"This art museum is about to be demolished. If you miss it this time, you may never see it again."
"That's right..." Shizuo Komemon nodded, but he didn't really feel much.
Suzuki Ayako blushed slightly when she saw this, "Ah, I'm sorry, maybe I'm too emotional. I always feel that it would be a pity to miss beautiful things. If Komemon-san is not interested..."
"Is it closed already?" Shizuo Komemon suddenly interrupted her.
Suzuki Ayako was startled for a moment, then tilted her head and said with a smile: "The security guard is very nice, I can ask him for a favor, it shouldn't matter."
"Then let's take a look." Shizuo Komemon didn't know why he agreed, but the word "missed" kind of irritated him.
Passing through every world in a hurry, because I am destined to lose it, I would rather not have it.
Have you missed a lot?
The security guard was indeed a very nice person. He said to Suzuki Ayako in a kind manner: "It doesn't matter. This art museum has been open for the last few days. If someone values the art here, the director will be very happy."
Then he turned to look at Shizuo Komemon fiercely, "Boy, show some responsibility as a man. How can you let a girl wait for you all alone on Valentine's Day? It's very pitiful."
"..."
Shizuo Komemon always felt that these words sounded familiar. It seemed that he had said it when he beat someone in the office a few days ago.
"Please don't take it to heart, the security guard just misunderstood." Suzuki Ayako's face turned red.
"Well..." Shizuo Komemon nodded, and then said in a nonchalant manner, "I sent you an email before."
"??" Suzuki Ayako was startled, and quickly took out her mobile phone from her bag, "Sorry, because the museum needs to be quiet, so I set it to silent mode."
"No need to apologize."
"Hey, I forgot, hug..." Suzuki Ayako smiled sheepishly and almost blurted out again.
The two began to visit various art paintings, and Ayako Suzuki introduced various works to Shizuo Komemon.
She doesn't show off her knowledge like she's dropping her book bag, nor does she talk endlessly to the other person about everything she knows. Instead, she just speaks a few words, or comments on the characteristics of the work, or an interesting anecdote behind it, or she may just simply say something.
Express affection.
Warm words and soft words not only do not make people feel bored, but also make them relaxed and comfortable.
Even if Shizuo Komemon doesn't quite appreciate these works, her explanations will still generate some interest and won't make you feel bored.
"This place is between hell. The works inside are a bit scary. I didn't dare to go in alone before, but if Komemon-san is here, it should be fine." Suzuki Ayako said a little shyly.
Her shy look was beautiful and protective, but Shizuo Komemon had no intention of looking at her at this time.
He had felt bad when he heard that the art museum was going to close down. However, as the capital of Tokyo, there were so many large and small art museums that he thought it would not be such a coincidence.
But now, looking at these ferocious armors and statues in the hell, I have to believe that it was such a coincidence.
The Murder Case in the Art Museum. Although I don’t remember the name of the art museum, the story of the bearded old curator wearing armor and killing people is still very impressive to me.
Especially his reason for killing...
But it can’t be such a coincidence that it’s today, right?
Fortunately, it didn't happen to that extent. Until Shizuo Komemon stood in front of the screen called Heavenly Punishment, everything was normal and no one disturbed him.
"Have you considered buying the art museum?" Shizuo Komemon looked at the painting intently. The knight killed the demon and was stained with blood. "With the financial resources of the Suzuki family, it should be easy, right? This way, we can avoid regrets."
?”
Suzuki Ayako clasped her hands behind her back, tilted her head, thought for a while, and said, "That seems too willful? And it is impossible to use this method for everything.
If I can not miss this moment, I will be very satisfied, and I can accept the rest calmly. Even if I never see you again, at least I can recall the joy of today."
Shizuo Komemon was a little surprised. The two of them didn't seem to be on the same channel. It seemed that the other party had something to say...
A clanging sound suddenly came from behind. The two turned around and saw a medieval armor waving a sword in its hand and rushing toward them.
Suzuki Ayako was startled and hurriedly hid behind Furumemon Shizuo. Furumemon Shizuo subconsciously kicked the armor, and the seemingly vicious "Armor Warrior" flew backwards, rolled and hit the wall.
"..."
After kicking him, Shizuo Komemon immediately understood what was going on. It was probably the old curator who was rehearsing the murder.
But they didn't expect that after the museum closed, the two of them talked to the security guards to come in privately, but they didn't dare to expose themselves and influence the murder plan. In desperation, they pretended to be armor and stood motionless on the exhibition stand.
But why did he rush over? To touch porcelain? Shizuo Komemon suddenly came up with this idea. After thinking about it for a moment, the possibility is not small...
"Why did the armor suddenly move?" Suzuki Ayako looked at the armor that was not "dead" yet, with panic written on her face, and she tightly grasped Shizuo Komemon's sleeves.
The two of them were very close to each other, and the faint fragrance seemed to be lingering on Shizuo Komemon's nose.
"Don't be afraid, there's someone inside, it's nothing strange."
Shizuo Komemon comforted him, then strode forward to check the situation.
Suzuki Ayako followed step by step.
Taking off the helmet, an old man with extremely long eyebrows appeared in front of them.
What makes people laugh is that the old man seemed to be worried that his eyebrows and beard were too long and would get stuck in the armor, so he tied them up with rubber bands. It looked a bit funny.
But the point now is not that, but that the old curator is getting older. Although Shizuo Komemon’s kick just now was not too hard, it was enough to take the breath away from him. At this time, it was obvious that the air was coming in as much as the air was going out.
It won't work anymore.
I almost became a murderer a few days ago, but this time I am lucky. If the other party dies because of this kick, I will be in big trouble...
Suzuki Ayako hurriedly called home and asked someone to fly a helicopter and bring doctors over for rescue. After making arrangements, she said with an apologetic look on her face:
"I'm sorry, Koumemon-san, for causing you trouble. It's all because of my suggestion... If we hadn't come in, this accident wouldn't have happened."
"Don't take it to heart, whatever is supposed to come will come. It's not your fault." Shizuo Komemon shook his head slightly and sighed.
Ten minutes later, the helicopter arrived, and a large group of people forced their way into the art museum amidst trembling security guards. After stabilizing the old curator's physical condition, they carried him to the helicopter.
Naturally, Shizuo Komemon and Ayako Suzuki followed, and the helicopter carried everyone quickly to the hospital.