Chapter 33 It would be better if he did it himself.
After the silver-haired man left, the people inside the safe house looked at each other in bewilderment.
Especially the newcomer Berry, who had just heard Chianti and others recount the glorious deeds of Bertrand.
Her hand holding the wine glass was trembling.
Help me! Help me! Help me! How did I get targeted by that crazy little devil?!
After exchanging bewildered glances, the group stared at each other, then smashed their wine glasses with righteous indignation.
"Do it! Since that little madman Petrancy said so, of course we have to do it!" Chianti slammed his hand on the table and shouted first with a slightly manic smile.
How could she possibly miss out on such a lively event!
The other members nodded in agreement, but secretly glanced at Berry with pity.
Xiaocang Chunhui: "..."
The next morning.
Qianzhu made two breakfasts, gave one to Professor Agasa, and then ate breakfast at home while brainstorming lyrics.
The melody of the song is the one he wrote for Yuno Aso.
This morning, when he got up and turned on his phone, he saw a text message from Tanaka Gin-suke, the manager of the teenage idol Aso Yuno.
[I apologize for bothering you again, Mr. Junki. Because your composition is so beautiful and unique, Ms. Yuno's team is unable to write lyrics that match it. Therefore, we would like to ask you to write some lyrics. If you are willing, please reply to me, and we will pay you five million yen. —Ginsuke Tanaka]
That's right, we've gone back to more than two weeks ago.
Qianzhu's lips twitched slightly upon seeing the text message, but he still agreed.
After all... if the other party's skill in writing lyrics is insufficient and cannot capture the artistic conception of the music, then it's better for them to write it themselves.
After washing and putting away the dishes, Qianzhu recalled the melody of the song and then wrote down the lyrics that came to mind.
After repeatedly selecting and blending the lyrics, he finally finished them before the time he had agreed upon with Xiaolan and the others.
After carefully putting away the lyrics, Qianzhu changed her clothes.
A white shirt paired with a blue and white checkered knit vest and dark gray jeans—simple yet stylish.
He took a beige shoulder bag, put his phone, Japanese yen, and other items inside, and then went out.
It seemed to be early autumn at this time, and the weather wasn't very cold.
Chizuru looked up at the sky, put on her headphones, and headed toward the Mouri Detective Agency.
...
Medieval Art Gallery.
Chizuru and Ran admired the paintings with great interest, while Kogoro Mouri and Conan followed beside them with half-moon eyes and bored expressions.
"These are all so beautiful, coming here was definitely the right decision!"
Xiaolan looked at the painting in front of her and exclaimed in admiration.
Qianzhu, standing beside her, smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, it's really beautiful."
"Do you two like this painting? I like it very much too. Of course, not only this painting, but all the artworks here, I love them all, they are like my children..."
Suddenly, an old but spirited voice came from behind them.
They turned their heads and saw an old man with a white beard.
"May I ask who you are...?" Ran Mouri asked.
"Excuse me, I am the curator here, my surname is Ochiai, hello."
After exchanging a few polite words, Director Ochiai turned his head and suddenly saw Kubota touching the painting hanging on the wall without gloves, and immediately scolded him loudly.
Startled, Kubota apologized sheepishly, though he still seemed somewhat unconcerned.
Qianzhu glanced at him, then looked away and turned to look at the entrance.
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