[Group Conan] The organization is called the Fifth Personality

"I'm sorry, I was blinded by hatred for a moment and shouldn't have used your work. What should I do to make you feel better?"

When he saw the red rose, his first reaction was not how good it was, but that he might not be discovered if he used it to hit someone. He obviously loved sculptures so much, but he actually did such a thing. He who once gave up a lot for his love must hate him.

"Unless you carve an identical one for me, I won't feel good."

"I know, I will try my best to carve it in the future." He promised solemnly, but unfortunately he didn't succeed in carving the rose in his memory until he died.

The police took him away, and the relevant personnel who arrived handled the body.

The sculptor's anger subsided. At this point, anger hurts the body. She looked at Conan "friendly" and walked up to him:

"I meet you again, a kid who wants to be a superhero, we are really destined." Every time she saw Conan, she would repeat his previous embarrassing remarks to make him not want to meet her again.

Conan felt that the dead memory was attacking him again. He had said many childish words to pretend to be a child, but only this sentence left such a deep impression on him.

"Conan, I will support your dream." Kitagawa Xingshu teased, and he made an expression that he didn't expect you to be such a person.

"Ah, let's go inside." Conan changed the subject, "A lot of time has been wasted, and we still have to go to the art exhibition."

"I'll take you around. I'm more familiar with the layout here, and the statues inside are all carved by me. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly." The sculptor was so kind because he didn't want Conan to explore inside out of curiosity and then find a corpse or something. He had a precedent.

Kitagawa Xingshu gladly accepted her kindness: "Then trouble you."

Conan also thanked her, and the three of them went in together.

When entering this sculpture hall with an appreciative heart, it seems as if you have stepped into a solidified artistic time and space.

The first thing that caught my eye was the spacious and bright exhibition hall, where sunlight gently shone through the huge French windows onto the exquisite statues.

In the center of the hall, a tall marble statue stood majestically, its lines smooth and powerful, and the figure's expression solemn and dignified. Conan and Kitagawa Xingshu couldn't help but stop and stare.

"It took me about two years to carve this statue from the beginning to the end." This was a lie. This statue was prepared by the system for this identity, otherwise it would be impossible for her to complete such a complex and exquisite statue with only more than two months of traveling.

Most of the works she carved by hand were relatively small, and the only one taller than her was just beginning.

But they were all waiting for her to introduce something, so the sculptor improvised:

"When I first created it, I imagined a brave and fearless warrior in my mind. His clenched fists showed his firm determination, and his slightly raised mouth corners revealed his belief in victory.

He is an expression of my inner world and a permanent fixation of my ideals and spirit. I hope you can feel the soul and power I give it when you appreciate it."

After hearing this, Conan was filled with admiration for the sculptor. She was so young that she could concentrate on carving, and her works were so excellent. She will definitely achieve great success in the future.

Kitagawa Apricot Tree was surprised that the sculptor could say such a meaningful word.

After appreciating the statue, the three of them walked along the passage paved with large white tiles. On both sides were statues of different styles, and the materials used were also different.

For example, the wooden statue on the left depicts a quiet woman with a graceful figure and long hair falling like a waterfall. She tilts her head slightly, and a hint of sadness appears in her eyes. The wood grain of the statue is clearly visible, adding a natural charm to it, as if the woman's sadness also spreads with the wood grain.

There is a bronze statue on the right, which shows an athlete running hard. His muscles are tight, his steps are vigorous, full of dynamic tension, and his firm eyes seem to be burning with the desire for victory.

Further ahead, there is a white marble statue depicting a kind old man with a smile on his face and gentle eyes. The traces left by the years on his face are like traces of wisdom. His slightly open hands seem to give endless care and blessings.

Continuing forward, a group of clay statues come into view. They depict a warm family scene, and the delicate clay texture expresses the emotions of the characters vividly.

Conan was overwhelmed by the sight, and Kitagawa Xingshu was also immersed in the art. The sculptor introduced from time to time:

"This statue is called "Lovesickness Dream". It may be missing relatives, lovers, or other people. This is a kind ofDifferent people have different opinions. "

"This is "The Blessing of Time". Many children are left behind and raised by their grandparents. I am also like this, so I have a deeper understanding of the image of the elderly. "

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Finally, after visiting the exhibition hall, Conan said: "I will come to visit again with Xiaolan and the others in the future. The sculptures here are all great."

The sculptor turned his head stiffly: "What did you say? ! Ah, actually, uh, welcome."

"Thank you for taking us on a tour. This experience is very good." Conan smiled widely, ignoring what he just said and seeing it was very healing.

