Chapter 2345 2357 [Vodka's Death]
Thinking of this, Vodka carefully assessed the painter's physique and felt that he did not look like a martial artist.
He looked again at the place on the painter's body where he could hide a gun and found that the man did not carry any dangerous weapon.
Vodka then spoke, pretending to be curious: "What are you drawing?"
The painter was so absorbed in his own world in the painting that he ignored him.
The "new doctor" happened to be not far from the painter. Upon hearing what he said, he walked closer and took a curious look.
Seeing the picture on the sketch clearly, her eyebrows raised and she almost smiled. Fortunately, as a professional actress, Vermouth quickly controlled her expression. She showed a look of shock and disbelief: "Mr. Yamada just sprained his ankle, he is not dead, why did you draw him like this?"
Vodka: “?”
He just randomly found a guy who didn't look like a good guy to divert the trouble, but now, this guy is actually drawing him?
And judging from what Vermouth said, this is definitely not a good painting!
The curiosity that Vodka had just pretended to have was suddenly more genuine. He couldn't help but take big steps... pretending to limp as he walked closer, and looked down at the painter's painting.
On the pale paper, lead-gray lines were roughly arranged, outlining an extremely bloody scene - in the picture, "Mr. Yamada" was lying sideways in a bush, his right leg bent unnaturally backwards, several fishing lines around his neck, and a sharp arrow deeply stuck in his back.
He seemed to have stepped into many traps at the same time. There was fear and confusion on his angular face. His sunglasses fell off, revealing a pair of slightly bulging eyes. Stared at by those eyes that were still open, Vodka had an inexplicable illusion that he was already dead.
"This, this..." Vodka never expected to see such a weird thing. He was shocked. "What grudge does this sinister and scary painter have against me? I didn't provoke him before!"
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Vodka remembered the painter he had "randomly" chosen to ward off disaster, and also remembered himself who was targeted by the painter for some unknown reason, and suddenly he felt a chill as if he was being controlled by fate.
"Just now... did I really choose the painter on my own will?" Vodka was confused, "Who wanted the painter to help me avoid disaster, me or Uzo? I always thought I was sober, but why..."
"What kind of painting is this? It can scare you so much." A black hand reached out from the side, interrupting Vodka's thoughts.
Hattori Heiji grabbed the painter's painting, glanced at it curiously, and after seeing the image clearly, he also fell silent.
"Uh..." Hattori Heiji chose his words and said dryly, "Very creative."
This death image is very realistic, which shows the artist's skill. However...
Hattori Heiji looked at Vodka in confusion: It's just a painting, why does this guy look so frightened? Could it be that the members of this organization are very superstitious and mind such unlucky things?
Thinking of this, Hattori Heiji touched his chin thoughtfully: "..." This is a point that can be used. If the wronged ghost of "Kudo Shinichi" comes and shouts for justice in the future, maybe he can be scared into surrendering.
Imagining that scene, he couldn't help but laugh, and at the same time handed the painting in his hand to Conan, wanting to share his joy with the unfortunate high school student.
However, just as the picture book was handed over, it was accidentally bumped by Dr. Shinde who was passing by. The picture book flew out of Hattori Heiji's hand and fell to the ground.
"Sorry, I just tripped over the carpet and didn't see you stretching out your arm." "Doctor Xinchu" flattened the carpet that had been lifted up under his feet at some point, and bent down to pick up the scattered paintings.
Hattori Heiji cursed his bad luck in his heart and bent down to pick it up.
At this moment, Suzuki Sonoko discovered something. She leaned over and picked up a piece of scattered drawing paper: "What's drawn on it... seems to be a boat?"
In addition to various death sketches, there are also a few normal pictures in Kobayashi Seiji's album.
One of the paintings shows a lakeshore with dense trees and a small boat in the water.
Jiang Xia walked over to Suzuki Sonoko after hearing this, took the painting from her hand and looked at it: "The tree species are the same as those by the lake, and the vegetation density is about the same, but the location is not on the side where we fish."
"So this is really a photo?" Hattori Heiji's eyes lit up, and he asked the painter, "Is there really a boat by the lake? Where is it? Take me over to see it!"
Kobayashi Seiji snatched back his picture album and held it in his arms without saying a word.
“…”
The painter seemed difficult to communicate with, but all artists have some quirks, so Hattori Heiji didn't bother with him.
He turned to look at another person: "Mr. Kujo, you are the tour guide here, you should have some understanding of the facilities here."
The tour guide avoided eyes and was stared at by a group of Tokyo high school students for a few seconds before he nodded reluctantly.
He said dryly, "In order to facilitate tourists to experience the scenery in the water, a small boat is indeed set up by the lake..."
"Why didn't you tell us about this earlier?" Hattori Heiji looked at Painter Kobayashi, then at the tour guide, and couldn't help but raise his voice, "If we could have rowed away from here, or had someone row out to call the police, we would have been rescued a long time ago - did you two discuss this in advance? You knew there was a boat in the water, but you didn't say a word!"
The two people lowered their heads silently.
Jiang Xia looked at the album, raised his hand and patted the absent-minded Vodka beside him: "Anyway, let's go to the lake first."
Vodka: “?!”
…
The group left the villa and, under the reluctant guidance of the tour guide, avoided possible traps and arrived at the lake.
Passing through the layers of trees, they saw the vast and clear Lake Sad Love and a narrow bay.
A four or five meter long pier was built in the bay. At the end of the pier, a small boat with a motor was quietly parked there, shining brightly like a savior against the backdrop of the water.
"There really is a boat!" Mao Lilan patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. But soon, she looked at the vast forest on the other side of the lake and became worried again, "It doesn't look like there are any residents on the other side. Even if we succeed in getting across..."
“…That’s true.”
Suzuki Sonoko was also eager to leave, but when she arrived at the lake, her enthusiasm was tragically extinguished.
——Because the ship didn’t look very big, and the bottom of the cabin was in tatters and it hadn’t been repaired for a long time. It was hard not to think of the suspension bridge that was trampled by vodka.
"Is this boat really usable?" Suzuki Sonoko walked along the creaking old pier to the side of the boat. She stretched out her toes and stomped on the bottom of the cabin twice in disdain, carefully evaluating it. "It's not likely to sink after just a few meters."
(End of this chapter)
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