Conan's I'm Really Not Red Fang

Chapter 75 Portrait
A certain police hospital, on the top floor.

It is twelve o'clock at noon, the birds are chirping outside the window, the breeze blows the thin curtains, and the summer heat is isolated from the window bars.

It was lunch time, and Zhu Fu Jingguang just got his lunch here, and before he could take a bite, he was called into the small room next to him by his boss who came suddenly.

"have you eaten?"

After entering the room, he closed the door casually. Zhu Fu Jingguang held up the lunch box in his hand and gestured towards the other party. He showed a gentle smile. He almost lost himself after being an undercover agent in the organization for a long time. Recently, he just had enough time to let him Slowly get back to the past.

But when people are free, they tend to think wildly. What is the current situation and what is the organization like?What's the progress of the last discussion?
Questions gathered in his mind, making him feel anxious about the status quo that he has nothing to do.

"Not yet, but I have something urgent to see you."

The boss shook his head, beckoning him to come to his side, and on the other hand, he took out a piece of A4 paper folded into squares and put it on the table from the bag.

"Open it and see."

He said.

This is?

Zhu Fu Jingguang spread out the paper without knowing it, and when he looked closely, there was suddenly a portrait of a person inside. The artist's brushstrokes were not exquisite, but the characters he depicted were lifelike. After careful observation, his eyes couldn't help revealing some surprise.

It wasn't the reason why he was shocked that it was a portrait. What surprised him was that the figure depicted in the painting was [-]% similar to Lan Cheng!

what does this mean?
It means that they most likely have already figured out Lan Cheng's true identity!This is undoubtedly a big step forward.

Suddenly turning his head to meet the calm eyes of his boss, Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help breathing fast, "Who is she?!"

The boss must have discovered the secret before he came to him.

"She is Keiko Yugong. She changed her surname to Gong after she got married. She is Gong Yi's mother."

……

"They found her portrait?"

"Well, I see, you continue to observe."

After hanging up the phone, Yukimuroza fell into deep thought. He wondered why those people found his mother?
My mother has been dead for so many years, and the only thing left about her appearance is the sketch portrait that her father made for her back then. My father was the best "painter" in the class at that time. He tried his best to catch up with his mother. This portrait is one of them.

He himself had never seen that portrait with his own eyes, only heard from his parents.

This is something that my mother always used to tease my father when I was young. Later, they left the portrait in a lesson. In order to take care of the younger sister who just became a police officer, on the other hand, it is also to preserve those relics.

It's not that he didn't think about taking them away—it wasn't just the portrait that his parents kept in Yijia, but since his parents chose to stay, he didn't want to go against their wishes.

He didn't know if his sister knew about it. He hadn't told her about it, but she had remembered it before her parents left, so she knew it clearly after thinking about it.

Let's talk about it when I get home later.

The heart that had just calmed down became restless again, and Yukimurozawa exhaled a foul breath, trying to keep himself calm.

—Impatience can only do bad things.

He glanced at the silver jewelry that had failed because of the phone call just now. The bottom shape was perfect, but the shape when it was finally sealed was gnawing.

Helplessness flashed between his brows, and he thought to himself, it really isn't appropriate to make things today...

Looking back at the 71% progress bar on the screen, he once again deeply realized this.

……

Yukimuro house.

"You mean the portrait of my mother. Of course I know it, and I have found time to look at it."

Swallowing a mouthful of rice, Xue Shiyi responded casually, "Father's brushstrokes really need to be strengthened, just like that, I think what he said before is the most powerful to fool us."

"Is it that bad?"

"very bad."

Hearing his sister's decisive tone, Xue Murozawa couldn't help but doubt in his heart, and recalled his father's words.

"I'm the best painter in the class. As long as you look at my portraits, everyone can recognize the suspect."

Doesn’t the implication of this mean that you can draw characters well?

"I'm not saying that the finished product is bad. In fact, he is indeed very talented. He can draw whoever he looks like." Taking advantage of Xueshize's lack of time to control her, Xue Shiyi quietly put down the bowl and chopsticks, and kept saying, "There is only one thing. Not very good."

"Which point?"

"Except for his mother, all his paintings are very characteristic stick figures."

"...?"

Xue Shize raised his eyes and looked at Xue Shiyi, his eyes were full of doubts, trying to make sure that he didn't miss a few words just now.Hearing what his sister said, he suddenly didn't know the stickman.

"No, wait, why are stick figures so easy to recognize?"

Suddenly he grasped this point and struggled to accept the fact.

"Because he only paints very distinctive people."

Yukishi Yi spread her hands helplessly, "Didn't I just say that? It's very unique!"

"Pfft..." Ishihara Qianxia, ​​who was listening, finally couldn't help letting out a laugh, and after receiving the silent gaze from Yukimurozawa, she realized this, and quickly stuffed two mouthfuls of rice to cover her mouth.

Well, the food she cooks is really delicious, Ishihara Qianxia secretly praised, and immediately buried herself in the cooking crazily.

The dry man, the dry soul, and the dry rice are all people!
——This person only refers to people other than Ms. Yukimuro.

Withdrawing his glance at Ishihara Chinatsu, Yukimurozawa lowered his eyes and stared at the food in front of him. The majestic father image in his heart was easily shattered by his sister, which may be difficult for him to understand.

Xue Shiyi also thinks his appearance is a bit funny. He is obviously older than her but has been kept in the dark by his father's words. After all, what his father said is the truth, but a little bit of the key is missing.

She couldn't help chuckling and said, "He's actually very double-standard, and it's not like you don't know about his patriarchal nature."

"I know it's true, but what does this have to do with being able to draw normal but only stick figures?"

Yukimuroze was speechless, picked up a green vegetable, the taste was sweet and crisp, and the heat was just right.

Smiling and narrowing her eyes in satisfaction, she didn't expect Ishihara Qianxia to grow so much in just a few days, and she was as talented as her sister said.

"Obviously, he doesn't paint people without characteristics, but although my mother is outstanding in appearance, she is not very distinctive. Isn't it a double standard for him to paint for her?"

"..."

It seems to be true.

Xue Shize agreed a little more in his heart. He still remembered his father's completely opposite attitude towards himself and his younger sister. If he didn't love his younger sister the most, he might have had a doomed battle with her for favor.

"I'm done eating. If you continue, I'll go back to my room first."

"Wait..." Before he had time to grab his sister who was running away, Yukimurozawa silently thought of what his father said when he was a child.

— People who are anorexic get spanked.

But my father always just talked about it, after all, no one in the family was anorexic at that time, and the only sign was that Xue Shize himself hated green vegetables.

As for my sister...

His eyes dimmed for a moment, she was always the one who had the happiest meal.

　Chapter 3! PS: If you want to fight, you have to let your brother-in-law come, you say so (smirking)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)