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"No, I just think that old man is a little strange."

"What's weird?"

Kudo Shinichi looked at Director Luohe again, but he didn't find anything strange about this old man.

"Can't tell."

"Xiaotong, Conan, let's go~~"

"Oh, here we come."

There's something wrong with that Luo He.

Following Mao Lilan, Li Zhongren seemed to be looking at the paintings, but in fact he was reminiscing about what happened just now. He sensed some strange power, or energy, from Luo He.

Now, the world he lives in is very strange.

Strangely enough, the power he shared cannot be used in a simple and direct way.

Normally, he shares the blood of the divine tree. Such a high-level divine tree bloodline is enough to make him a little superman, like jumping several meters high. But in fact, he is still an ordinary person. , but he has extremely strong vitality, and this vitality also gives him a very keen perception.

How do you describe this feeling?

It's like this world has its own ideas. The power you have seems to only work on a certain line, and because his body has been in a vegetative state for too long, he activated the vitality item.

Of course, this is not important for now.

The important thing is that Luo He should kill the real boss just like in the original work.

In fact, the original work is extremely unscientific here.

An old man in his seventies, wearing armor, lifted a fat man weighing more than 170 kilograms with one hand.

What kind of superhuman physique does this rider have?

Even earlier, there was the roller coaster murder incident...

The gymnast girlfriend who performs various difficult moves on a high-speed flying car.

It was obvious that after he came to this world, these unscientific things had become scientific.

Like this old man, the reason why he can do all this is because of the special energy that now possesses him.

However, when Kudo Shinichi asked him just now, he didn't say anything.

After all, he is not a nosy person. He is not related to that person, so why should he help him?

And just now, he heard very clearly while there that the reason why the former boss sold this place to him was because Zhenzhong said that he would continue to run the art museum. In fact, he was lying. Then, he ended up with Luo He. No one else is to blame.

Of course, there is another point, that is, he is not very clear about how the governments of this world view people with special abilities, especially in the small days when they were arrested for experiments because their abilities were too unique. The possibility is not at all impossible.

Therefore, until you have enough ability to protect yourself, you should keep a low profile.

"The smell of blood"

The Medieval Art Museum was very large, and everyone followed Mao Lilan around for a long time. Two hours passed like this, and it was already dusk. Finally, they came to the Hell Museum. However, far outside the door, his keen I can already smell the smell of blood.

"uncle."

"What's wrong, Xiaotong?"

Mouri Kogoro looked dejected. After all, he was a middle-aged uncle who really had no interest in this place, so he couldn't spoil his daughter's interest.

"Since waking up, my senses have been heightened and I smell blood."

"The smell of blood?"

Mouri Kogoro narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. Sure enough, he noticed a vague smell of blood. However, he was a bit older and he was usually a heavy smoker, so naturally he also Just didn't notice it.

"You guys wait here, I'll go take a look."

Saying that, Mouri Kogoro tightened his clothes and walked cautiously towards the Hell Pavilion.

"I'll go take a look too!"

Sure enough, Kudo Shinichi couldn't control his curiosity and chased after him. He ran in, and Mao Lilan couldn't help but follow him, not forgetting to pull Li Zhongren along with him.

"ah!!"

In the Hell Pavilion.

A knight's sword penetrated the chest of Boss Manaka and was nailed directly to the wall.

Blood was sprayed everywhere, on the walls and ceiling, but most of all, there was a large pool of blood on the floor.

It was Xiaolan who screamed.

"Didn't I tell you not to come? Come on, don't come in. Don't destroy the scene."

Mouri Kogoro looked helpless. As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number of the police station.

"Moxi Moxi, I want to call the police. Something happened at the Medieval Museum of Yoneka."

"Xiaotong."

"What's wrong? Conan."

"You just said that there was something wrong with the old curator. What was wrong?"

While waiting for the police to arrive, Mouri Kogoro stopped others from entering at the gate of the Hell Pavilion. Sitting on a chair leaning against the wall, Gouteng Shinichi thought about who might be the murderer, and then he thought of Li Zhongren's words.

He said that after he woke up, his senses became extremely sharp.

Just now, when they arrived at the corridor entrance of the Hell Pavilion, at least twenty meters away from the gate, he could smell the smell of blood, which was evidence.

Therefore, he was very curious. Previously, he said something was wrong with the old curator, what was wrong.

The detective's intuition told him that this might be a breakthrough. After all, detectives should make bold assumptions and be careful to verify.

"that is."

Li Zhongren can still trust Kudo Shinichi, not because of anything else, but because he himself is the biggest secret, and he doesn't want to be exposed in front of people. Even if he knows that he is special, he dare not betray himself.

"I can see a shadow behind him."

"Shadow?"

Kudo Shinichi felt his scalp tingling.

"What...shadow?"

"Like...like a...knight in armor."

"You are kidding."

Kudo Shinichi has a super strong memory, which is his basic ability as a detective. Therefore, although he just took a look at the door of the Hell Pavilion, he can still clearly recall everything in the entire Hell Pavilion.

For example, the placement of items, such as the posture of the deceased.

It is exactly the same as the painting hanging in the Hell Pavilion, where the knight killed the devil.

Obviously, the deceased was imitating the painting to kill people, and he himself was the "knight". If what Xiaotong saw was true, it would explain one thing, that the old man was the murderer, and the shadow also explained why the deceased could be nailed to the wall. This action is not something that ordinary people can do.

However, this also explains another thing.

Could it be that ghosts really exist in this world?

