The Amazing Journey of the Knight of the Ring

Just then, a kind voice sounded.

"Hahaha, in fact, there is no need to force it."

The three of them looked, but found an old man in a suit coming to their side. The old man's body was very tough. The eyebrows that almost covered his eyes and the two long beards indicated that he was not too young. It's just that the spirit of the whole person is much better than that of Maori Kogoro.

"The art museum exists only to convey beauty to people. If it is forced, it will be inferior. As long as everyone can feel happy here, that is the purpose of the art museum."

"That's right, I haven't asked for advice yet, may I ask who you are..."

Mao Lilan instantly fell in love with the old man and asked aloud.

"My surname is Ochiai, and I'm the director of this art museum. This lady, it looks like you like these paintings very much. That's great."

"It turned out to be Mr. Curator. Do you like this painting too?"

"Of course, it should be said that I like all the exhibits in this art museum. They are like my children. They are really cute, hahaha..."

The director of the museum showed a hearty smile, full of affinity.

"So that's it, um, there is something I would like to ask, I heard that there are moving armors in this exhibition hall. What is this..."

At this time, Mao Lilan suddenly remembered the reason for coming here, and asked the curator about the doubts hidden in his heart.

Unexpectedly, when the curator heard this, the originally hearty smile disappeared suddenly, and his eyes were even covered by his eyebrows, looking a little gloomy.

"A moving armor..."

"Well, may I ask if I said something wrong?"

Seeing this scene, Mao Lilan was obviously startled and asked carefully.

Curator Ochiai seemed to have just reacted and explained with a smile.

"It doesn't matter, I thought of something else just now. In fact, the moving armor is just a rumor. I haven't seen it before. Maybe the staff were misunderstood when they moved things at night... Hey, Kubota!"

"Yes Yes!"

At this moment, Curator Ochiai suddenly called out to the staff who were cleaning the exhibits next to him, and his voice was very serious.

Facing the fearful reprimand of the staff, Curator Ochiai sighed.

"How many times have you said that you must wear gloves when moving these exhibits, otherwise it will easily cause injury."

"No, I'm sorry, I will definitely bring it next time."

"It's the next time again... Oh, it's this time, I'm sorry, I still have some things to do, you can watch it slowly."

As if thinking of something, Curator Ochiai greeted them and walked in the other direction alone.

Seeing this scene, Conan frowned, and instinctively seemed to sense something was wrong.

He turned his head and asked Kubota who was patting his chest.

"Uncle, what is the room where the curator grandpa went to?"

Thanks to the appearance of a child now, no matter what he does, he will not be off guard, not to mention, Kudo Shinichi's acting skills are also quite good, so Kubota has no doubts.

"Oh, that, it's a storage room for some medieval exhibits, such as armor, calligraphy and painting."

"Uncle, why are you so nervous? Isn't the curator grandpa very kind?"

"He's not kind. He should be in front of you today. If it was normal, he would have scolded me long ago. Really, it's just some old paintings. It doesn't matter if you wear gloves or not, let alone, This place will close soon."

"close the door?"

"Well, this art museum..."

While Conan was talking to him, Director Ochiai came alone to a small remote room in the museum.

The room was very dark, and Curator Ochiai had no plans to turn on the lights. Even in the dark, he was extremely familiar with his destination—a huge painting.

It was a picture of a knight in armor subduing a demon with a sword.

"Demon, after all, the knight needs to be killed, so that's the only way..."

With the faint light, Curator Ochiai watched this scene quietly and muttered.

At the same time, behind him, on the medieval armor, a pair of red lights emerged from the armor, shining brightly in the night.

【Lei, is this really good?Can you find Hora by following that boy?Is there any basis for this? 】

"No, I can only say that this is a bold guess of mine, closer to intuition."

Outside the art museum, a figure in a white coat floated up, looked at the art museum under the sunset, and muttered.

[514.Chapter 9 Knights and Demons]

In the world of Conan, Conan, the protagonist, has the magical physique of dying wherever he goes. If it is normal, this is just to make people complain.But in the context of the Hora invasion, this is important.

After all, no matter what a murderer thinks, there will always be a yin I exist!

Moreover, the response from Zaruba also confirmed the feasibility of this speculation.

[Interesting, really useful, there is indeed the breath of Hora, do you want to take a look? 】

"Well, and it looks like something has happened."

Looking at the police car whistling in front of the art gallery, Ralph frowned, and he directly asked the policeman guarding the door.