When the sun rose a little, Qianyu had already entered the campus of Tedan Elementary School - today Qianyu planned to determine a question, that is, whether Conan is really the owner of Kudo's house, Kudo Shinichi.

If he remembered correctly, the diary in which Conan was praised is still posted in the school corridor. If the handwriting on it can be recorded and then compared with Kudo Shinichi's handwriting, it can be determined whether the two are related.

Even if there is no way to compare handwriting, you can still look for some breakthroughs that can be inferred by observing Conan's diary. (Fingerprint testing is too difficult for Qianyu who does not have professional equipment. As for genetic testing, the world's first national gene bank was established in

Established in the UK in 1995, so no one in the world has Shinichi Kudo's genes.)

"I remember it should be at the main entrance on the first floor..." Qianyu muttered and walked into the teaching building - Conan's transformation was very exquisite, so like many sixth grade students' paintings, it was hung at the first entrance.

Where you can see it.

"Ahhhh!" Just when Zena found Conan's painting and was about to go up and record the characteristics of the handwriting, the little girl's scream made Qianyu startled.

It's just less than seven o'clock, and it should be nearly an hour before we arrive at school. If there are teachers here, they may be teachers with more professionalism, but children...

Pulling out the umbrella from the side of the backpack, Qianyu walked towards the place where the sound came from. The place where the sound came from... seemed to be over there in the art classroom?

When Qianyu walked to the corridor where the health room was located, he saw a girl who looked like she was in first grade, slumped in front of the art classroom door. "Classmate, what's wrong?"

"The portrait..." the girl just repeated blankly. "The portrait is looking at me..."

Portrait? Qianyu raised his eyebrows. Is there someone inside?

"Is there anyone inside?" Qianyu asked, holding up the traceless umbrella and preparing to rush in.

After taking a deep breath, Qianyu took a running start and slid into the classroom - there was no one inside.

"Is there anyone in here?" After checking it carefully, Qianyu returned to the girl wordlessly and asked.

"Portrait for art class..." the girl choked with tears in her eyes. "They are all looking at me qaq"

Plaster statue? Qianyu’s mouth twitched. If someone plans to draw a plaster statue, the eight plaster statues must be facing the same point... If you happen to be standing in that place, it’s a damn thing if they don’t look at you.

...

"It's okay," Qianyu changed her gaze to a kind look and knelt down in front of the girl. "I'll take you back to your classroom, okay?"

"Can you take me to the guard uncle?" the girl sobbed.

That's right... For children, the guard should be considered the ultimate force in school... Then let's send her there first.

...

When Qianyu took the girl's hand and came to the guard's room, the guard did not open the door. When he put his ear to the door, he could hear faint snoring.

"How could there be such an irresponsible guard..." Qian Yu looked helpless. "What the hell is going on in this school..."

"Classmate Qianyu?" A familiar voice came from the direction of the school gate. Ayumi was looking at Qianyu with a disappointed expression. "What are you doing here? Why are you holding Tongzi's hand?"

"Tongzi..." Qianyu raised her eyebrows and replied. "When I walked into the teaching building, I found that she was frightened by the plaster statue in the art classroom, so I took her to the doorman, but the doorman still

I'm not awake and I can't get in even if the door is locked..."

"Then, let me accompany Tongzi-san?" Ayumi walked up to Qianyu and grabbed Tongzi's other hand. "Qianyu, do what you should do~"

"..." Qianyu subconsciously let go of Tongzi's hand, and then realized the reason why he did so - he extracted the element of resentment from Ayumi's tone just now.

Walking towards the teaching building again, Qianyu thought about it.

This little girl seems to be dissatisfied with him pulling her... Is the little girl today so precocious?

No... just like when I first joined the Young Detective Corps, when I saw Genta and the others' "money-minded" attitude, they did things that were different from the requirements of secular morality without thinking. What are the origins of these actions?

Is it the nature you are born with, or is it contaminated by the people you come into contact with after birth?

In short, human nature is good? Human nature is evil?

Having said that, regarding the inherently good and inherently evil nature of human nature, the Far Eastern Republic next door seems to have had similar disputes over opinions... If I remember correctly, it should be the most traditional "Confucian" school in the Far East and one that has existed for more than 2,000 years.

Is there a conflict between the school of thought that was popular a few years ago called "Legalism"? Qianyu himself said that he is relatively more inclined to Legalism.

A wall suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and Qianyu realized that he had reached the main entrance of the teaching building, and Conan's painting was right in front of him.

Qianyu threw away all these thoughts and began to record the characteristics of the handwriting in the diary on the wall.

In terms of grammar, there are no major flaws from the small amount of katakana used (commonly used in the localization of foreign words, onomatopoeia, scientific names of biominerals, documents before World War II, telegrams before August 1988, and the emphasis in hiragana letters).

Judging from the grammar and the length of the diary, which is much longer than that of a sixth-grade student, Conan's mastery of words is very good; he uses quite difficult allusions, which shows that his knowledge reserve is also very sufficient; at the end of the diary, he has very deep thoughts, which is very interesting to read.

It is a student whose mental age is far beyond the average. In terms of specific content, it does not want to be like a first-grade primary school student, nor does it want to focus on narrating facts like a sixth-grade student, and finally sublimate it. Instead, it directly introduces thinking from things and writes a long essay.

Thoughts.

Terrible mind... If when he first met him, his normal mind made Qianyu feel easy to get along with, then now, he only feels worried about the unknown.

Edogawa Conan, are you Kudo Shinichi?

"Qianyu classmate?" A surprised voice came from the stairs on the side - this voice came from the class teacher of Qianyu's 1st grade B class, teacher Xiaolin Chengzi. "Why are you here so early?"

"Ah..." Qianyu glanced at Xiaolin Chengzi, who was obviously tired, and quickly replied. "I came to school in advance to familiarize myself with the school environment."

"So that's it," Xiaolin Chengzi forced a smile. "Children, please pay attention to your health. Getting up so early will affect your education! The teacher is leaving first. Goodbye!"

"Goodbye, teacher." After saying hello, Qianyu watched Xiaolin Chengzi leave the teaching building.
Chapter completed!