Without stopping, everyone from the detective agency arrived at the Rice Flower Art Museum. Compared to Xiaolan who was happy and excited in the front, Kogoro Mouri and Conan in the back were speechless and depressed. They must have been complaining about something silently in their hearts.
That's right, after all, Xiaolan persuaded two people to accompany her to the art museum through physics.
Bai Jingjiu was different, she took the initiative to follow Xiaolan.
She wanted to take a closer look to see if there were other children involved at the scene besides Conan and her two children. If it was involved, then there would probably be no deaths in this case, so she would
It was transferred directly to Nuomi and flew away.
Let me say it again, he, Baijiu, has no interest in solving the case at all! No matter how interesting the killing method is, he has no interest at all!
Just when Mao Lilan was happily admiring the painting, completely forgetting the purpose of coming here to explore the "walking medieval armor", she thought the old man suddenly spoke to her from behind, "Miss, do you like that painting very much?"
?”
"Huh?" Mao Lilan turned around blankly.
The old man was hunched over, with his hands behind his back, and walked over with a kind face. He stood side by side with Xiaolan and looked at the painting in front of Xiaolan. "The name of this painting is "The Leisurely Angel" and it is a work by Picasso.
One. Although it is not very famous, I really like the warm brushwork and the transparency it presents in this work..."
No wonder this old man came over and took the initiative to chat. It turned out to be because he happened to see Xiaolan looking at the painting, and she seemed to like it very much. She suddenly had a confidant... what the hell.
The old man's words later dispelled Baijiu's view: "Not just his works, I like all the works here very much, they are like my children..."
Oh, then you are quite philanthropic...
"Oh..." Mao Lilan was a little confused, but just out of politeness, she followed the old man in a daze and listened to his explanation.
Mouri Kogoro, who felt that his daughter was about to be abducted by the old man, had to stand up and speak, "Excuse me, do you have anything to do with my daughter?"
Logically speaking, Mouri Kogoro would be too embarrassed to interfere when being approached by the opposite sex outside. Even if it was a brat like Shinichi, Moori Kogoro would even lower his presence and run away halfway. But
An old man? That’s not allowed!
"Ah, please don't get me wrong..." The mature old man turned around and greeted Kogoro Mori with a smile, "Actually, I am the curator here, and my surname is Ochiai."
curator?
Curator = rich person = lots of trouble = potential customers.
Kogoro Mouri, who has been running an office all year round to raise a family, quickly went through the formulas in his mind, and then changed his expression in an instant, "Original, it turns out it's Mr. Curator! You must know a lot about painting!"
Mouri Kogoro's tacky performance made the old curator divert his attention without interest, and suddenly he saw a middle-aged man taking down a painting with his bare hands...
Old Curator:?!
The old curator suddenly changed from the amiable mode to the irritable old man mode: "Kubota! What are you doing?!"
"...?!!"
Not only Moori Kogoro, Xiaolan, and Conan were shocked, but the middle-aged man over there was so frightened that his whole body trembled and his hair exploded. Fortunately, he was about to take down the painting in his hand.
It hasn't been taken off yet, so even if he was frightened and took his hand off, the painting didn't fall directly.
The old man suddenly burst out with a speed that his age should not have, and rushed to the middle-aged man and continued to yell: "Didn't I say that you must wear gloves when handling works?! If you break it, you will have to pay for it.
Are you up?!"
"Ah...I'm sorry..."
"..." Bai Jingjiu looked on, slightly speechless.
One thing is that when someone was still picking up the painting, the old man yelled and cursed him regardless. He was not afraid that the person would shake his hand and drop the painting. It would not be a simple hand without gloves.
The amount of damage caused...
Well... after all, people do get confused easily as they get older.
Just as the old man was cursing, a short, fat man with an expression of "I am a big profiteer without a conscience" came over and said, "It's the same as usual, there are no tourists!"
"True, true boss..."
The moment the wealthy businessman appeared, Shiraijiu discovered that the old curator began to continuously emit strong malice from his body.
Now, Baijiu finally understood why this art museum had a slightly gloomy feeling.
After all, normally, good-looking paintings and good music... to be precise, as long as it is "art", it has the effect of washing away the darkness in people's hearts. So places like art galleries and concert halls, from the perspective of liquor,
It should be the clearest and brightest place in the city.
By the way, from the perspective of Baijiu and his puppets, the world, as long as there are people, is basically dark and foggy, and the brightness can be directly reduced by 30%-50% according to different degrees...
…
And in such a dark world, evil incarnations appear and wander around from time to time...
Everywhere you look is hell, that's what it's like.
As the wealthy businessman's arrogant words continued, the old curator spoke sadly to Kogoro Mori, while the black energy all over his body became even more joyful.
Of course, this kind of murderous aura is not as good as the murderous gin, both in terms of quality... and taste... But this kind of murderous aura that once again reduced the brightness of the entire art museum by 5%, said this person
The old curator had no murderous intentions, and Baijiu didn't believe it.
Speaking of which, due to the strong stamina of gin's malicious crystallization, all the crystallized liquors obtained later were thrown directly to Shirai Koushi for consumption. However, I (soul) had not eaten delicious crystals for a long time. Those ordinary ones
The crystals are either too salty or too greasy, and recently he even tasted the smell of washing powder!
That’s outrageous…
I don’t know what the old curator’s malicious crystal tastes like...
While Bai Jingjiu was imagining the taste of the old curator, he absent-mindedly accompanied Xiaolan to wander around the various exhibition halls of the museum, visiting various artworks under low-light vision. From time to time, he would also chime in with Xiaolan.
sentence.
"Huh?" Mao Lilan was walking along the path guided by the pavilion browsing brochure she had just entered the museum, and suddenly stopped in confusion. There was a sign in the center of the corridor in front: "No entry?"
"Strange, there should be an exhibition hall in front of this..."
Mouri Kogoro, who had already had enough shopping, immediately answered, "Forget it if you don't have it, let's go back quickly!"
"..."
Reluctantly, Xiaolan took two members of the opposite sex with her and Shiraijiu to visit each exhibition hall again, and then went around again.
I don’t know why, but Xiaolan still doesn’t give up on the non-existent exhibition hall.
Don’t forget, the purpose of her visit to the art museum this time is to see with her own eyes the “Middle World Armor that can walk on its own”!
Seeing the two people, one large and one small, leaning together, looking exhausted, and sighing at the absence of the two of them, Mao Lilan turned around. When she saw that the sign that originally stood in the middle of the road was gone, she immediately
Surprised.
"That signboard is gone! Does that mean we can go in?" Mao Lilan happily continued to organize the group and the group to set off, "It's a rare occasion, so I just went to visit!"
"What?!" One large and one small protested.
"It's okay if you want to go back first, but I'll ask you to make dinner~"
