tang Ze ran barefoot in the forest of Mermaid Island without eating or drinking in order to achieve realistic effects, he didn't feel weak at all.

The Phantom Thieves in their hearts have nothing else but really good feet. Otherwise, how could they have been able to walk in the city every day on the ground and underground in Tokyo...

Conan patted his sore legs and didn't know where to start with this sentence, but found that the woman standing behind and approaching with a cushion stiffened.

"Senior Sister Misato." Karasawa followed Conan's line of sight and looked back. When he saw the woman with an awkward expression, he nodded politely.

He looked at the cushion in the woman's hand that was incompatible with the surroundings, and a red light flashed slightly in his eyes.

"Where did this come from?" Tang Ze stared at the extra thick sponge cushion and asked in a calm tone, "There should be no such thing in the exhibition hall."

The theme of the exhibition is Kisaragi. In the overall design, Karasawa shamelessly took some design inspiration from the Moritani Emperor's Second Palace. He used white plaster to shape the shape, and used lighting to blur the shadows to create a sense of body, which was used to highlight Kisaragi Hosui's works. .

Of course, he couldn't prepare such a dark cushion to smash his sign in the showroom, so where did this cushion with a needle come from?

"This is, Minetaro said that you and the teacher should be tired from walking, so you asked me to bring it here." Misato Okawa felt his scrutinizing eyes and became even more embarrassed, "If you don't need it, I will return it right now."

"Don't use this kind of cushion that is completely inconsistent with the decoration style." Tang Ze stepped forward and took it in his hand naturally. "If you need a cushion, tell the waiter. I have specially prepared a herbal futon. ”

So I don’t know why the needle is stuck on the cushion, and it’s hard to tell whether the needle is poisonous. Let’s leave it to him to sort the garbage. Don’t look back. If you refuse, you will be sat on by some resentful person who is passing by, and you will brew it for Conan. Mysterious case.

After settling the restlessness in the master's door, he turned back and looked at Conan who was looking at the cushion in his hand in a daze: "Why are you sitting here alone? Where are the other people in your family?"

"Uncle Maoli and Aunt Fei have arrived at the door, and Xiaolan has gone to pick them up." Conan moved his ankle, "I was hit by someone today and sprained my foot. Xiaolan didn't let me run with him."

Tang Ze glanced at Conan, who had started to introduce the cause and effect inexplicably, and said to the point: "There is no need to show me your deep feelings. I really have no other interest in Miss Lan. My invitation is just because I think her appearance and figure are in line with my idea of ​​beauty." 'The definition of standards is not a hooliganism."

"How can there be..." Conan's eyes wandered guiltily.

As he wandered around, he happened to see Minetaro Kiya on the other side rubbing his fingers against the tray on the side.

Some white crumbs fell into the tea cup below as he twisted his fingertips, and were quickly submerged in the clear and translucent tea soup, leaving no trace behind.

Conan visually measured the distance between the tray and Kitagawa Yusuke. The detective's radar suddenly lit up, and his throat immediately raised: "Uncle Kugu, what are you adding to the black tea? White sugar? I want it too! I want it too!"

With a shiver running down his spine, Minetaro Kitani suddenly turned his head and saw two people, one large and one small, looking at him with similar expressions. Every cell on their faces was written with joking and distrust.

Staring at the gazes of the two people, Kitani Minetaro rubbed his head, slowly picked up the tea that he had just added, brought it to his mouth and took a sip: "Yes, white sugar, if you need it, let Junior Brother Kitagawa Let’s get it for you.”

Conan stared at his Adam's apple rolling, as if he had really swallowed the tea. He looked at the liquid level, which was indeed missing a section, and finally nodded, slowly looking away.

As he said himself, Kitagawa Yusuke is indeed very accomplished and has surpassed all his fellow disciples, but this does not actually threaten other ordinary disciples who are not regarded as direct disciples by Kisaragi Hosui. There is no need to get up. Killing intent.

Maybe he really thought too much.

The detective attributed this instinct to an occupational disease or persecution delusion, but Tang Ze believed it. He immediately raised his hand and called to the waiter who was standing quietly: "Please throw away this dinner plate and the tea on it, and replace it with a new one." new.”

