Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 42 Missing Grandpa? The One Who Doesn’t Carry You

Conan didn't believe it either, and looked at Xiaolan lovingly, "That's right, it's all a lie to children."

"...Don't learn from Dad!" Xiaolan pouted angrily and slapped Conan's head.

The child who had only reached her thigh spoke in an old-fashioned way.

She wanted to visit the supernatural event with great interest, but she didn't expect that these two people would not cooperate. Xiaolan looked around the living room and moved to the last person, trying to seek support, "Brother Zhishu, what do you think?"

"It seems interesting, when are you going to leave?" Bai Shu put down his cup, feeling a little motivated.

After all, that has his performance points.

Get one!Xiaolan immediately rolled her eyes with a smile, then she tilted her head, looking expectantly at Kogoro Mori and Conan.

In her eyes, for rare entertainment, the whole family must be tidy.

"Young people still have energy." Kogoro Mori turned his head away bored, picked up Yoko Okino's video and prepared to play it, "You guys go, I'm going to work."

Conan also yawned, and walked to the sofa with his novel in his arms, "Yes, I also have homework to do."

"..." A vein popped up on the corner of Xiaolan's forehead, Bai Shu glanced at her, and silently moved the cup a little farther away.

A few seconds later, there was a loud bang—Xiao Lan rushed to Mouri Kogoro and Conan in a few steps, and punched into the cabinet.

In the horrified eyes of the two, she showed a ferocious smile, "Ask again, are you going?"

Maori Kogoro:"……"

Conan: "..."

……

Half an hour later, Mihua Art Museum.

Sure enough, none of the four was missing, and all of them came.

Mori Kogoro and Conan stared at the dead fish eyes, dragged their feet reluctantly, and followed behind Xiaolan.

Bai Shu strolled around and looked at a few paintings, and quickly lost interest. Although these paintings are all antiques, but after careful calculation, many of them are not as old as him. The same thing is to look at paintings, why not go to a convenience store and buy a magazine to read them Miss Sister.

"It's so beautiful." Only Xiaolan was immersed in the atmosphere of art. After she finished feeling, she looked at the three people behind, "Listen to me and come to the art museum to visit, that's right!"

"...Yes, yes." Moori Kogoro and Conan were shocked by her look, their minds were full of the iron cabinet that was smashed by a punch, and they responded very happily at this moment.

Xiaolan nodded in satisfaction and turned back.

After strolling around for about ten minutes, Bai Shu couldn't help turning his head to look around, but he still didn't find the bearded grandfather. He wondered if the curator would go to talk to someone else.

After waiting for a while, the plot still hadn't started. The white sloth had a cancer attack, and stopped in front of a painting at random, not wanting to leave.

There is a little angel waving its wings in the painting. Bai Shu stared at it for a few seconds, thinking idly, it's cute, but it's a pity that the wings are white, and the black one would look more compelling.

By the way, when will the curator come out? The earlier the plot starts, the earlier you can go home and lie down.

Maybe some people just couldn't help thinking about it, and just as soon as this thought flashed, a gentle voice suddenly came from the side of the white tree, "Young man, do you like this painting very much?"

"...", Bai Shu turned his head, and found an old grandfather appeared on the right, as if it came out of the corridor on the side just now.

The old man was wearing a suit, smiling very kindly, his hair and beard were all gray, and the iconic beard hung down to his chest long.

This look looks familiar.

The old man continued on his own, "The name of this painting is "The Angel of Leisure". It is one of Picasso's works. Although it is not well-known, the warm brushstrokes and the transparency it presents are very moving. You If you like it so much, you must be a kind child.”

"...", no, he really just stopped here.

But it's hard to say, Bai Shu recalled Xiaolan's appearance, imitating her and forcing out a kind smile.

Labor and management stood here well, why did the drama run on me by itself.

The old man obviously liked this set very much, he smiled more gently, "Not only his works, I like all the works here very much, they are like my children..."

"Hmmm.", seen, even after the child was sold, because he was not happy with the buyer, and killed the buyer.What kind of touching and beautiful fatherly love is this.

Although he didn't like to listen to people's nagging, Bai Shu didn't show a look of impatience.When some people are nervous, their desire to talk will become stronger, and it’s okay to listen, anyway, what they need most is time.

He tried his best, but the curator was still a little embarrassed. The young man looked at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, so why didn't he answer him a few words without understanding.

It's embarrassing to be alone.

Xiaolan was also at the side. When she heard the conversation between the two, she came over curiously and successfully eased the atmosphere. "Grandpa knows this very well. Are you a painter?"

Mori Kogoro and Conan were not interested in painting, and they followed Xiaolan for a walk the whole time. When Xiaolan started talking, they also came over and looked at the old man curiously.

The old man twirled his beard slowly and smiled reservedly, "No, I'm actually the curator here, my surname is Ochiai."

"It turns out to be Mr. Curator! You must know the exhibits very well!" Mouri Kogoro was stunned for two seconds, and then became excited. Could he get a free explanation this time?
Ochiai was in a better mood after being praised suddenly. He nodded with a smile, and was about to say a few words of modesty, but at this moment, from the corner of his eye, he accidentally saw an employee in front of him who was unloading the painting.

The man's hands were bare, and his movements of tearing down the painting were very casual.

Ochiai's face changed suddenly, "Kubata, what are you doing! Didn't I say that you must wear gloves when touching the work! If you break it, you can afford it?!"

The onlookers were terrified by Ochiai's sudden attack. Xiaolan and Mori Kogoro took two steps back in shock, looked at each other, and each was dumbfounded. This old man...is he so fierce?

"Ah, yes... I'm sorry!" Kubota was also taken aback by him, and quickly let go, bowing and apologizing.

The face was full of respect, but in fact there were two hehes in my heart, I knew I was wrong, and I dared to do it next time.

"...Forget it, get out." Ochiai obviously knew what kind of temperament he was, and waved him away.

Just about to find another employee to come over to deal with it, suddenly, a sentence came in from the side, "Sure enough, it is still the same as usual, there are no tourists."

Ochiai's pupils shrank suddenly, he froze for a moment, and followed the sound.

A fat boss came over.

He smiled smugly, and said mockingly, "In ten days, this place will close down, so we must deal with these scraps of iron as soon as possible."

Bai Shu watched silently. At this moment, he felt the heat in his pocket. He didn't need to take it out, because he knew that the boss's name must be on it.

　Thank you Ghost Mian Tianjun for your reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)