People are in Mihua, the tea art male god starts the game

"What did Makoto Higashino do on the first day?"

On the phone, Gin Jiu's voice was cold and without the slightest emotion.

He was just curious about how this new member of the organization, the newcomer he had single-handedly wooed, would complete the first task.

"Go to the Mika Art Museum to see an exhibition of medieval paintings."

Akemi Miyano answered truthfully.

"See an art exhibition?"

"And what about the next day?"

Gin Jiu was stunned for a moment and continued to ask.

"Go to the Mika Art Museum to see an exhibition of medieval paintings."

Akemi Miyano said again.

"And what about the third day?"

Gin Jiu's tone, a little chilly, asked again.

Go to a boring art exhibition for two days in a row, and on the third day it's time to get down to business!

"I brought my girlfriend to the Mika Art Museum to see an exhibition of medieval paintings."

Akemi Miyano said slightly sourly.

Gin wine: "..."

For three days in a row, I went to the art museum to see art exhibitions.

Today is already the last day of the mission!

Still watching art exhibitions?

"Big brother, I think he doesn't want to work for the organization at all."

"A guy like this, just let me get rid of him!"

Vodka made a gesture of wiping his neck with a hand knife, suggesting that he could do it at any time.

"Two thirty-eight p.m.!"

Gin Jiu glanced at his watch, his icy eyes, and swept over the sniper rifle on the table, "If you wait until 12 o'clock at night, he hasn't solved the target yet." "

"Hmph!"

A long, pointed sniper bullet, standing on the table.

......

Rice Flower Art Museum.

A banner reading "Exhibition of Medieval Paintings" hangs at the door.

Since the beginning of the Meiji Restoration, Japan has embarked on the path of comprehensive westernization, and the entire country has fully worshiped Western culture from top to bottom.

Even the art of painting is based on the West.

However, the exhibition of medieval paintings in this museum is very crowded, with only a few visitors.

After all, oil paintings hundreds of years ago, how can there be long legs in short videos.

Even a few old men who came to the art museum were sitting on chairs rubbing the air conditioner and salivating at the beautiful woman on the mobile phone.

"Wow! Wow! "

"Armor, knights, and swords!"

Conan jumped and pretended to be a forced child.

"Really!"

"Why do you want to see the art exhibition, and I have to babysit this little ghost?"

Maori Kogoro complained as his eyes searched around.

Unfortunately, it soon disappointed him.

In this old art museum, there is no beautiful young woman covering her face with a black veil at all.

"All right, Dad."

"You usually watch either gambling horses, or Yoko Okino, and occasionally watch some art exhibitions!"

Xiao Lan asked coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, got it."

"Didn't I come with a ghost?"

Maori Kogoro pouted, sat on the side of the old man, and also leaned over to look at the writhing little sisters.

"What a beautiful painting!"

"This is the real art!"

Makoto Higashino stood in front of an oil painting and couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, a beautiful painting."

"Every painting here is a unique work of art."

"It's all my life's work!"

The old curator stood behind him with his hands on his back, contemplating the paintings.

"I really hope that future generations can see and appreciate a work of art like this."

Makoto Higashino echoed.

"It will definitely be!"

"Whoever it is, can't destroy these works of art."

The old curator nodded, and a sharp light flashed in his old eyes.

"But what about the hotel renovation plan?"

"If you don't stop it, this art museum will become a luxury hotel full of copper smell."

Makoto Higashino asked again.

At this time of day, he would come to the art museum to see the art exhibition and chat with the old curator.

It's just that for the first two days, he came alone.

And this time, he brought the Maori father and daughter, and the glasses little ghost head.

"Teenager, there are not many people who can appreciate art now, especially young people like you."

"I am very happy to see young people who like oil painting."

"Even if it is for you, even if there is only one person, I will guard this art museum and protect the art treasured here!"

The old curator smiled kindly, but his eyes became more and more determined.

"Makoto, do you know that old man?"

Xiaolan asked curiously.

"It's not an acquaintance, it's just a person who appreciates art."

Makoto Higashino said lightly.

"Oh, yes!"

Xiaolan didn't think much about it, but was a little happy.

Because, she found another advantage of Makoto Higashino.

Love oil painting, appreciate art!

It's just like a prince, even the taste is so noble.

"Cut, pretend!"

Conan beeped softly, with a look of disdain.

He looked around at the oil paintings, but he was not interested in looking at them.

These things are not as interesting as the corpse of the murder.

"Wow, this is good, this is good!"

"Right! I've been following her for a long time. "

"This can't work, change one, change one!"

"What about this? Excellent! "

"Boom! I'm just taking this bite, it's great! "

......

In the corner of the art museum, Maori Kogoro is talking with the old man, facing the girl on the short video on the mobile phone, and the more he watches, the more excited he gets.