This exhibition hall only uses dim lights to highlight the theme of "hell".
Doesn't mean it doesn't have lights.
Shiraishi turns on the switch.
The light, as bright as daylight, shone straight down, blinding the eyes of boss Manaka and Director Ochiai at the same time.
Under the difficult gazes of the two people, Shiraishi walked to the side of "Heavenly Punishment" and reached out to the side of the frame.
"I'll come, let me come!" Director Ochiai suddenly stood up amid the sound of jingling bells.
He dragged a heavy suit of armor and stood in front of the oil painting.
Shiraishi took two steps back and saw the old man tearing off his gloves and groping on the frame.
Soon, his hand stopped and his whole body froze in place.
——Under his wrinkled fingers, a hidden mechanism was slightly dented.
Director Ochiai's hands slowly began to tremble, and the dream... seemed to be in line with reality?
He raised his head and took one last look at the oil painting in front of him that had been with him for a long time. This painting "Heavenly Punishment" made him proud and painful, and he pushed it down hard.
Click, click——
The mechanisms in the frame have not been damaged over time.
It broke open in the middle, revealing the soft-toned painting inside - exactly the same as what they saw in their "dream".
"...It's actually true." Director Ochiai's voice was trembling. His old hands fumbled with the frame, repeating over and over again, "It's actually true!"
Boss Manaka stared blankly for a while, then looked at Shiraishi: "Why do you know this?"
He suddenly asked: "If I had said the right thing back then, would everything have ended like... in the dream?"
"The past has passed, there are no ifs." Bai Shi adjusted his mask and said as the eyes of the two of them dimmed rapidly, "Cherish the present more. She said that she would feel sad to see your expressions now.
.”
The air was silent for a moment.
After a while, the two people finally realized what was wrong in this sentence, and both looked at Shiraishi: "What do you mean?...She can see us!?"
"Of course." The corners of Shiraishi's lips raised, revealing a mysterious smile that he had practiced countless times in front of the mirror when he was a sophomore in middle school.
He looked to the side and tilted his head slightly, as if he was listening carefully to something, but in fact, Shiraishi was just acting to the air.
After a while, he turned around again and said in a repeater-like voice:
"She has been staying next to this painting. She is very happy that you can come see her. In addition, what she just heard in her 'dream' is what she wants to say to you. I just magnified her soul.
ability……!"
Shiraishi's tone was imperceptible.
——Where he was looking, the air was slightly stirred, and a silhouette with short shoulder-length hair slowly emerged.
The thin figure turned her head to look at him, as if she was standing in the sunshine and smiling. Then she raised her hand and gave a high-five to Shiraishi in celebration.
A small translucent fragment flew from her body and fell into the light screen that suddenly popped up.
Shiraishi lowered his head, and when he raised it again, he saw that the shadow in the painting slowly faded and finally disappeared.
…
a few minutes ago.
Conan struggled to open his eyes, and his eyes were filled with scarlet red.
He lay there for several seconds with his eyes half-closed in a daze, and everything that happened before he lost consciousness slowly came back to his mind.
Combined with the bloody color in front of him, Conan's first reaction was - blood flowed into his eyes.
After being so shocked by this fact that he woke up, he felt it carefully and found that apart from numbness all over his body, there didn't seem to be any special pain, and he couldn't smell the smell of blood.
Looking around again, Conan slowly realized that this weird red color was caused by the light penetrating the obstruction above him.
——He was placed under an upside-down bucket.
Conan stared at the bucket, unable to react for a while.
He closed his eyes unwillingly at that time, not thinking that he would wake up again - even if he could, he would definitely be rescued with his life hanging by a thread amidst Mao Lilan's cries and the deafening sirens of the ambulance.
But now, let alone dead, he was not injured at all.
What on earth is the man in black doing? He won't keep silent... Isn't he afraid that the murder will be revealed to him?
However, strictly speaking, I didn't see the body, I just saw a lot of blood on the kitchen knife.
Thinking of the terrifying kitchen knife, Conan thought again, now is not the time to lie here and think about the other party's motives - if someone is really stabbed by the man in black, it may be too late to save him immediately.
As for hacking to death... the man in black didn't silence himself, so he probably wouldn't have committed that kind of crime.
The impression score was as low as -1000, but it finally rose back up a bit.
Having made a plan, Conan tried to sit up.
However, the water pipe tied to his body and the bucket that restricted his ability to stretch his legs greatly hindered his movements.
After a few minutes, Conan finally got rid of his shackles, moved his arms, pushed away the bucket that was much larger than him, and sat up.
His legs and arms were still numb. Conan took a step forward and let out a sigh, but still insisted on looking around all the surrounding compartments.