I, Kudo Shinichi, the rice flower death god

"Clang-crack-"

The elevator in operation suddenly made a strange noise.

There seemed to be some malfunction, and the entire elevator stopped.

The warning lights in the elevator kept flashing, which made Hideji Tsukawa a little irritated. He kept pressing the door button, trying to get out of this place quickly.

The closed and small environment, the possible dangers of the elevator, and a corpse hidden above his head all affected his nerves.

"Crack, click, click, click, click..."

The ancient button made an overwhelmed sound under Tsugawa Hideji's fingers.

Fortunately, it seems that he couldn't bear his torture, and the elevator finally chose to compromise.

Under Tsugawa Hideji's expectant eyes, the elevator door slowly opened.

What made him feel even more lucky was that an almost complete corridor appeared in front of him. It seemed that the faulty elevator did not stop in the middle of the floor.

Hideji Tsugawa, who was covered in cold sweat on his back, walked out of the elevator in three steps and two steps, not wanting to stay for a moment longer.

However, after he left, the elevator door did not close, as if it was completely broken.

From the gap above, Tsugawa Hideharu could clearly see the body of Tamada, who he killed with his own hands.

Because he was strangled, Tamada's eyes popped out, as if he was staring at him.

"Damn it!"

Tsukawa Hideji cursed in a low voice.

He was not frightened by the sight before him, but troubled.

If the elevator breaks down, his body hidden here will definitely be discovered.

Even if you need to find someone to repair it, you have to transport the body to another place first.

Fortunately, there was no one else in the library at this time, so he could put this matter aside for the time being.

"My darling, please don't let anything happen to you!"

Muttering under his breath, Tsugawa Hideharu continued walking towards the children's book section.

In his opinion, nothing is more important than the goods he worked so hard to transport.

These are all money!

And in the elevator, Tamada, who had been dead for a long time, still had his eyes open, looking at the back of Tsugawa Hideharu as he left.

In the darkness, the stiff and twisted fingers suddenly twitched.

……

Nearly sixty years old, Tsugawa Hideharu's eyesight is no longer what it used to be.

At this time, he used his mobile phone to illuminate, slowly opened the cabinet in the children's book area, and took out the cardboard box he had hidden.

Every book here contains goods that he spent a lot of effort to transport.

After checking the quantity, Hideharu Tsugawa carefully checked the packaging of each book and found that there were no problems.

This relieved him.

These are all his money for retirement!

But soon Jinchuan Xiuji became confused again.

Where did that package of things placed at his door come from?

Why does it appear there?

The first object of Hideji Tsukawa's suspicion was some people he had worked with before.

"No, those guys were doing well on the island. There is no reason for them to come to me after so long."

"But who else could it be?"

Unable to think of any clues for a while, Jinchuan Xiuji picked up the box and wanted to hide the goods in a different place.

But as soon as he turned around, he froze on the spot.

"Tama, Tamada! Impossible! Aren't you dead?!"

In front of Tsugawa Hideji, it was Tamada whose body was already stiff.

At this time, Tamada still had the strangled look of 740, with bulging eyes, staring at Tsugawa Hideharu, as if he was telling his grievances.

"Impossible! It's impossible!"

Being frightened like this, even a ruthless man like Tsugawa Hideharu lost his mind.

He slammed the box he was holding into Tamada, but it did not cause any damage. Instead, the books containing the goods were scattered on the floor.

Upon seeing this, the ruthless curator took out the pistol from his waist and pointed the cold muzzle at Yutian.

"Since you are still alive! Then I have to kill you again! Hahahaha!"

The frantic Hideharu Tsugawa had given up thinking and pulled the trigger amidst laughter.

"Boom-" "Boom-" "Boom-"

The sound of gunshots echoed constantly in the library building, which seemed particularly clear in this silent night.

Miwako Sato, who had just driven here, heard it immediately.

When she led people to the children's book area where gunshots were heard, all she saw was Tamada's body lying on the ground, and the ruthless man holding a pistol. Although there was no bullet in the gun, he still kept pulling the trigger. curator.

Or it would be more appropriate to call him a mad curator.

Among the books scattered on the ground, a black and white card stood out.

[The murderer and the goods will be left to you]

[Enthusiastic citizens, here’s to you, the God of Death].

Chapter 75 Yuanzi’s face-slapping plot?

　　Saturday morning.

The art museum we agreed to go to was not far from the Mori Detective Agency. After Shinichi met Xiaolan downstairs, he walked here slowly.

It happened to be the appointed time.

But at the entrance of the art museum, the two of them did not see Sonoko who suggested this trip.

"Sonoko seems to have overslept."

After hanging up the phone, Xiaolan asked about the situation and said to Shinichi helplessly.

The person who answered her call was Yuanzi's mother. This strong woman rarely went out to work, but rested at home. She seemed to be preparing to wake her daughter up.

"That's it."

Shinichi couldn't help but sympathize with Sonoko.

He remembered that Tomoko Suzuki had very strict requirements for her daughter, and the way she woke Sonoko up would not be very gentle.

Sure enough, it was just as he thought. Not long after, the sides of Yuanzi's cheeks, who had arrived belatedly, turned slightly red, obviously having been pulled hard.

However, considering the eldest lady's face problem, both Xinyi and Xiaolan wisely did not choose to ask further questions.

The art gallery the three visited today was very large. Various paintings and other art exhibits were displayed everywhere in the entrance hall. It looked no different from other art galleries.

In other words, it has no characteristics of its own.

Naturally, it is impossible for such a private art museum to have any rare paintings on display.

No wonder it needs to rely on rumors such as [the armor will move on its own] to attract attention.

What Shinichi didn't expect was that despite this, there were still very few people visiting the art museum.

It seems like that rumor didn't attract too many people's attention.

"Wow! What a magnificent decoration! There are also many paintings!"

As soon as she entered the art museum, Xiaolan praised excitedly.

To her, an art gallery of this level was already one of the most luxurious places she had ever seen.

"Well! The breath of art is coming to my face!"

Yuanzi is also very narcissistic.

It's just that artificial gesture that makes people wonder, does this girl really know what art is?

The museum is very spacious, and there are many paintings on display in the lobby on the first floor where Shinichi and the others are located.

And according to the visitor manual distributed to tourists, the entire museum is divided into exhibition halls with different themes.

Sky, earth, ocean... According to different themes, the exhibits in each exhibition hall are also different. In addition to paintings, there are also statues, photographs, handicrafts, etc.

Of course, it also includes the goal of the three people’s trip, medieval armor.

Facts have proved that there is still something in the garden.

I followed the manual and visited the art museum all the way. Every time I saw an artwork of interest, both Xiaolan and Yuanzi could make a few comments.

Because Xiaolan was born with artistic talent, she was loved by her teachers in both music and art classes since she was a child.

Compared with Shinichi, who would be detained by the teacher to practice singing, he is a genius.

And Yuanzi will understand this, it's just that she has a wide range of knowledge.

Any vase in her home might be a priceless antique, and it was often taken to various auctions and other places by family members.

Under the influence of what she heard and saw, she could tell something.

Even though she couldn't quite understand this knowledge herself, that didn't stop her from showing off.

"Sure enough! Different from the one in the photo, the colors of the real painting look more beautiful々｀."

Stopping in front of a painting of sunflowers, Xiaolan sighed.

"But why are there so few people here?"

After visiting for a long time, she also discovered that there were very few tourists here.