Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

“The first thing is to allow people to see Monet.”

Hui Yuan Ai looked at the girl with a smile: "You are at a disadvantage."

Monet is a famous French Impressionist painter, and there are imitations of him hanging in Didan Elementary School. Naturally, a girl who comes to Didan Elementary School for the first time doesn’t know where Monet’s works are.

"Well... I guess you win first."

The girl hugged her chest and looked up at Haihara Ai, pouting: "You can tell me now, who is Monet?"

"Ah…"

Hui Yuan Ai covered her mouth. Although her mouth was blocked, her eyes still couldn't hide the smile. However, her appearance shocked several other members of the Young Detective Team.

"Hey, is Haibara-san sick? I feel like she smiled too much today?" Mitsuhiko looked at Conan: "And you laughed even happier than when you bullied Conan."

"Hey…"

"Maybe I ate eel rice at home last night."

Yuantai's suggestions were not adoptable at all, so they were naturally ignored by everyone.

"Actually, I think that little sister is quite cute, but she's a little hard to get in touch with. Apparently her guardian seems quite kind." Ayumi found that the girl seemed to only have good conversations with Xiao Ai from beginning to end, and she couldn't help but feel frustrated.

"She must be pretending to be kind." Conan rubbed his waist that was hurt by Haiyuan's poke: "Her parents must be such stinky people, and this is just a preliminary judgment. She can say such things, and she is indeed a Childish brat."

"No, Conan's head is broken."

Mitsuhiko spread his hands towards his companions and shook his head regretfully to express his pity.

"Hey, Murata, were we too stupid before? Children nowadays are so smart."

"Times are improving, Ichihashi. Maybe in a dozen years, six-year-olds will be able to write college papers."

"No matter how you say this, it's impossible, Yanagimachi."

Feeling that this group of people was noisy, Haihara Ai left them directly, took the girl's hand and ran to the principal's office, panting tiredly: "In our school, only the principal and teacher's office has a replica of Monet hanging in it. "

The two pushed open the door of the office, only to see that what was hanging on the wall was not a Monet painting, but an award-winning work marked as Takumi Murata.

"Ah, it's not a good idea to barge into my office without saying hello."

An old man with a long white beard just walked out of the office bathroom and was not angry when he saw a familiar child.

"I remember you were the little girl from the A Li family. The little fat boy was taken care of by you."

"Take care of?" The girl glanced at Hui Yuan Ai beside her.

"This principal is my guardian's classmate in elementary school." Haihara Ai took the girl and bowed to the principal, stood up and pointed to the paintings on the wall: "Principal, why did you put away Monet's painting? "

"Well, because those children have all returned to school today." The principal rubbed his beard: "So I specially brought out the paintings of Murata who won the elementary school student drawing competition in Yoneka Town. "

Although the principal liked Monet very much, he was more proud of his former child's works than that fake Monet painting.

"But it's actually quite a pity. At that time, I thought it was not Murata-kun who would win the prize."

The principal poured a cup of black tea for both children, and then sat on the guest sofa to reminisce about the past.

"They should have been in fifth grade at the time...or maybe fourth grade. Anyway, the best painter in the entire Didan Elementary School was actually the girl named Miyano Akemi." Hearing her sister's name, Haibara Ai held the girl's hand. It was a little tight, but she was worried about hurting it and immediately let it go.

"But it seems that she is worried about something. That girl did not participate in the painting competition. Murata-kun won the gold medal in painting. He is still worried about it. He feels that Miyano-san did not participate in the competition because he felt sorry for her."

"To think that, you must be too dark-headed."

The girl snorted: "Those who hide their talents because others are not good at them are the biggest fools. Being outstanding is outstanding."

The principal sipped his black tea and raised his eyebrows: "What you said reminds me of a troublesome troublemaker."

"But that's right. Miyano Akemi is very talented in painting. Maybe she has already gained fame in a certain painting circle."

As if she was going against the old principal, the girl pouted and said defiantly: "That's not necessarily true. Grandma said that most talented people are working for capitalists. Maybe Miyano Akemi is working for someone." The painter is here to help.”

Miyano Shiho: There’s really no way to refute this.

The girl's tone became more sinister: "Maybe one day she will feel that the painter has hindered her development, and then..."

"How do you know such a thing?"

Haibara Ai's harsh tone startled the girl, and she turned her head guiltily: "Grandma likes to tell me bedtime stories. Last night she just talked about the famous detective Mouri Kogoro's No. 1 Night Festival murder case in the world."

"Okay, I guess you are looking for the yo kana behind the painting. I have to remind you that this character only appeared on the wall of my office today."

The principal and teacher wiped his white beard, which was wet with black tea, with a handkerchief. From the corner of his eye, he watched the girl jump off the sofa and run to the wall to lift the frame and check it.

"In this case, even if there are the same marks in other locations, it is probably a code forged by someone who doesn't want us to find the time capsule."

Hui Yuan Ai pinched his chin, feeling that there was no need to follow the surface meaning of the code.

"Isn't that for sure." The girl ran back to the sofa and sat down, sweating a little on her forehead, and drank all the black tea in the cup: "Those adults are so old, they must have been in elementary school a long time ago. Yes, the ordinary marks must have been erased long ago."

Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping the sweat off the girl's head, Haihara Ai asked again: "Then what do you think the real code is?"

"Hmm..." The girl hesitated for a long time: "The code I made a long time ago must be related to that time."

"You're right, we have to go to the library and have a look." Haiyuan Ai put away the handkerchief and naturally held the girl's hand: "You win this round."

The two girls walked away in a hurry. When there was no movement at the door, the principal and teacher refilled his tea cup.

"The procedures for this child are incomplete, so it will be very difficult."

Belmod looked at the old man's back and walked out of the shadow: "Is it difficult to do this? You have already accepted so many weird children, one more is okay."

"You can't say that. This is all a matter between friends. I can't shirk it." The principal looked at the woman sitting in front of him: "But I am curious to ask, is she really your granddaughter?"

"No comment, I can only tell you that her parents both studied at Didan Elementary School." Belmode pushed Haihara Ai's teacup away in disgust, and poured tea from the girl's teacup.

"If you say so, I have no choice but to take her in." The principal took out a small notebook from his pocket and pulled out a small pen: "Tell me the child's name, and I will forge...arrange the procedures."

"Kuroba...Leise."

"Are you sure it's not made up?"

"What a waste of time!" (End of this chapter)