"Oh~" Qianyu sighed with a subtle expression. "This is really interesting."

"Who painted this?" Yuantai came over and started to laugh. "Is it so ugly?"

"Picasso." Hui Yuan Ai glanced at Yuantai's expression, frowned, and said.

"It's true!" Mitsuhiko ran over, looked at the painting, and said in surprise, "This is a copy of Picasso's "Crying Woman"!"

"It seems," Qianyu glanced at the pictures next to "Crying Woman" again. "Are these also paintings by famous artists?"

"These should all be works by masters," Junye nodded. "My brother usually likes to imitate the works of famous artists."

"Could your brother have been arrested for painting?" Mitsuhiko suddenly thought of a possibility. "Use the paintings to be authentic and sell them for money?"

"It's impossible. Although these paintings look similar, the brushwork is far from the same. The artistic conception derived from the color of this sunflower is completely contrary to the original work." Conan denied. "Five of the six paintings here are

Imitating the paintings of famous artists, in addition to Picasso's "Crying Woman", there are also Van Gogh's "Twelve Sunflowers", Monet

"Pond - Water Lilies", Gauguin's "Where do we come from? Who are we? Where do we go?", and Utrillo's "Saint-Germain-des-Prés Church"... the composition of the original work

The imitation ability is quite good, but the use of colors is indeed very different. I'm afraid it's a matter of mood." Conan thought while looking at the painting.

"The last two are wrong," Hui Yuan Ai frowned. "These two are not so much imitations as adaptations."

"Huh?" Conan was stunned.

"These two pictures are indeed related to the two paintings you mentioned, but there are quite a few differences. For example, in "Saint-Germain-des-Prés Church", compared with the original painting, both the style of the bell tower and the angle of the street are different.

Some subtle but real differences. As for Gauguin's painting, the background of the original and this painting is even more different."

"..." Conan was stunned by Haihara Ai's answer.

"Haihara-san, you are so knowledgeable!" Ayumi already looked admiring.

"Haihara-san, you are such a talented woman!" Mitsuhiko also exclaimed.

"..." Haiyuan Ai frowned, and then looked at the last painting. "Let's focus on the last painting, not this one from a famous artist's work."

Before Haihara Ai turned everyone's attention to the sixth painting, Qianyu was already looking at this painting.

This is a pen sketch of a middle-aged man. Because this is the only pen sketch and the only one in a realistic style, it is particularly eye-catching among a large number of non-realistic paintings. Not to mention...

"Looks so familiar!" Ayumi expressed Qianyu's thoughts.

"This should be Natsume Soseki, right?" Conan thought for a moment and said.

"Natsume Soseki is my brother's idol," Junya said after seeing this painting. "So when he first participated in the art exhibition, he sent this painting to the exhibition. But because it was based on a photo, everyone has it.

There were a lot of complaints, thinking it had no technical content. Only a very strange woman praised him."

"A strange woman?" Conan frowned. "What kind of person is she?"

"Hmm..." Junya thought for a while and replied. "She wore a hat with a deep brim and was dressed in black from head to toe."

"..." Qianyu raised his eyebrows. "When it comes to dressing up like this, why do my first thoughts are my friends..."

"When?" Conan asked eagerly. "When did you meet her?"

"Oh...it was about ten days ago..." Junya was a little frightened by Conan's expression and stammered.

"Besides the women in black, are there any men in black?" Conan's tone was more aggressive, as if he was questioning.

"..." Qianyu narrowed his eyes - this question from Conan is interesting. Such a question shows that he is suspicious of someone. Who is it?

"Yes...there are indeed two men in black clothes..." Junye's words became even more stumbling.

Conan, on the other hand, froze in place, silent.

Qianyu suddenly thought of a possibility - what if Conan was drugged by someone from the organization just like him? That's not right. He was at least middle-level in the organization, and he had a high priority in getting the drug.

. Conan came to school earlier than me, so he must have taken medicine earlier than me. If a senior executive disappeared, I would definitely be able to hear the news!

Wait... If I remember correctly, it is said that there were rumors some time ago that Gin used a drug that was still being prescribed during the mission without authorization, which also led to a direct appeal from the drug research team, resulting in Gin being suspended for a week.

Punishment?

Could it be that... Qianyu looked at Conan with something strange in his eyes.

The hunter looks at his prey, the look of a hunter.

"Where does your brother go most often?" Conan asked again without noticing Qianyu's eyes.

"Ah?" Jun was also a little stunned.

"His tickets, wallet and student ID are all in the drawer," Conan shouted. "The bicycle is also parked at the door. This obviously shows that he has not gone far and was probably captured nearby! Take me there quickly.

It’s a place he often goes to!”

"Oh, okay!" Junye finally reacted. "I'll take you there!"

"Everyone, follow me quickly!" Conan said, and ran out of the room with Junya.

"..." Qianyu curled his lips as he watched everyone run out at Conan's encouragement.

"Aren't you going to follow?" Xiao Ai's leisurely voice came from behind Qian Yu.

"Why did you come behind me..." Qian Yu's mouth twitched and turned around. "What should you do?"

"I have legs and can run." Haiyuan Ai said calmly.

"You plan to come too..." Qianyu shrugged. "Then hurry up and follow!" With that said, Qianyu quickly walked out of the room.

"..." Haiyuan Ai looked at Qian Yu who walked out of the room with a curious expression.

I originally wanted to see how he was doing now, but I didn't expect to find another interesting guy. Interesting, so interesting.

...

"Huh-huh-" The group of people no longer had the initial energy and leaned against the wall on the side of the road. Even Conan, who was in the strongest physical condition, had begun to gasp for air. It was obvious that his physical strength had reached the limit.

They have been running around here for more than an hour, but they have found nothing.

"What should we -" Qianyu gasped, barely able to say a few words after each inhalation. "What - should we do?"
Chapter completed!