I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

Serabel hummed in an upward tone, and slowly typed a question mark in the air.

You must know that most people actually need about the same amount of sleep. The so-called insistence on getting up early is nothing more than being able to overcome sleepiness.

In the past few days, Akai Mari has figured out her daughter's class schedule. As long as Sera Masumi has physical education classes during the day, she will definitely come over at night after the latter falls asleep.

Like yesterday, Friday was a day for physical education.

Last night, the two of them worked hard until one or two in the morning before going to bed and getting up again at six or seven in the morning. Even Serabel herself felt sleepy, but Akai Marie was able to wake up.

Is this the strength of the legendary elite MI6 investigators?

A trainee investigator silently marveled in his heart.

Of course, the premise is that Sera Bell doesn't know that Akai Marie wakes up early just to avoid being noticed by her daughter, and she will definitely take a nap after lunch to replenish her energy.

"...I understand the truth, but why do you want to wake me up so early in the morning, Zhenzhun? Even if you have an appointment to go to an art museum today, you won't have to get up so early. Could it be that the art museum? Do you follow the breakfast bar’s schedule?”

"Well, that's not the case. The museum opens at eight in the morning and doesn't close until five in the evening."

Sera Masumi recalled the relevant information he checked yesterday, and then added another sentence.

"But I think it's better to leave early. After all, Lan and the others have already set off, right?"

"……what?"

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

The tiger-toothed girl was like a crane holding someone lying on the bed on her side with her hands and legs. As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone from her body, opened the social platform app and lowered the screen to the latter.

Serabel took a closer look and saw that the avatar at the top of the page was a hairband, with a very rustic ID called "Tokyo's No. 3 Affectionate". The latest update was sent [-] minutes ago, and the content only contained a simple sentence - today's goal, art museum!

There is also a photo attached below the post. The background is in front of the gate of a building called "Middle Ages Art Museum". The person in the center is naturally the eldest lady of a certain garden, and beside it are the sleepy and yawning unicorn JK and a certain person. Death student.

Eh?Is that guy with glasses here too?

Although there was no basis for it, Serabel always felt that today's trip to the art gallery would not be too peaceful.

……

The location of the art museum is right at the junction of Aipado Town and Yoneka Town, slightly closer to Yoneka Town, so it’s not too far from the Aipado Hotel.

Serabel and Masumi Sera walked there, and it only took half an hour from getting up to arriving. They also solved the problem of breakfast on the way.

The bright sunshine on the weekend morning slanted down from the sky. At the entrance of the art museum, which was exactly the same as in the photo, two girls and a bespectacled kid were waiting there in advance.

One of them has a red face, and the other two have black lines on their heads.

"Sorry sorry, we're late."

Sera Masumi greeted him with familiarity upon meeting him.

Hearing the familiar voice, Xiaolan and Conan, who had been waiting for almost half an hour, suddenly became enlightened.

The eldest lady from a certain garden had bright eyes that almost shone with light, but she still maintained a reserved mouth.

"No, no, we actually just arrived."

I just arrived...hehe... I just arrived...?

Behind them, Conan and Xiaolan's mouths twitched slightly, thinking that if they hadn't been standing here for half an hour, they would almost believe it.

But we are all good friends, and it is impossible to expose it. The most we can do is complain a little bit in our hearts.

At the same time, the sound of the door opening finally came from the art gallery door above the steps.

As the first batch of guests since the museum opened today, when Serabel and others bought their tickets and entered the exhibition hall, there were only a few staff busy in the huge exhibition hall besides them.

"Wow~ This painting is so beautiful!"

Walking along the guardrail raised a meter away from the wall and coming to one of the paintings, Xiaolan couldn't help but admire it from the bottom of her heart.

Sera Bell followed the sound and glanced casually, and saw a sunflower painted on the painting... Of course it was not Van Gogh's sunflower, it was just an ordinary sunflower oil painting.

The painting looks similar, not ugly.

After all, his art appreciation ability only goes so far.

Yuanzi hadn't had time to choose a work that could reflect her artistic taste. Seeing that her best friend had already given a reference answer, she immediately joined in and thought of something arty.

