After reaching a cooperation intention with Conan, Kogoro Mouri, who didn't know the other party's true identity, was still very satisfied with his assistant's ability.

Especially after the other party made up for the small details that he did not need to have, such as the injustice of his impulse, quick reasoning, and finding clues.

He was preparing to do another big thing, and he was waiting every day to entrust some big events to the door and newspapers.

Unfortunately, it is as if everything in the world sensed the murderous aura of their combination and did not want to be the first sacrifice after the combination was established. Or God is merciful and wants to give them a last period of peace and rest.

It took two weeks for a whole, but there was no valuable commission to find him, a hot new detective. The previous bad cases of kidnapping the murderer and other crimes in the newspaper also disappeared without a trace.

"Hell! What's wrong with this society?"

Kogoro Mori threw the newspaper in his hand on the table and complained in anger. If he spliced ​​the appearance of the newspaper when he was watching the billion-yen theft case and compared it with his speech, it would definitely be an interesting satirical drama.

The famous detective Kogoro Mouri who used to feel that society was in chaos and needed justice actually began to hope that someone would come out to do something.

If he drags on like this, his identity as a detective who has just been highlighted will be devastated again because he has not solved any major cases recently. If he is not often exposed to people's sight in this fast-paced life, it is really normal to be forgotten.

"Yes! What's wrong with this society? There were so many monsters and demons dancing around before! Why did it feel like they disappeared in an instant?"

Conan, who also felt uncomfortable if he didn't solve the case for a few days, was about to get addicted to it, also sat on the sofa and watched the TV show bored and complained.

"Oh! I really want someone to make trouble!"

At the same time, the two of them who were waiting for Xiaolan to come back to cook were silent again.

"Lalalala! Dad! Conan! I'm back! How about it? Are you hungry? I'll make delicious food for you right away!"

"Please!"

"By the way! Have you heard of it recently?"

"What did you hear?"

"There is a supernatural incident in the Rice Flower Art Museum. One night, people would move their medieval knight armor secretly! It is said that the security guards patrolling the art museum on night shifts have seen it several times! So after the art museum launched their special exhibitions, many people snatched tickets to find out! It is said that tickets are hard to get, but..."

"Tsk! I thought something big happened? It turned out to be this? This must be a gimmick made by the exhibition hall to attract tourists! Only children will believe it!"

"Yes! Yes! Sister Xiaolan, you won't buy tickets too, right? Hahaha! Even a first-grade child like me can't deceive you! Hahaha!"

Before she could show off her skills and show off, Xiaolan was scolded by these two straight men and roared uncontrollably on her face.

"You two are not talking too much! Are you two going to the exhibition tomorrow? I have already bought the ticket!"

"No! I still have to work tomorrow!"

"No! I still have to do my homework tomorrow!"

"Hahaha! Very good!"

Looking at the two people who waved their hands and expressed their rejection, Xiaolan said that I was too gentle recently, giving you two bastards the illusion that they felt that they were human rights!

So the next day, after being ridiculed by a group of sand sculptures for a night, Kogoro Mori and Conan, who were reluctant to look at the face of the face, went out to the art museum to watch the exhibition.

"Sister Jiao Niu Pi! Open the monument and crack the stone!"

"Basic operation! Don't sit all six!"

"Cherish straight men! I will become extinct sooner or later!"

"No business! No murder!"

"The chaos of formations upstairs was dragged out and killed! This kind of illiterate one is not needed!"

"Upstairs! Aren't you more chaotic? So you want to..."

"The ones upstairs also want..."

"Do you think you can run away?"

"All arrangements! Everyone has a share of the shooting list this month!"

"A group of silly silly! A plot is about to happen again, so can't you talk to Uncle Maori for something useful?"

"Usual? Director Niu Pi!"

"Curtain Niu Pi 1"

"yysy, the director is indeed awesome! With this arm strength, I'm not surprised to say that he is a turtle fairy!"

"Damn it, the turtle fairy! I already have a picture! I'm afraid that under the curator's clothes are all muscles, right?"

"Why in your memory, the muscle grandfather only has the turtle fairy? I, Kaifeng Cai, didn't have the noodles?"

