He was over seventy years old, with an unkempt beard and a thin body that seemed to fall over in the wind.
This is the image of Moko that comes to mind when Katsuki Uehara thinks of the old curator.
But what was immediately followed was the image of this seemingly skinny old man wearing heavy medieval armor. He could lift more than 200 kilograms of human beings with one hand and kill people with ease, without even shaking his hands.
If one were to rank the characters in the Conan plot in terms of their strength, then the museum director whose name he could no longer remember would definitely occupy a place.
Uehara Katsumi even felt that when this old man was young and strong, his strength might be as high as that of the Humanoid Gundam Kyogoku Shin——
No, that's not right.
Considering that the old curator was almost half-footed in the coffin when he did this, Uehara Katsumi had reason to suspect that the old man's peak strength when he was young might have surpassed Kyogoku Makoto.
And now, this dangerous old man is exactly what he needs to face.
The breeze blowing through the streets of Mikka Town hit me. I stood at the back door of the art museum. I turned my head and glanced at the two security guards who were hiding behind the wall with half of their heads sticking out. I raised my head and looked at the man in the building in front of me. A shiver——
"Ah sneeze!"
Uehara Katsumi, who rubbed his cold nose and straightened his tie, walked in along the door that the previous two security guards had no time to close.
I turned on the flashlight I borrowed from the security guard and turned on the light as I walked.
"anyone there?"
While his thoughts were running at high speed, Katsuki Uehara did not forget to say hello to the medieval knight hidden in the darkness: "Hello?"
"Clang!"
An extremely crisp noise came from the dark place at the end of the corridor. Standing under the light, Uehara Katsumi was still moving forward, with no fear on his face.
The sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor was heard, and in the quiet corridor the only sound of Katsumi Uehara's regular breathing could be heard.
"I heard what happened from the security guard outside. It's useless for you to hide, right? Why don't you go to the Metropolitan Police Department with me, sit down and have a cup of tea, and have a good chat about your attempted murder?"
I opened the last inch of the ceiling light button in the corridor and turned on the flashlight to shine into the dark exhibition room.
Rows of antiques from the Middle Ages are stored here, exuding their unique charm in the lonely night. Katsumi Uehara slowed down without seeing the light switch.
Eyes see six ways, ears listen in all directions.
In the darkness, the old man, who was trying his best to control his breathing, clenched the long sword in his hand, and his eyes under the medieval armor stared at the slow-moving figure at the door like a hawk.
Miscalculation, he shouldn't have come to the art gallery for a preliminary test tonight.
Not only did he encounter two security guards who hadn't left at such a late hour, but he had just scared them away when another policeman came by who happened to be passing by the art museum. He had roughly heard the conversation between the two security guards and Uehara Katsumi outside the art museum, and now There were only two roads left before him——
One is to run;
The second is to knock the policeman unconscious and then run away.
Taking into account Katsumi Uehara's status as a police officer, the old man firmly took the first step towards option two——
Zheng!
The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was particularly clear in this airtight exhibition room. Uehara Katsumi's eyelids twitched and he subconsciously leaned back to avoid the sword scabbard slashing from the darkness on the left!
Snap!
The overwhelmed tiles shattered a corner the moment the scabbard fell. Katsuki Uehara, who finally saw the armored man, stretched out his hand and happened to touch the light switch of the exhibition room on the wall.
The rectangular light strip instantly dispelled the darkness in the exhibition room, and the figure of a fully armed medieval knight came into view of the man.
"I said it shouldn't be some kind of ghostly monster incident. After all, it's more suitable to happen in Gunma than in Tokyo."
Katsuki Uehara turned off the flashlight and locked the door of the exhibition room with his backhand to prevent others from escaping. He smiled and raised his hands to show that he was not threatening: "Using a scabbard means you don't want to kill me. You came here to steal art in the middle of the night."
Thief?"
The knight did not speak, but opened his palm and let the scabbard fall from his hand, then bent down and picked up the long sword that glowed coldly under the dim light——
He spread his front and rear legs and stooped down slightly, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands.
"No, no, the thief shouldn't be stupid enough to wear a suit of medieval armor weighing dozens of kilograms to steal things——"
Whoosh!
The long sword that suddenly struck across the sword made bursts of wind. Katsuki Uehara, who was always vigilant, jumped to the left, rolled around on the ground to relieve his force, then stood up, and casually pulled up a stick from the booth next to him.
The nearest spear was pointed at some knights who dared not step forward.
"Put down what you're holding."
The eyes under the armor looked at each other, and the two walked slowly in a circle, neither of them making a move first.
"You're a sneaky person and you asked me to put down something—fuck, something from 1450?!" He subconsciously glanced at the nameplate introduction under the booth. The extremely dazzling year numbers immediately made Uehara Katsumi hurriedly insert the spear.
go back.
It's now!
The knight with a focused look took this opportunity and rushed over with his long sword raised high. Seeing this, Katsuki Uehara raised his right foot high and kicked a round shield hanging on the stand next to him off the stand. He reached out to catch it and immediately placed it across it.
Use the front of your belly as a defense!
The knight who had stopped attacking suddenly withdrew the long sword in his hand. The effect of inertia made his body inevitably lean forward——
"Lie down, you!"
He flew the round shield in his hand towards the knight, which had no date introduction. The moment his attention was attracted, Katsuki Uehara jumped across the obstructing booth, supported his body with one palm, and kicked towards the knight.
Kicked in the chest!
winter!!!
A dull collision sounded, and the knight staggered back several steps. Katsuki Uehara, who felt like he had kicked a steel plate, moved his right ankle a few times, looked around, and then picked up a piece of Western art without the year on it.
The chessboard was protected in front of him.
"Knight, if you don't want anything to happen to these antiques, then I suggest that you'd better just go ahead and capture them—"
This time, the knight, who had no intention of throwing anything away, raised his sword and chopped it down!
——?!
When the quaint chessboard was cut in half, the long sword, which had obviously not yet been polished to the point of being as sharp as iron, got stuck. Uehara Katsumi, who was ready to retreat, could not let go of this god-given opportunity when he saw this——
His arms exerted force violently, and his muscles bulged. He clamped the long sword with a split chessboard and threw it aside. Then he subconsciously punched the knight on the head!
clang!
The crisp sound of fists and irons clashing sounded, and Uehara Katsumi, who was still smiling at first, suddenly blushed——
"hiss!!!"
The transformation from elation to pain only took a second. Uehara Katsumi, grinning in pain, shook his hands and kept screaming in pain, "hissing, hissing".
The head armor suffered a heavy blow, and the old man under the armor inevitably had some uncomfortable reactions.
However, after seeing that Katsuki Uehara seemed to be far away from the locked exhibition room door, the old man quickly stabilized his figure and rushed towards the door!
"Don't even think about running away!"
Katsuki Uehara, who was blowing air into his fist to relieve the pain, kicked out the cabinet closest to him and blocked the locked door of the exhibition room. With one hand, he pulled out the long sword stuck in the chessboard and drew it with the back of the sword.