But before she could speak, a kind old man on the other side with white hair and beard, a slender and graceful man with a style similar to that of a spy house examiner, came over and smiled immediately after hearing this.

"Do you like this work, young lady?"

"Eh?"

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment and turned her head. The old man raised his face and looked at the paintings on the wall with some emotion in his tone.

"I also like this painting very much. No, I should like all the works here, just like my children."

"Well, may I ask who you are..."

"Hey, sorry, I'm rude. I'm the curator here, and my surname is Ochiai."

"It turns out to be Director Ochiai."

"Although it may be a bit rude to ask—"

Still saying hello over there, Serabel looked around.

"But don't you plan to continue opening this art museum?"?

Chapter 20 The God of Death is passive and can’t hide anymore

"Not open? Why?"

Yuanzi was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and couldn't help but cast a questioning look.

Although today is the weekend, there are only a few of them in the entire exhibition hall, but after all, it is still only eight o'clock in the morning, and the Renren Art Museum has just opened, so it is normal that there are not many people coming.

It would be too much to say that other people's art museums will not be open for long just because of this.

"It's true."

Conan, who had been following Xiaolan, said sideways.

Looking in the direction he was facing, he saw several staff members in the exhibition hall taking down the paintings on the wall one by one.

This is very interesting. It is clearly the time when the doors have just opened in the morning. Logically speaking, it is the right time to wipe down and hang up the artworks one by one, but a group of staff are taking them down and packing them one by one.

No matter how you look at it, it seems unreasonable.

"Well, to be honest..."

Director Ochiai was not angry at all. He was about to explain, but when he turned his head, he saw one of the staff members trying to remove the art painting on the wall with his bare hands, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Ughhhhh! Kubota! What are you doing! How many times have I told you that you must wear gloves when handling works! You just can't remember, can you!"

"Yes, sorry..."

The person who was loudly reprimanded by Director Ochiai was a short middle-aged man who was already a little older. His long middle parting looked a little messy due to being frightened. He quickly let go of his hand on the picture frame and looked at it with a sad expression. The former came to him angrily.

"Okay, you don't have to do it!" Director Ochiai waved him away, then turned to another staff member who was wearing gloves and handling art works in compliance with operating regulations, "Iijima, I'm leaving it to you. "

"Yes."

Kubota left, looking quite gloomy when he left.

The two girls, Sonoko and Xiaolan, watched with complicated expressions as the middle-aged man disappeared from the entrance of the exhibition hall. No one could have imagined that Director Ochiai, who looked like a kind old man just a second ago, would have something to do with art works. I ended up feeling so emotional.

It was almost a passing time. Kubota had just left the exhibition hall, and another group of people walked in from the outside, with a mocking smile that could not be hidden in his tone.

"Heh, even on weekends it's as deserted as usual."

The first person to enter was a middle-aged man with a big belly and a fleshy face, and behind him was a young, slightly fat man with glasses who looked like a secretary.

When he entered the exhibition hall, he was looking around, but his gaze was more like looking at the place than looking at the art paintings hanging on the walls.

"The real boss..."

Noticing the visitor, Director Ochiai's expression suddenly turned reluctant.

But the middle-aged man didn't even look at him, he just continued to scan the venue.

"This place will be closed in ten days. During this period, I have to ask you to take good care of it. Of course...including these junk things."

After saying that, ignoring the indignant Iijima and the helpless Director Ochiai beside him, he laughed and turned away with his secretary, seemingly to see other exhibition halls.

When the two of them walked away, Xiaolan stepped forward with some worry.

"Well, so the news that the museum is about to close is actually..."

"Ah, it's true." Director Ochiai sighed softly, "The previous owner of this art museum transferred the art museum to owner Manaka because the company went bankrupt."

"But the previous owner obviously sold the museum to him because that guy Manaka said he was willing to continue operating the museum, but after buying the museum, that guy Manaka said he wanted to turn the place into a hotel!" Iida said angrily. .

"Isn't this important matter related to the livelihood of the entire art museum's employees not written in the transfer contract?" Sera Bell was a little confused.

