Conan: The Mechanic

"Have a power of attorney?" Qian Yu looked at the power of attorney in Yuan Tai's hand with some surprise. "What's written on it?"

"He said..." Yuan Tai glanced at the contents of the power of attorney. "Wait for us in Class A of Year 1!"

"Then I'll go take a look." Qianyu shrugged, then remembered something, was about to say something to Haibara Ai, but saw that she had put on the shoes she used in the school again. "Come together?"

"It doesn't do any harm anyway, does it?"

"You said your brother is gone?" As the client, Junya from Class A, described the entrusted task, Qianyu and Conan looked at each other, feeling that the situation was a bit tricky.

"Wait a minute..." Mitsuhiko stopped Junya's narration. "If I remember correctly, it seems that there was a similar commission before... But..."

"Akira that time?" Chiba also remembered the cat-hunting character. "Your so-called 'brother' is really human, right?"

"Of course it's human!" Jun Ye said anxiously. "It's really my biological brother who is ten years older than me! He disappeared a week ago. He went out and said he was going to find a friend, but he never came back."

"A week ago?" Qian Yu frowned. "Have you ever gotten a call for a ransom or something?

"No..." Jun also shook his head.

"Did you not call the police?" Conan asked.

"The police were called a week ago, but the police found nothing." Jun also replied with a bitter face.

"Then..." Qianyu and Conan exchanged glances. If no ransom was demanded, it is very likely that Junya's brother was not detained artificially, but encountered an accident.

"How about we go to your house first?" Conan asked Jun also. "Maybe find something?"

…

"The one with the police car parked in front is my house." Jun Ye pointed to a police car not far away and said. After seeing the police car, Mitsuhiko, Moto, and Ayumi actually ran over and looked at the layout through the car window.

"Look! That's the walkie-talkie that can be connected to the Metropolitan Police Department! As long as you use that, you can contact the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters!"

"Yes, yes, although the car is still a standard model, the layout inside has been completely updated!"

"I really want to sit up!!!"

"..." Qianyu glanced at Conan and Haibara Ai who were unmoved by her side—yes, she came too. I feel more and more that these two guys are different... Wait, it seems that I also meet the standard of "heterogeneous"...

"Then, Mrs. Nakata," the voice at Jun Ye's door made Qian Yu turn her head and saw two police officers chatting with a middle-aged woman. "If you think of anything, please contact me as soon as possible."

"Is that your mother?" Chiyu asked Junya and got a positive answer.

"Children, the uncles are going to drive the car away!" The police came to the car, but found three little ghosts lying on the side of the car. "Get out of the car quickly!"

"Yes!" by Yuantaibu Miguangyan.

"Let's go in." Conan suggested. "Hurry up and investigate."

"Juniya, these people..." Mrs. Nakata hesitated after seeing Junya and the people behind him. "Is that your classmate?"

"Yes." Qian Yu nodded slightly.

"Do you need me to prepare something?" Mrs. Nakata was obviously absent-minded.

"No need," Conan said politely. "Auntie, go and do your business."

"Really..." Mrs. Nakata pulled out an extremely reluctant smile. "Then I'll go to the kitchen first, you can do it yourself."

"Your mother was hit hard..." Seeing Mrs. Nakata leaving, Qian Yu sighed.

"Well," Jun also nodded. "Let's go to my brother's room."

"It's very neat..." Mitsuhiko glanced at the layout of the house and pouted. "Can such a room really detect anything?"

"Anyway, it hasn't reached the point where it can't be checked," Qian Yu replied, looking around the room. "Let's split up and have a look."

Chiba checked the bookcase, Conan checked the desk, Yuanta and Mitsuhiko checked the wardrobe, Ayumi checked the bed, and Haibara Ai. . . He Jun is also onlookers.

Painting skills, painting techniques, pigment allocation, pigment effect matching, hard pen painting. . . This guy is a painting lover. Judging from the publication date of the book, it should have been a love of painting since childhood. There is still a gap between the bookcase and the wall, so it is impossible to have a dark compartment behind the bookcase (if you open a dark compartment in the wood of the bookcase, it will be difficult for the project, and it is completely meaningless. This is not like a person who likes painting at all. people's hobbies.)

"Conan, did you find any painting tools or something?" Qian Yu thought for a while and asked.

"No, why ask this?" Conan was curious.

"The bookcase is full of painting books, obviously—" Qian Yu was halfway through, but was interrupted by the exclamations of Yuanta and Mitsuhiko.

"what!!!"

"What's wrong?" Qian Yu hurriedly looked at Mitsuhiko and Yuantai, but found that the two of them were holding a pair of shoes.

"These are extremely expensive air-cushion shoes!" Mitsuhiko said excitedly.

"Pay attention to our mission..." Qian Yu's mouth twitched as she reminded.

"Ah..." Mitsuhiko was at a loss for words, and then explained. "But in this case, you can at least know that he values ​​these luxury goods?"

"If he pursues a famous brand~www.readwn.com~ he will not buy this," Conan took out a pen from the pen holder. "Bai Le 78 grams, if you are not a connoisseur, you will not use this to write. If you are a luxury lover, you must go back and choose some more expensive famous brands. What's more, the wallet in his drawer is also a very common material, Definitely not a luxury."

"These shoes don't have any Japanese, are they from abroad?" Qian Yu walked over to Yuan Tai, glanced at the comparison table on the tongue of the shoes, and judged.

This is, Haibara Ai came over and glanced at the instructions on the tongue of the shoe. "America's."

"How did you see it?" Qianyu was a little surprised.

"The font is not a standard print," Ai Haibara replied. "It's Zaner-Bloser, a writing font that's only common in the United States."

"Yes," Jun also nodded. "These shoes are a gift from my uncle from America."

"Okay..." Yuan Tai put the shoes back in place a little embarrassedly.

"Hahahaha!" Suddenly, Ayumi's laughter came from under the bed, she crawled out from under the bed and brought out a stack of framed paintings at the same time. "What is this! It's so ugly?"

"So ugly?" Qian Yu was a little surprised. "If you buy so many books, it means you like painting, and even if your talent is bad, you shouldn't be able to get into Ayumi's eyes, right?"

When Qianyu saw the picture, she understood what Ayumi meant—the lines in the whole painting were distorted, the proportions were unbalanced, and the characters were funny. She didn't think it was strange at all that they were ugly.

but. . . When Qianyu took a closer look at the content, she couldn't smile anymore.

He has heard of this work.

It is Picasso's masterpiece "The Weeping Woman"!