Chapter 19 [Chapter 019] The old curator’s artistic level is very high

Author: Report Mr. Krabs

Chapter 19 [Chapter 019] The old curator’s artistic level is very high

There is an oil painting on display in the hell exhibition hall called "Heavenly Punishment". It depicts a brave knight killing a demon and then turning around and leaving gracefully.

Judging from the surveillance, no matter where the camera is pointed, the shooting angle, or the light at the scene...especially the way the armored knight turned around after nailing Sanada to the wall, it can be said that the scene in "God's Punishment" was perfectly restored.

painting.

I have to say that the old curator’s artistic level is very high.

It's as high as three or four stories.

"Wait a minute, what did Boss Sanada seem to be writing before the armor captured him?"

The police officer responsible for controlling the surveillance zoomed in on the surveillance screen, and everyone could clearly see that before he was killed, Boss Sanada seemed to have discovered something. He picked up a ball pen from the table next to him and tore off a piece of paper taped to the wall.

sticker, I wrote desperately on it a few times, and then threw the pen away with all my strength.

"The deceased must have discovered something before he was killed, so he hurriedly wrote down the death information."

Officer Memu said excitedly: "Inspect the scene again and be sure to find that note."

The other police officers agreed in unison and rushed to the scene again.

In fact, there is no need to make such a big show. If you observe the surveillance carefully, you can clearly see that the note is held tightly in Captain Sanada's hand.

After a long time, a police officer came running out of breath and handed the note to Officer Megure.

"Kaeda?"

Officer Memu opened the note and his expression suddenly changed.

"Ah? Why are you calling me?"

An art museum staff member with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks responded in surprise.

"Are you Kameda?"

"it's me."

"Then can you explain why your name appears on the note in the deceased's hand?"

Officer Megure showed the note to everyone, and sure enough, the word "Keda" was written crookedly on it.

"Hey, Kameda, I thought you would be the happiest person when the museum closed, but I never thought you would do such a thing for the sake of the museum."

The old curator sighed: "I wrongly blamed you before. In fact, you have always loved the museum, and you love it more deeply than we do."

"What nonsense are you talking about, old man." Kameda stammered, "I will not kill anyone for this shabby art museum. Officer, you have to believe me, this is really not what I did."

Officer Memu asked in a deep voice: "Then can you provide an alibi?"

Kameda replied: "I have been arranged by the curator to work in my office."

The old curator stroked his beard: "Yes, I did arrange a job for him."

"In that case, you don't have an alibi."

Officer Megure snorted coldly: "Mr. Kameda, I'm afraid we need you to come with us."

"Officer Megure, I picked up a ball pen at the scene. It should be the one the victim lost."

Conan ran up, holding a ball pen in his handkerchief.

Officer Megure took it and said, "This one looks quite high-end."

The old curator approached: "This is a special order for the 30th anniversary of the opening of our art museum. Each of the art museum staff will have one."

"Really?" Officer Megure looked at Kameda, "Then Mr. Kameda, you should also have one. So where is your ball pen?"

"I don't know where to throw that thing."

Kameda was sweating profusely.

Naturally, everyone didn't believe it. Officer Megure shook his head and signaled to his men to control Kameda. He thought to himself: "Today was really smooth. We didn't need the detective to show up. We just caught the prisoner. We need to publicize it well when we go back."

publicity……"

While he was thinking, Kogoro's voice sounded: "Officer Megure, although Mr. Kameda doesn't seem like a good person, unfortunately, he is not the real murderer."

"Isn't that right? An accident can happen to this?"

Officer Megure looked at Kogoro helplessly.

"No, uncle, so fast?"

Conan looked at Kogoro with a sad face.

Kogoro walked up to the old curator, looked at the hunched old man in front of him, with gray eyebrows covering his eyes, and a beard hanging down to his waist. He sighed softly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Curator..."

Before he finished speaking, Kogoro suddenly took action, and with his right palm downwards and upwards, he struck the old curator hard on the chin.

"dad?"

Among the people present, only Karate Queen Xiaolan noticed something was wrong. But as soon as she shouted, she was surprised to see the seemingly frail old curator, whose body was like a ghost, easily moved to the side, and easily avoided Kogoro.

Right palm.

However, Kogoro's offensive was not over yet. He hit the air with his right palm upwards, and then struck down with his sword diagonally, a few minutes faster than the first blow.

Now the old curator could not always carry his hands behind his back. A skinny arm grabbed Kogoro's right wrist like a poisonous snake, and the other palm twisted half a circle in the air and patted Kogoro's chest seemingly lightly.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, but Kogoro did not move at all. Instead, the old curator staggered back a few steps, and finally almost fell.

It wasn't until then that others realized and quickly gathered around.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Xiaolan fully embodies the goodness of a caring little cotton-padded jacket.

"Brother Maori, what on earth is going on?"

Officer Megure asked in confusion.

"I'm afraid the real culprit is not Mr. Kameda, but the curator, right?"

Conan said from the side.

"What?"

Everyone looked at the old curator in disbelief.

The old curator panted slightly, looked at Kogoro whose expression remained unchanged, and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Mori is really good at it, I am willing to be defeated."

Kogoro smiled slightly: "Mr. Curator, you're welcome. Fortunately, you just wanted to push me away and didn't want to hurt my life. Otherwise..."

"What else?"

The old curator asked.

"Otherwise I will break your arm."

Hearing Kogoro's answer, the old curator was stunned, and then laughed loudly: "Yes, I believe Mr. Mori has such strength."

"From the first time we met, I could see that although Mr. Curator is old, he walks smoothly, has a rosy complexion, and his breathing is so low that he cannot hear it. It is obvious that you are not only in good health, but also should always be

Practice the breathing and breathing exercises. And from the beginning, you have always carried your hands behind your back, just to prevent me from seeing the calluses on your hands caused by practicing the exercises, right?"

Kogoro looked at Kameda again: "Although Mr. Kameda is young, his eyes are dull, he walks sluggishly, he has cold sweat on his forehead, he breathes heavily from time to time, and he has a weird stench. This is because he smokes D

Typical symptoms: This kind of person may die suddenly in the next second, so how can he wear heavy armor and lift the obese deceased with one hand? "

"Ah? No, I don't smoke D... No, I smoke D. I am an addict, but I am not a murderer, hahaha..."

For the first time, Kameda desperately wanted others to know that he was a scumbag.

"Hmph, even though you didn't kill anyone, smoking D is against the law. Handcuff him and transfer him to the D Drug Investigation Section afterwards."

Officer Megure snorted angrily and ordered his men to handcuff Kameda and drag him off.

I got the timing wrong in the previous chapter, please update it in advance.
Chapter completed!