As expected, Mouri Kogoro and Conan also came together.
Their appearance also indicates that there will definitely be cases this time.
"Songyu, I'm sorry! My father and Conan said they must go with me, so I asked them to come together." Xiaolan looked at Songyu sheepishly and said.
"It's okay. If they want to go, they can go together!" Song Yu replied nonchalantly.
"Hey, Matsuha boy, can you let me drive? I haven't driven a Bentley yet!" Mouri Kogoro asked Matsuha domineeringly.
"Dad, why are you like this!" Xiaolan stamped her feet and shouted angrily at Maoli.
"Okay, Conan, you can sit in the passenger seat! Xiaolan, let's sit in the back!" Songyu arranged Conan into the passenger seat, and then he and Xiaolan sat in the back.
"This hateful guy actually dared to throw me in front and separate me from Xiaolan." Conan looked at Song Yu angrily. This man actually dared to separate him and Xiaolan, and actually stayed alone with Xiaolan! So angry.
oh……
When Conan wanted to sit in the back, Kogoro Mori punched Conan on the head.
"Kid, sit tight!" Mouri Kogoro was about to drive away.
Because the business of Maori's office has not been very good, they have no money to buy a car, and then they usually rent a car, and they can't rent a good car because it is too expensive... So Maori was very excited when he saw the Bentley.
"Dad, don't be so excited. Drive well. I don't even dare to sit in your car anymore," Xiaolan said to the excited Kogoro.
"Xiaolan, you have to believe me. Although I don't have a car, my driving skills are still good. Just rest assured."
What Mouri Kogoro said was indeed true. His driving skills were indeed good. The group of them arrived at the art museum in no time.
"I saw on the news that there were medieval armors walking around in this art museum. I heard that two security guards saw it."
"Xiaolan, you believe this kind of thing. This is false at first sight. It must be deliberately fabricated news to make this art museum live." Mouri Kogoro said disdainfully.
"Oh, Sister Xiaolan, you actually believe it. You believe it in ghosts and gods. How can the armor move on its own? Is it controlled by a ghost?"
Conan asked seriously. He felt that such a thing was impossible. It was not scientific at all. Someone must be behind it.
"Hey, you two, do you want to slander me like this?" Xiaolan looked at them angrily and actually dared to laugh at herself.
"Song Yu, what do you think about this matter?" Xiao Lan turned to ask Song Yu.
"This incident is mostly due to human factors, but it does not mean that there is no such mysterious power in this world." Song Yu said calmly.
Because Koizumi Anko is an example. Although her demonic nature is very weak, he is indeed the orthodox heir of red magic.
"Let's go in and take a look. If we're guessing outside, it's better to go in and take a look."
Song Yu walked straight in.
Xiaolan, Mouri Kogoro and others also followed. As soon as they entered the art museum, they saw a pile of abstract oil paintings and collections.
"These paintings are really special!" Xiaolan said when she saw the paintings on the wall.
"Have it?"
Song Yu took a look and felt that it didn't look good, it was too abstract, and he couldn't tell what their theme was trying to express...
"When I look at these paintings, they are really ugly. I can't tell what they are trying to express. They are really abstract and cannot be more abstract..." Kogoro Mouri said after looking at these paintings.
Mouri Kogoro's words expressed Matsuha's thoughts very accurately. He really didn't understand that these ugly paintings could become works of art.
"Anyway, I think the paint I painted looks better than it..." Song Yu said softly.
Xiaolan ignored these words. She still felt good about these paintings.
"Miss, what do you think of these paintings?" A white-haired old man came over. Seeing Xiaolan looking at these paintings with such interest, he wanted to help her.
Xiaolan heard the sound and turned her head to look.
"Hello, who are you?" Xiaolan said to the old man who was talking.
"Sorry, I forgot to introduce you. I am the director of this art museum. My surname is Ochiai."
"Oh, it turns out he is the curator of this art museum! Hello, hello, I have long admired your name."
"No, no, no, I'd better not disturb you in admiring the painting, please."
As soon as the curator turned his head, he saw Kubota's indecent movements and suddenly became anxious.
"Kubota, what's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you that you must wear gloves when handling these works? Director Ochiai said angrily.
"Director, yes... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"Okay, okay, stop it! Iijima! Come over here and deal with these works!" Director Ochiai called to a staff member nearby.
"Tch, what's the big deal?" Kubota looked at them dissatisfied and said in a low voice.
"Alas, this place is still as sparsely populated as ever!"
At this time, two people walked in from outside, and one of them, a man with a big belly, said.
"Boss Manaka." Director Ochiai heard this voice and turned to look at the fat man, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
Although this kind of murderous intention is deeply hidden to ordinary people, it can still be sensed by Song Yu.
However, Song Yu was not prepared to interfere in this kind of matter, after all, this matter was not within his jurisdiction.
"This place will be closed in ten days. I will ask you to take good care of this place for a while, and take care of these rusty scraps of copper and iron."
Hearing this, the curator felt hatred rising in his heart, and his murderous intention became even stronger.
"Designer, show me the design drawings here." Boss Manaka said to the person next to him.
Director Ochiai looked angrily at the two people who were leaving, his eyes filled with anger.
"Director, is this place going to be closed?" Xiaolan asked the director reluctantly.
"Yes, that's right. The previous boss had to sell this art museum to Mr. Masaki because of the company's bankruptcy." Director Ochiai said helplessly.
"The previous boss heard that Mr. Manaka was willing to continue the art museum, so he sold it to him. But that guy didn't keep his word. After buying it, he actually wanted to turn the place into a hotel."
Iijima looked at the direction Mr. Manaka left and said unhappily.
Think about it. After working here for so long, he has fallen in love with the works here, and once the museum closes, he will be unemployed.
"I didn't expect Mr. Manaka to go back on his word. He is really a hateful person." Xiaolan said in disbelief, looking at the fat boss.
In fact, in Matsuyu's opinion, this is quite normal. After all, Boss Manaka is a businessman. What businessmen care about most is their own interests. If there is no profit, then how could he do this?
bump!
In Kubota in the distance, a medieval knight's helmet accidentally dropped to the ground.
"Kubota, you made a mistake again."
Director Ochiai shouted loudly, the anger in his eyes was no longer concealed, and even Xiaolan could feel Director Ochiai's anger.
"It seems that Director Ochiai loves the collection here!" Xiaolan whispered.
"Yes! I do love him very much, but it's not good to love him so much that he goes crazy." Song Yu shook his head and said.
Director Ochiai's anger also contained murderous intent, which meant that he had murderous intentions. This old man was really irritable!
"You must be Kubota! I've heard the rumors about you. You should hurry up and get your money together! Hahaha."
Boss Manaka glanced at Kubota and said with a smile.
"The laughter of this "830" guy is really harsh," Xiaolan said.
"That's a bit arrogant, but his death is probably coming soon." Song Yu said calmly.
"Although he is not good, there is no need to curse him to death!" Conan rolled his eyes and said.
"It's not that I cursed him, but that he was about to die. I am a fortune teller and my fortune telling is very accurate. Do you want me to divine it for you?"
Song Yu looked at Conan and asked, his sharp eyes seeming to see through everything about Conan.
"No... no need, but didn't you say you were a ninja before? Why have you become a fortune teller now?" Conan waved his hand and asked in confusion.