Kudo Shinichi couldn't help but fall into deep thought. If it were before, he would never accept it no matter what, but he could become a child, so what else in this world can't happen?

About twenty minutes later, the police came, set up the cordon, checked the scene, and investigated the personnel in one go. As the director of the museum, Luo He also actively cooperated with the police's work.

Including, but not limited to, calling everyone to the hall and providing everyone's information. Of course, the most important thing is the surveillance video. There are not many cameras in the art museum. There used to be, but they were all removed by Zhenzhong recently, leaving only the most important exhibition hall.

And there happened to be a camera in the Hell Hall

"So, does it record 24 hours a day?"

"Yes, Chief Inspector Megure."

Luo He nodded.

"However, this monitor has had some problems recently. It will fail from time to time, that is, the picture will show snow, but it will soon become good again. I suggested replacing it, but Boss Manaka refused."

"In short, let's take a look at the picture first."

Inspector Megure brought people to the monitoring room, and as expected, the picture snowed for a while before the incident, and then Manaka came here alone, seemingly waiting for someone. At this time, the knight standing behind Manaka suddenly slashed with a sword and injured Manaka's shoulder, but he seemed to rush out of the picture because of too much strength.

Manaka wanted to say something with an angry face, and then found the banknotes on the table. He suddenly picked up the banknotes and wrote something, but at this time, the knight had rushed back.

A big hand grabbed his throat, and the other hand raised a long sword, nailing him to the wall.

Finally, the knight stood there, with his head held high. This scene was exactly the same as the painting on the upper right side of the monitor.

"So it seems that the note in the corpse's hand was written by the deceased himself."

The note was discovered during the autopsy just now, but Megure did not make it public at that time. After all, such things cannot be used as evidence, because it is too easy to perjure a note. Now, the surveillance video can prove that the note has not been touched since the death of the deceased.

"So, Mr. Kubota, can you explain it?"

Inspector Megure took out the evidence bag.

"Why is your name written on the note in Boss Manaka's hand?"

"Ah? Me? I can't come."

Kubota, the person who was scolded by the old curator earlier, looked confused

"Sure enough, that's how it is"

Because of the hint, Kudo Shinichi himself was looking at all this from a higher perspective. Naturally, he saw things that he might have overlooked. From the point of view of reasoning, the murderer must be Curator Luo He.

"It's just that there is one piece of evidence missing."

"Report!"

"Captain Megure, we have found the murder weapon, the blood-stained armor!"

"Where did you find it?"

"In Kubota's room."

"What? No, it's not me!!"

"But, Chief, we checked the inside of the armor and found no sweat stains, hair, or other skin tissue residues. The person wearing the armor must have carefully wrapped a layer of barrier around his body."

"Then, Mr. Kubota, please come with us first."

"Hey! Chief Megure."

"Little boy, what can I do for you?"

"That pen"

Kudo Shinichi pointed to the pen among a pile of evidence, which had also been found at the scene of the Hell Pavilion.

"What's wrong with this pen?"

"It's so strange. In the picture, he threw the pen away after writing. However, this kind of pen is a very sturdy metal rotating pen. The tip of the pen can't shrink back just because of a fall. Even if you are really lucky and the tip of the pen shrinks back, then, under such a heavy impact, the tip of the pen should be broken, right?"

"Huh?"

After hearing Kudo Shinichi's reminder, Inspector Megure also discovered the blind spot.

He quickly took out the pen with gloves, turned it, and wrote another line of words. It was as good as new.

So, there is only one conclusion, someone replaced the pen at the scene.

And, he looked at the note carefully again, and there were some scratches on the note. Although it was covered by the wrinkles of the paper, some scratches could still be seen.

"Director Luo He."

Inspector Megure looked at Luo He.

"If I remember correctly, you said just now that this kind of pen is a souvenir of the art museum, and everyone has one, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, the evidence in our police hands can confirm that this pen has been replaced, and after the incident, everyone present did not leave, so please take out your own pens, we want to check who has a problem with the pen in their hands."

"Hey"

Suddenly, Luo He sighed.

"No need to check, it's me"

"You old thing, you actually framed me!!"

Hearing this, Kubota looked at the old director angrily.

"What if I framed you?"

Since Luo He has admitted it, it seems that it doesn't matter.

"You secretly resold the collections in the exhibition hall and replaced them with fakes. You didn't think I couldn't see it, did you?"

"You you."

"I worked here when I was 30 years old and have worked here for 40 years. I really don't want it to go bankrupt. But, Zhenzhong, this bastard, since he gave me hope, why do you want to deprive him of it!! Why!!"

Luo He roared, and the glass in the entire art gallery shook.

However, as always, Li Zhongren found that the people at the scene seemed to be used to it, as if in this world, no miracles of the human body seemed to be surprising.

However, among the police, there were several people who did not retreat but took a step forward. Moreover, according to his perception, there seemed to be some special aura on these people.

"Are they members of the special department from Japan?"

In addition, Li Zhongren felt that one of them looked familiar, as if it was Sato Miwako. After all, the difference between cartoons and real people is still too big. However, it is reasonable to think that in the original work, Sato Miwako is like a super police officer, and it is reasonable to have extraordinary abilities.

"Xiaotong, come here"

Not far away, Maori Kogoro called his nephew and motioned him to hide behind him. As a former ace policeman, he knew the inside story. There were people in the police who were responsible for handling these superhuman incidents. Obviously, Luo He seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"Xiaotong."

Originally, Luo He did not focus on Li Zhongren. Maori Kogoro said this, and he looked over instead.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, but there was a desire in his eyes.

A desire to devour Mao Li Tong.