"Because the previous boss quite trusted that guy Zhenzhong, so he didn't write it. Who would have known that he would be such a person who is so unscrupulous for profit!"

Oh, that’s okay, no wonder the company ran until it collapsed... a trainee prosecutor said to himself.

The work of removing art paintings from the shelves in the exhibition hall was still going on little by little. After shopping around, Serabel and others went straight to the next exhibition hall.

Walking in the quiet corridor, Sera Masumi straightened her slender arms and stretched back.

"But there's nothing we can do about it. It's normal that classical art museums like this can't open now. After all, everyone lives a fast-paced life these days. How can we still have time to soak in art museums every day to cultivate our sentiments, let alone this The fees at Bian Art Museum are not expensive.”

It's really not expensive, it can even be considered quite cheap. A normal adult's ticket only costs [-] yen and you can come in and wander around with no time limit. Students can also get a [-]% discount. Those like Conan who are still in elementary school can simply go there. Free tickets.

Serabel made a rough calculation. Even if the tourists who come every day are adults and the art museum only has the few staff it saw before, then at least four and fifty people will have to come every day to support the staff. Salary expenses.

And this does not include other additional expenses such as water, electricity, rent, etc. If it were included, it would take [-] people a day to barely break even.

But it is obvious that this art museum does not have such a large flow of visitors, so violent losses are basically inevitable.

"Well, in the final analysis, it is unreasonable for something as niche as art to have to be made by the public in order to make money." Sera Bell looked sideways. "To give you the simplest example, if there is news that a painting of a certain type has been unearthed somewhere in the world, A painting by a famous artist has been certified as authentic, so where do you think the next destination of this painting will be?"

"Auction?" Miss Yuanzi blurted out without thinking.

"There are only auctions." Serabel shrugged.

"But those who can participate in auctions of that level are without exception rich or noble. Ordinary people simply don't have the qualifications or the leisure to participate. They are not in the same dimension as themselves, let alone understand them. You have to go on the road If you ask any ordinary person who is a famous painter, nine out of ten people will probably say Van Gogh as their first reaction. For musicians, it would be Beethoven. But you really want to use Van Gogh’s sunflowers as a selling point to open an art museum. It only costs [-] yen to return the tickets, so the daily revenue is probably not enough to pay for the security fees."

Everyone was speechless, but the thoughts that came to their minds were the same.

One thing to say, indeed.

The space in the museum is quite large, with five or six large exhibition halls alone.

In addition to the outermost painting hall where Serabell and others came to first, there is also the "Earth Room" where ceramics are displayed, the "Sky Room" where various sculptures of angels and gods are placed, and the other rooms. The theme of the ocean is "Umihara Noma" with various ship sculptures and pirate flags, etc.

Each exhibition hall has a different style. The lighting, music and layout highlight each other's characteristics vividly, making people immersed in it as soon as they walk in.

It can be seen that the designers of this art museum did put a lot of effort into its construction when it was first established, but again, art is just a plaything circulated in the small circles of the upper class for fun. .

Two hours later, after visiting the first few exhibition halls, the group of five people finally arrived at the last exhibition hall.

The style of painting is completely different from the previous exhibition halls. The entrance to the last exhibition hall is quite narrow, only the size of an ordinary door. Looking in from the outside, the light is extremely dim, and various medieval armors standing on both sides can be vaguely seen. They are called ——The room of hell.

"Is this the place where there is a medieval armor that can move on its own?" Yuanzi poked his head inside, eager to give it a try.

"Yoshi~ Let's go in and find out what's going on. Let's make a quick decision and then go have lunch together!"

She hasn't forgotten the promise she made in front of the coffee shop last week.

No one had any objections to this and just left.

Stepping into the hell room, Serabel sniffed and hummed in confusion.

Why... there seems to be a faint smell of blood? ?

Chapter 21 I bet a piece, he is the culprit, no more

The layout of [Hell Room] is completely different from all previous exhibition halls.

If the previous exhibition halls were considered serious, then this last hell exhibition hall could almost be called a utility room.

Just like the most common single-family house in Japan, there are always a very small number of houses that are forced to take root in an area with extremely weird shapes due to various reasons.