Be the god of death in the world of famous detectives

Chapter 43 Look at this portrait, it doesn't look like you were flattened against the wall
Boss Zhenzhong dropped the taunt, turned around and left.

Xiaolan grasped the point keenly, and worriedly asked Ochiai if it was really going to close down, and she got an affirmative answer, as well as a series of detailed explanations.

The matter is actually quite simple. Affected by the financial crisis, the former owner's company went bankrupt and sold the museum to the owner of Zhenzhong.

Boss Zhenzhong originally promised to continue to operate the art museum, but as soon as he got the items, he immediately blew up his promise and said that he would turn this long-term loss-making art museum into a restaurant.

There are actually quite a few people in the world who go back on their promises.However, although breach of contract is disgusting, since the contract has not been fulfilled, Zhenzhong will pay for the art museum and deliver the goods.Now he was tortured to death after remodeling his own house... How should I put it, it's a bit miserable.

... This story tells us to be honest.

Bai Shu took out his little notebook, thought while raising his hand to fan himself, this art gallery is really boring, and the experience is not very good.

After the two human beings finish hurting each other, solve the case quickly, and then go back and treat yourself with a cup of iced plum soup.

Just trying to arrange his day clearly, a voice suddenly came from under his feet, "Is there any problem with that person?"

"Ah?" Bai Shu lowered his head and found that Conan looked at him, and followed his line of sight to Boss Zhenzhong, with puzzled eyes.

The corners of Bai Shu's eyes twitched. The kid seemed to have panicked on the boat once before, and he was a little bit broken in the back, so he didn't even shy away from reasoning.

Is it because I can't lift the knife... Bai Shu fell into deep thought.

Conan didn't get a response for a long time. Looking up at him, he realized that the guy was in a daze again, and the look in his eyes that made him alert just now disappeared naturally.

"...", Conan raised his hand and shook it in front of him twice, but got no response, sighed, turned his head and left.Forget it, it must be an illusion.

Although Boss Zhenzhong doesn't look like a good person, he can survive the financial crisis well and still have money to buy an art gallery, so he can be classified as a "winner in life".

But the way Bai Shu looked at him just now, for some reason, seemed a little pity.

Moreover, if his observations are correct, it seems that this is not the first time that Bai Shu has looked at others with such inexplicable eyes, and the people he has seen before...

Conan stared blankly at his hand, and after a while, his middle finger slightly bent, he put his thumb up, and made a gesture unconsciously,
At the same time, he couldn't help but have an absurd thought in his heart: Is there really someone who can rely on divination to obtain information that is impossible to obtain?
"Conan, what's the matter?", a face suddenly approached in front of him, Xiaolan squatted in front of him, pinched his middle finger suspiciously, "What are you doing here? Does your finger hurt?"

Only then did Conan come back to his senses, he shrank his arms suddenly, scratched his head, "Haha, no more."

……impossible.

Believe in science!
All truths have traces to follow, and those "traces"... Anyway, it is impossible to count them by pinching your fingers.

Either it was a coincidence, or Bai Shu's observation ability had really reached an astonishing level.

Will he be the kind of person who hides his secrets?

Conan looked back at Bai Shu, who was yawning and leaning against the wall, with an expression of "I'm so sleepy, when can I go home after watching it", and there was no sign of a big boss.

...It really is a coincidence.

Conan stared at his hand for a while, then slapped himself, put his little hand in his pocket, and followed Xiaolan away.

Curator Ochiai's anger and Boss Manaka's ridicule are just a small episode.It looks vigorous, but to passers-by, the lethality is just that.

Xiaolan's mood was depressed for a while, and she soon re-immersed herself in the exhibits.

Following the order of the exhibition halls, after visiting the Sky Exhibition Hall, the Earth Exhibition Hall, and the Ocean Exhibition Hall, several people followed the map to find the next exhibition hall.

Unexpectedly, after walking to the vicinity of the stairs according to the picture, there is a sign on the only road on the right, "Non-staff, no entry".

"Strange, is the map printed wrong?" Xiaolan looked at the map and then at the road, feeling a little puzzled.

Mori Kogoro took the opportunity to slip away, "Forget it if there is nothing, let's go back quickly."

"Oh." Xiaolan raised her face from behind the map, and glanced at him coldly, "There's still the second floor."

"...", when a girl is shopping for something, her perseverance is really scary.

After visiting the second floor, it took another nearly an hour.

After going down the stairs to the first floor, Kogoro Mori sat down on the sofa at the top of the stairs, not wanting to move, "I'm so hungry."

Conan didn't say he was hungry, but his stomach was rumbling loudly. He looked at Xiaolan with dead fish eyes, "Sister Xiaolan, let's go back."

"You guys are really useless." Xiaolan ignored the two of them, she noticed the familiar fork in the back, "Hey, isn't this the place where the sign was put just now? Why is the sign gone...Did I remember the wrong place?"

"It should be right, this leads to the fourth exhibition hall on the first floor." Bai Shu actually felt the performance point tens of meters away, and he hinted quietly.

Xiao Lan was really hooked, "It's rare to come here, let's go and have a look!"

"..." Seeing her strolling past, Mori Kogoro and Conan stood up resentfully and followed.

This is the last exhibition hall besides the sky, the sea, and the earth-the exhibition hall of hell.

As soon as he entered the door, two axes hung murderously above his head, and a row of knight armor with metallic luster was placed on the left and right sides.

The light in the exhibition hall was very dark and the atmosphere was gloomy. Fortunately, there were four people in a group. If there was only one person, maybe they would not dare to cross the threshold.

After walking a few steps, a huge oil painting on the wall next to it attracted the attention of several people.

The painting is seven or eight meters high, and the protagonist on it is a knight who is half-submerged in a pool of blood. With his head down, he is silently walking deeper into the pool of blood.

On the cliff behind him, a sharp knight's sword pierced a demon's neck and nailed it to the broken wall.

The three of Mao Li gathered together to look at the painting, Bai Shu glanced at the painting, couldn't help turning his head, and his eyes fell on the wall behind him.

It's like a low-profile version of an oil painting - on the wall of the exhibition hall, there is also a person nailed there.

The man opened his mouth wide and was covered in blood, which was still dripping down the corner of his clothes.

It's the real boss.

His soul was paralyzed in the pool of blood under his feet, he raised his head stupidly, and looked at the body.

Taking another two steps back, feeling that the distance was almost there, Bai Shu slightly raised his hand.

The soul was sucked over with a swish, bumped into his palm, and turned to look at him, continuing to be dazed.

Holding the performance points firmly in his hands, Bai Shu's mood relaxed a lot.

He took one last look at the corpse, turned his head and said to Kogoro Mori, "Mr. Mori, there seems to be something over there."

"What?" The remaining three turned their heads together.

Xiaolan vaguely saw something hanging on the wall over there, but the room was too dark, so she couldn't see clearly.

Just as I was about to take two steps over there and take a closer look, my hand suddenly tightened and was held back by Conan.Xiaolan lowered her head in surprise, and found that Conan's expression was solemn, and her little hand was holding her tightly.

Only Mori Kogoro was left alone. He not only took a few steps forward, but also turned on the flashlight, shone it, and then stared at the miserable corpse, froze on the spot.

(End of this chapter)