Beichuan Xingshu was sympathetic and gloating, so that his expression showed a stiff smile.

The sculptor clenched his fists, and it felt like he deserved a beating: "Well, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. Bye."

"Bye. ”×2

Conan opened his phone to check the current time. It was already 1:50 in the afternoon, and they hadn’t had lunch yet, so he suggested that they go eat first and then visit the exhibition.

Kitagawa Anshu nodded: "I remember there is a ramen restaurant nearby, let’s go eat ramen."

On the second floor of the exhibition, the painter hid behind the window and glanced at them from time to time:

They have finished shopping.

Are they coming to my place?

Why haven’t they come yet? I just checked the surveillance again urgently. It’s definitely fine now.

Come on, the murder case should be over sooner, otherwise I will check the surveillance again.

Eh? They left! Are they not going to come?

Oh, they went to eat noodles, no, I have to do something else, send a message to warn the group, and then visit the exhibition again. All the places where the body can be hidden, and finally check whether the surveillance is intact and whether there are any blind spots.

The painter immediately took action. After leaving this exclusive room of his, a little black sneaked in. He looked at the surveillance above his head and sneered.

Beichuan Xingshu was eating noodles, and suddenly, the brain channel received a message for help from the painter.

[Aura Painter (Painter): Help!!! Someone come to save me! Damn, someone is going to chop me! He is going to chop me!

Dog-headed Detective (Cowboy): Where are you? I'll come right over.

Aura Painter (Painter): The room at the end of the second floor of the exhibition.

Master Sculptor (Sculptor): Damn, I'm a little far from you in the car now, just hold on!

Rice Flower Worker (Jack): Priest, did you use the hole today?

Prophet (Priest): I used it this morning. Painter, use the painting to hold him back first. If you can escape, escape. If not, try to fight back and find something around that can be used as a weapon.

Also, try to make a noise. Cowboy and Conan are close to you, and they will come as soon as they hear the noise. And this Conan won't wonder why the cowboy suddenly came to you.

If you can't hold on any longer, just fire a stun bomb.

Spiritual Painter (Painter): Okay, I'll try. 】

Five minutes ago, the painter suddenly felt a little stomachache, so he went back to the room to get tissues. Just as he walked to the desk, the door slammed shut and was locked.

He turned around in astonishment. The person who did this was the security guard in charge of monitoring. He held a sharp knife in his hand and looked crazy:

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for discovering my plan. Go to hell! "

He ran over with a knife in hand, and the painter quickly circled around the desk to avoid him, but he climbed onto the desk before he could circle twice, and the knife suddenly swung past the painter's eyes.

The painter was frightened and took several steps back. He was almost chopped just now. He quickly ran to the door and tried to open it, but he couldn't open it because he was nervous or something.

Gritting his teeth, he went to the sofa again, trying to block the opponent's attack through the sofa. At this time, the priest's message came out. He read it distractedly, then squatted down and pretended to take out the painting from under the sofa:

"Look at it! "The painter shouted, and the security guard looked over subconsciously, and then stared at the painting uncontrollably.

The painter took this opportunity to bypass him to see if there were any tools that could be used, but apart from the easel, drawing paper and paint, these things were just some decorations.

There was nothing to fight back.

Movement, movement, how to make a noise?

A few vases just broke into his field of vision, his eyes lit up, and he picked up one and smashed it against the window. The glass used in the window was tempered glass, so it didn't break after being smashed, but at least the sound was quite loud.

The security guard came to his senses, he was very angry, and rushed towards the painter with his eyes wide open. The painter picked up another vase and threw it hard at the security guard.

The ramen restaurant was just across the exhibition, and Kitagawa Anshu was eating absent-mindedly. Finally, a strange sound came, and he and Conan looked over at the same time.

"It's on the second floor of the exhibition!" Conan said, and he was about to ask if he wanted to go and take a look, but Kitagawa Anshu had already stood up:

"Let's go and take a look, it feels like someone is asking for help. "

paintingPeople inside the exhibition also heard the sound, but most people thought that something upstairs might have accidentally fallen, and did not think that something dangerous had happened.

The painter struggled to negotiate with the security guard, who was like an indestructible cockroach. Four vases fell on him, and his head was broken and bleeding, but he still did not give up on killing himself, and his face became more and more ferocious.

"No, buddy, where did I offend you? Did I treat you badly or was my attitude bad? I want to die if I find out what you are planning?"

The painter tried to communicate with him, and the security guard answered unexpectedly:

"What are you pretending to be? If you didn't find out that I was planning to kill someone, why would you send that kind of message in the work group, and why would you install surveillance where I was going to do it! Since you want to stop me, then die first!"