"Fuck! There's a picture! I'll die for you! My eyes!"

"The Knight of Justice killed the demon, but his body was also polluted by the demon blood! This world... is tired! Destroy it!"

"Are you a primary school student upstairs? You're so childish!"

"Oh! Director yysy is also a tragic figure! As this society is increasingly looking at interests, there are always some people who are sticking to something for us. Unfortunately..."

"So what they said about Jiao Sister is Xiaolan? So what did Jiao Sister’s wife say before? How can you make a fuss? Bastard! Do you dare to have a plan to attack Xiaolan? I, Kogoro Maori, will teach you a lesson sooner or later!"

"Is that curator the director the art museum that I am going to go this time? What do these sand sculptures mean? What's wrong with this curator? What's the knight demon? There's no such thing as this barrage! This group of people are getting more and more miserable! If I can also post barrage, just remind them! Don't talk about some things that are not available every day that you can't understand."

Just when Kogoro Mouri was worried that this group of sand sculptures was becoming more and more unreliable, the taxi carrying the three of them had already arrived at the Mihua Art Museum.

After paying with the driver, Xiaolan, who was full of happiness, pulled the two of them who were desperate to go to the art gallery with their tickets.

"Wow—those words are great!"

"Huh? This color is so beautiful too!"

"Lalala! Dad! Conan! Come and see!"

"Yes! Come here soon!"

Thinking about the security door that was punched through with a punch yesterday, the two men in cold sweat immediately drove away their sleepiness and walked towards the place where Xiaolan was looking at the paintings in full spirit.

And just before they walked over, a white-bearded old man in a suit and dress had already stood behind Xiaolan.

"Miss! Do you like this painting very much?"

"Ah? Yes! It makes me feel so comfortable!"

"Hahaha! It is called the Leisure Angel, and it is one of Picasso's representative works. Although it is not very famous compared to other masterpieces of Picasso. However, the transparency and warm strokes of this painting make me love it very much. Not only it, all the paintings here are my treasures, they are like my children, but unfortunately..."

"Uh! This old gentleman, I'm sorry! Who are you looking for my daughter?"

Seeing a strange old man with white beard approaching his daughter, I didn't know what he was saying to Xiaolan. I remembered the muscle-white bearded old man and a group of lsp people who were actually greedy for his daughter. Kogoro Maori, who felt a little crisis, quickly walked to Xiaolan a few steps, stood between Xiaolan and the old man, and asked politely.

"Ah! You misunderstood! I am the curator here! The surname of Bi Luohe. I chatted with this lady here just because I felt that she really liked these paintings, so I chatted with her a few words! I am not a bad person, so please rest assured!"

"Oh? You are the director! Lucky! You are also amazing to have such a large art gallery!"

I thought to myself that this might be the curator who had been calling the silly silly all night. I guessed how could the other party's elegant and easy-going look beside the other party's clothes beneath the clothes, Kogoro Mouri, who had a terrifying muscle, just made a few words and was about to invite this curator Luohe, who didn't know whether it was the murderer, the deceased, or some key figure, to look at the painting and see it. Director Luohe, who was squinting his eyes and talking to them with a smile.

Suddenly, his eyebrows trembled, his eyes opened angrily, and he pointed at a staff member behind them and started cursing.

"Wata! What are you doing? Are you a pig? How many times have I told you? You must wear gloves when carrying these paintings! Are you deaf? If these paintings are damaged at all, can you afford it?"

"This...this...this...this...sorry! Curator! I'll be careful! I'll get the gloves now!"

"Go to get gloves now? You don't even carry gloves with you? Get out of here! Iijima! Come and do it!"

"Ah? Yes!"

After hearing the instructions from Director Luohe, the staff who asked Kawada to leave in shame. Another staff member who called Iijima hurried over to take over the work left by Kawada.

But Kogoro Mori, who was standing aside, was already stupid.

"Elegant and easy-going? I'm still too young! Now I believe this irritable old man has a hard muscle under his clothes! This momentum! It's so cruel!"

After wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Kogoro Mouri wisely chose to go around with three of them. It would be better to be less ruthless.
Chapter completed!