"Junior brother, what do you mean?" Kiya Minetaro heard his instructions, his eyebrows jumped sharply, "Do you also think that I tampered with your cup?"

"No, it's just that you didn't wear gloves at all when you put the candy. It doesn't feel very hygienic." Tang Ze asked and opened his mouth, "I don't like eating candy very much."

Kitani Minetaro smacked his lips, and his expression when looking at the tea cup in his hand became subtle. He had no choice but to put it back on the tray and watch the waiter take them away together.

"You seem to be having a hard time in the sect?" Looking at the opponent's back, Conan didn't know why, but the words "failure and return" automatically appeared in his mind.

There is such vigilance, let's not mention whether he is neurotic. At least in his subconscious mind, Kitagawa Yusuke's senior brothers and sisters mostly harbored ill intentions towards him.

"As long as the teacher is here, it doesn't matter." Tang Ze withdrew his gaze from the third eye and said nonchalantly, "I can't influence them no matter what they want."

In order to save money for the house, Kisaragi Hosui took on a lot of reliable and unreliable apprentices in his early years. There were people like Mio Tokiwa, who were a little bit talented but the main purpose of their studies was to get gold, and there were also some who were really talented. , looking for someone to ask for help, an art student who wants to learn something about the master.

But no matter who it is, Ruyue Fengshui, an old man who doesn't like to suppress his temper, will definitely not force himself to accept a disciple who he doesn't like or who really has no fate, so it can be said that he has never been so sincere to anyone. With or without his appearance , will not affect their relationship with the teacher, so why bother with it.

Conan obviously didn't think so: "There is a saying that 'worry not about scarcity but about inequality'. Even if they can figure it out rationally, it is common for them to be jealous of you emotionally."

"Really? That's just right." Tang Ze took the newly replaced tea from the waiter, even the cup was removed, and took a sip, "It saves me trouble."

Conan thought about his true identity for a while, and then recalled Kitagawa Yusuke's mixed reactions when Kisaragi Hosui introduced various artists to him all day long, and he immediately understood what the other person had to say.

"...Isn't this your teacher's painting exhibition? Calm down a little." The corner of Conan's mouth twitched for a while.

Ruyue Fengshui, the old man, has already sent one of his apprentices. Don't go back and hold a painting exhibition to double the number. If you send three of them at once, then this swan song will really turn into a regret.

"I'm just saying this because I want to finish the exhibition well." Tang Ze blew the foam on the surface of the tea and said in a very serious tone, "As long as it's not today, if they want to deal with me, they can try it."

Tang Ze, who is driving the abnormally invalid P, has been running rampant in this world for so long, and he has never really tested the strength of his passive. Someone is willing to try it for him, and Tang Ze can only ask for it.

He would let these people experience what it means to be really difficult to kill.

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In fact, there is no need to wait for another day to kill, the guy who wants to attack Kitagawa Yusuke has already felt it now.

After Tajima Toshiki watched Kitagawa Yusuke look around, he frowned and stretched out his hand to adjust the plaster statue that was tilted by more than ten degrees to its original position, and then tugged on the curtain next to him that seemed to have slipped inadvertently. Straighten the adhesive position secretly hidden in the folds, and the brows have been twisted into a twist.

Although Toshiki Tajima is mediocre in art, his performance in studies and work is mediocre, and he even has quite a few flaws in his life. He is narrow-minded and will retaliate, but as a resident of the world of reasoning, he still has some tricks and creativity. Experience.

During this period of exhibition arrangement work, he had already felt a little bit of Kitagawa Yusuke's personality through his daily contact with him, and he also knew that he wanted to murder him, even if he didn't want to kill him, just to hurt him or make him embarrassed. It's a very difficult proposition.

Socially, Kitagawa Yusuke is a completely unreasonable type. Just one meeting with Toshiki Tajima was the one he disliked most among the other disciples he had come into contact with. He was completely unpretentious and did not give any chance to get close.

Tajima Toshiki simply couldn't understand how the other party could predict it so accurately. After all, when they first came into contact, he had not yet felt how exaggerated the preference of Kisaragi Hosui was, and he had not yet developed any ill will. In the end, he had to It boils down to the intuitive system.

