"I have many identities. I have also been a navy and a god of death! You really don't want me to help you with your divination?"
"No need." Conan waved his hand repeatedly.
"You guy, you actually said that I was going to die." Boss Manaka came over unhappy.
Song Yu's voice had not been concealed before, so everything was transmitted to his ears. Anyone who was told that he was about to die would be angry.
"Well!" Boss Manaka suddenly looked at Xiaolan, and his eyes immediately changed.
Needless to say how beautiful Xiaolan is, the real boss was also moved after seeing her.
"Miss, I wonder if you can have lunch with me? We can also discuss the joys of life." Boss Manaka invited Xiaolan with a smile.
"This hateful guy, you're a fat pig." Conan looked at Boss Manaka's wretched old face and was so angry that he almost broke his teeth.
"I'm not interested." Xiaolan looked at this guy with disgust.
"Humph! I don't know how to appreciate it." Boss Manaka snorted coldly, his eyes flashing as if he was thinking of something.
Bang~!
Boss Zhenzhong's body suddenly flew five to six meters and hit the wall. He smashed all the murals on the wall and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"You are dead today. Jesus can't save you even if he comes. That's what I said." Song Yu said indifferently after taking back his feet.
Director Ochiai looked at Manaka's miserable state, and although he was very happy in his heart, when he saw the damaged work, his happiness immediately disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by distress.
"You dare to hit me, I want you to look good." Boss Manaka got up and shouted.
Although Manaka was kicked out just now in an exaggerated manner and the blood he vomited was even more exaggerated, his injuries were not serious, but the pain was unavoidable.
The reason why the injury was not that serious was not because Song Yu wanted to be merciful, but because he felt that it would be bad for Song Yu if the injury was too serious and he would be admitted directly to the hospital, delaying his death.
In order not to delay his death, Song Yu deliberately stopped his hand. This is so kind and merciful.
"Now get out of here in front of me." Song Yu calmly ordered to Boss Manaka.
Boss Zhenzhong’s eyes glazed over for a moment, and then he left dejectedly.
"Really leaving?" Conan's eyes widened. Originally, he was waiting for a good show! It's best to let this boss Manaka drive this guy Hinata Matsuha out.
Although Conan was unhappy with Boss Zhenzhong, he was even more unhappy with Song Yu. This guy was his love rival and always wanted to abduct Xiaolan.
"Let's continue visiting!" Song Yu said to Xiaolan.
"Song Yu, thank you very much, but is it really okay to hit him?" Xiao Lan had some worry on her face.
If that guy went to call the police, would Song Yu, the person who hit someone, be arrested?
"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Don't worry about this. Let's continue visiting this art museum! Don't let the dying person affect your mood."
"By the way, Director Ochiai, I accidentally damaged a painting. Do you want compensation?" Matsuha asked Director Ochiai.
"No need." Director Ochiai shook his head.
Although it was heartbreaking, the other party had taught the boss Manaka a lesson that he hated, so how could he still ask Matsuyu to compensate...
"Boy, why are you so strong? You actually kicked that guy away so far. You looked like me when I was young."
Xiaolan rolled her eyes at Mouri Kogoro, even her daughter didn't believe it.
In fact, Mouri Kogoro was indeed very powerful when he was young. He was very good at judo, but now he has been neglected and has become a good-for-nothing uncle.
Mouri Kogoro, who drinks and smokes all day without restraint, is just an ordinary person, and of course he will become useless.
But it is estimated that the current Mouri Kogoro is at least better than ordinary people.
Songyu took Xiaolan's hand and walked towards the corridor nearby. This art museum is very large and has many collections, not all of which are abstract works.
Matsuyu and Xiaolan walked in front, followed by Mouri Kogoro and Conan. Conan was so angry that his teeth almost broke when he saw Matsuyu holding Xiaolan's hand.
He wanted to step forward to stop him, but was held back by Mouri Kogoro.
"Uncle, why are you holding me back?" Conan said angrily.
"Kid, you'd better not disturb them and follow me for a walk!" Mouri Kogoro pulled Conan and walked in another direction.
Conan struggled, but after his body became smaller, his strength also became smaller, and he could not struggle out at all, so he had to be dragged away by Mouri Kogoro unwillingly.
"Uncle, why?" Conan asked Mouri Kogoro unhappily.
"It's nothing. I'm very optimistic about the two of them. Boy Songyu is much better than that detective boy. He can help Xiaolan stand out and he also has money."
How can you have no money while driving a Bentley?
"Damn uncle." Conan glared at Mouri Kogoro.
But there was nothing he could do about it. His identity as Kudo Shinichi did not have a good impression on Kogoro Mori.
In the eyes of Mouri Kogoro, Kudo Shinichi, a brat who likes to show off, is not suitable for Xiaolan.
The profession of detective is actually somewhat dangerous, especially because Kudo Shinichi likes to be in the limelight. To put it bluntly, he may die suddenly one day.
And that kid didn't care about Xiaolan. In the past, Xiaolan and that guy went out to play, and every time Xiaolan came back alone and disappointed. This was one of the reasons why Mouri Kogoro was dissatisfied with Kudo Shinichi.
"This is an art museum, why is there a sign over there not letting us in?"
Mao Lilan kept walking forward, but found a place where no one was allowed to pass.
"Maybe it's a place that the people who work here need. How about we go somewhere else?" Hinata Matsuha smacked his lips.
"I didn't expect that there are so many things in this place. It's really a feast for the eyes." Xiaolan was particularly satisfied.
After wandering around this place for a long time, it was dusk and the two of them returned to the aisle they had been to before.
"It's so strange. The sign just now is gone again. How about we go over and have a look!"
Hinata Matsuha smacked his lips, feeling that this matter was a bit strange, but he was worried that the girl would be frightened.
The two people just held hands and walked over there together. At the end of the corridor, there was a small house next to it.
Hinata Matsuba opened the door and the two of them went into the house together.
"Why do you think this place is a little strange? Do you feel this way?" Xiaolan was a little scared.
"The theme of this museum is hell, so it might be a little scary. Can't you stand it now?" Hinata Matsuba raised his eyebrows.
Xiaolan swallowed her saliva, why do you say she is a girl? So she is a little worried about this kind of thing.
But everyone has made it clear that if you say you are scared, it will definitely be extremely embarrassing.
Hinata Matsuba almost laughed. This girl was so scared that she trembled, but she still said she was not scared.
"Why do you have such an expression? Do you not believe me?" Xiaolan clenched her fists.
"Wait a moment, just don't run into my arms, but I'm still curious, what does it look like when you're scared?"
"I won't give you this chance." Xiaolan raised her eyebrows, and then walked forward.
"But there is a painting here that looks a little strange. I don't know what it is. Could it be that a demon was killed?"
Xiaolan looked at this painting and felt a little curious.
Tick, tick...
"Do you think this thing seems to have a little sound?" Xiaolan frowned, feeling a little strange.
Hinata Matsuba smacked her lips, and then turned around with Xiaolan.
Suddenly, they discovered that there was a person behind them, pinned to the wall by a sword, just like in a painting.
"Ahhh!"
Hinata Matsuba quickly covered her ears. This girl screamed and it was no joke.
"Hyuuga Matsuba!!"
Xiaolan ran into Hinata Matsuba's arms.
Of course, the person who died was the boss just now, but when he woke up, he felt a little scary, and the whole person didn't look peaceful at all.
"I don't know why this person is like this. He really doesn't know how to be gentle." Hinata Matsuha shook his head.
Fortunately, Mao Lilan had seen this kind of corpse many times before, so she was stronger than the other girls. Otherwise, she would have fainted from shock by now.