When it comes to work, Kitagawa Yusuke's meticulous patience is equally unreasonable.

This man seemed to have some kind of paranoia. During the installation of the exhibition, he installed many decorations and exhibits and measured them one by one with a level. If the order and explanation signs were not completed as instructed, he would immediately point out, even The outrageous request was made that security guards install 8-10 fixed locks diagonally on the back of the picture frame. It is said to be used to prevent theft, and it is almost welded to the wall after installation.

So Toshiki Tajima had no choice but to give up simple and crude methods, began to set the target as an impeccable person, and re-formulated a complicated plan.

However, several of them had just begun, and just like tonight, they were accurately avoided by Kitagawa Yusuke and nipped in the bud.

Tajima Toshiki hated it, but he could only reluctantly take his eyes away from the orderly and harmonious salon dinner, and walked along the cracked safety passage towards the exhibition hall.

The time is slowly approaching the closing time, and the exhibition hall has begun to be closed. There are fewer and fewer scattered tourists, and everything has become quiet.

Walking in this long pure white corridor, Toshiki Tajima felt something in his chest begin to surge again.

It's so beautiful, damn, so beautiful, damn beautiful.

Even with the eyes of a jealous person full of derogatory and critical eyes, Toshiki Tajima can easily feel Kitagawa Yusuke's solid skills and excellent imagination from this layered exquisite modeling.

The layout of this exhibition is so exquisite that it has exceeded the level of an ordinary painter. Whether it is the arrangement of lights, the clever concealment of functional areas, the perfectly composed interior shapes, and the staggered exhibition halls and corridors, they all show a kind of luxury beauty.

It is not a luxury in terms of cost, but a luxury in terms of aesthetics. Anyway, if it were Tajima himself, he would cherish and record any idea he could come up with, so that he could play the finishing touch of the work at the critical moment of creation, instead of randomly and worthlessly throwing it all over the corners of the venue.

It seemed that creativity and aesthetics were overflowing from that brain, and could be thrown away at will, without minding any waste. Tajima couldn't help but wonder, can an 18-year-old young man really do this? It was as if there were several geniuses in architecture, graphic design, visual communication and other fields behind his clever pen.

Thinking of this, Tajima Toshiki touched his stomach, which was aching because of hunger for a day, and felt that something was stirring wildly in his empty stomach.

Ah, I almost forgot that he was better than everyone else at enduring hunger.

"Damn it, damn it..."

Muttering to himself, Tajima Toshiki's steps became faster and faster, passing the Ume-mi Hall, which used light and shadow to create layered tree shadows, and the Snow-melting Hall, which simulated small waves and fell on the white floor as if snow was melting, and rushed into the Kokusei Hall where the works of his disciples were placed.

This huge exhibition hall has only this place, which has its own small corner. However, even this small corner, under the spotlight, illuminated by the soft light, is still the work of Kitagawa Yusuke.

The messy color blocks of "Desire" are spinning in front of my eyes, and the self-portrait is rustling in the shadow of my sight, as if Kitagawa's lingering shadow is catching up again.

Tajima Toshiki gritted his teeth, ignored the churning emotions in his heart, and sprinted to his own painting.

His lonely acrylic painting seemed to be just an inconspicuous grass, quietly placed in the corner.

Thinking of the dense locks behind the picture frame, his cheek twitched, but he did not hesitate to reach out to touch his work.

This is the last chance. As early as when I secretly stuffed the things into the interlayer of the frame, I had no way back with murderous intent.

If I don't succeed, I will die!

As he exerted force, he just pried open the picture frame that he had already pried open a crack, and the light around him suddenly dimmed.

Tajima Toshiki hurriedly lowered his head and looked at the light hidden behind the gypsum board, but found that the spotlight over there suddenly changed color after dimming for a moment.

The bright red light reflected on Tajima Toshiki's panicked face, and an alarm sounded.

He also understood the meaning of this scene without any additional explanation.

The anti-theft device was triggered.

Tajima Toshiki, who was completely broken, could no longer bear it.

"Are you crazy?! Ah?! Kitagawa Yusuke, are you crazy?! You added anti-theft detection switches to each picture frame in the exhibition hall dedicated to disciples, are you sick!"