Following behind Dr. Agasa's car, they gradually walked out of the forest and soon drove into the wide road in sight. Sugawa Gen controlled the steering wheel with a frown, listening to Matsuda Jinpei complaining helplessly:
"By the way, where on earth did you get to know so many weird guys?"
That strange little detective is one, and so is the younger sister who showed up recently, and now another person with a strange name has appeared.
"Forget it. I've checked this thing. It's light and not dangerous. I have to be on duty today and I can't wait for you. You can just come to my door and take it. Oh, and there are clothes. I bought some for you last week when I went to the clothing store to buy clothes for Xiao Ai. Don't forget to take them with you."
After passing through the forest, a guardrail around the mountain appeared on the roadside. Looking out, there was the sparkling sea. Qichuan Yuan opened the window and smiled happily:
"Hi, Matsuda-san."
"What are you talking about, you little brat!"
"Mother Matsuda-san!"
"Come back, little brat..." "Conan, hang up the phone!"
Qichuan Yuan chuckled, listening to the sound of the phone hanging up beside his ear, his brows curved, the refreshing sea breeze lifted his hair wantonly, and the moist air with a salty smell of the ocean blew over his face, sweeping away the depression in their hearts and the hat on Conan's head, flying towards the vast ocean.
The accompanying seagull dodged swiftly, easily avoiding the oncoming hat, and followed the smooth body of the car, howling disdainfully twice. The next second, it was thrown out of the lane by the sudden sharp turn, and a tragic car accident occurred with several seagulls around it.
Conan turned around but couldn't catch his hat in time when he saw this funny scene and couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Hahaha how stupid!"
"Conan, fasten your seat belts!"
"And you, Xiao Ai, don't lie down on the seat! Are you children and do you need to be nagged?"
The two pretend kids waved their hands perfunctorily and said in unison: "Hey, got it! Mama Yuan!"
"You two!"
The little red car went noisily around the mountains.
The sky is clear, the sun is shining, and everything is so beautiful.
About half an hour later, they finally returned to Rice Flower City.
"goodbye!"
After picking up something from Matsuda's house and sending Conan to the Mori Detective Agency, Gen Sugawa waved goodbye to the young detective and drove home with Ai Huibara. On the way, he met the female police officer who had arrested him twice. However, this time, the female police officer just smiled and waved to him and let him go.
Thanks to Jinpei Matsuda for accompanying him on several trips and finally proving that he was an adult. However, what Gen Sugawa didn't expect was that this police officer turned out to be Matsuda's childhood friend's sister. It turns out that interpersonal relationships are a circle.
I have to say that although Officer Matsuda always wears a black suit, it is undeniable that he has a good sense of fashion and the clothes he buys are very comfortable and good-looking.
However, Gen Sugawa looked at the pink sweater on the sofa. Although it looked good, he could hardly accept it. However, Ai Huihara nodded in appreciation and happily returned to the room with a pile of clothes that belonged to her.
People's joys and sorrows are not shared. The clothes bought by Jinpei Matsuda strangely hit the aesthetic point of Ai Haibara.
Qichuan Yuan sighed and casually opened the thing sent by Morofu Jingguang. It was a simple paper box that felt light in his hand. After opening it, Qichuan Yuan knew the reason - it was a letter.
But why didn't Jingguang send the letter directly?
Sugawa Gen couldn't figure it out. He opened the letter and a red piece of paper slowly floated out of it. It was a ticket to an art exhibition. There were some strange or peculiar figures drawn on it, which gave it a Picasso-like feel. But why did Jingguang suddenly send the ticket? Sugawa Gen puzzled and put the ticket on the table and opened the envelope:
[Dear Qichuan, the weather is getting colder. I haven’t seen you for a long time. I hope you are well.
I will be returning to Beika Town soon. Can you come out to see me on July 9th?
At 10 a.m., the location is still the same store you like.
See you later for details.
Qichuan Yuan was stunned. Do you want to meet?
When Keimitsu went undercover at the Gojo family, Sugawa Gen assisted him in investigations many times, and the information Keimitsu reported to the superiors was unexpectedly complete. So the superiors had some ideas and replaced Keimitsu Morobushi's undercover mission midway. In the last mission of Keimitsu Morobushi's undercover training, that is, in the mission of destroying the Gojo family and the port mafia, they let Keimitsu Morobushi fake his death, so that he could better get undercover in the port mafia.
These were the questions that Sugawa Gen forced out of Morobushi Kagemitsu after he noticed something was wrong with him. However, he never expected that Morobushi Kagemitsu, who was as gentle as the spring breeze, would choose such a crazy method to fake his death.
Sugawa Gen was silent. The heart-stopping tension that Morofuku Keimitsu had felt when he leaped from the window amid the explosion seemed to still be engraved in his mind, giving him bouts of palpitations.
However, July 9th is tomorrow, and my favorite store is still there..
Sugawa Gen sighed helplessly. It was a chocolate-themed cafe. But that store was in Osaka. What on earth was this guy Morobushi Keimitsu doing?
After repeatedly assuring Haibara Ai that she would take the medicine on time, Sugawa Gen finally persuaded the girl who wanted to take leave to go to Osaka with him. He forcefully stuffed the girl who obviously didn't want to go to school into the car, sent her to the school gate, and then disappeared in a flash.
When he arrived in Osaka, he still had plenty of time, so he took a walk around the nearby food street. Although it was not as busy as at night, there were still many different kinds of products, which made people dazzled.
Just when he was strolling around, he came across another murder case. Qichuan Gen, who was killed innocently again, frowned and wiped the blood off his arm, watching the murderer being easily knocked to the ground by a girl with a ponytail who threw him over her shoulder.
Later, another dark-skinned teenager analyzed the murder case from beginning to end.
Sugawa Gen: ..
Why does it feel like Conan?
It's really strange. When did crimes become so frequent in Japan? Accidents can happen even when you just take a walk.
In order to prevent himself from being involved in any case again, Sugawa Gen decisively gave up the idea of eating outside and went to the theme cafe quietly. But to his surprise, Morobushi Jingguang had already sat here.
When he saw Gen. Saikawa, the young man with blue cat eyes smiled gently and gave him a familiar hug.
"Qichuan, long time no see."
"Long time no see," Qichuan Yuan's eyes softened and he hugged his friend whom he hadn't seen for many years.
Morofushi Kagemitsu smiled and pushed the chocolate pudding in front of Sugawa Gen and explained:
"I didn't expect that the traffic in Osaka was so good today. I actually arrived here half an hour earlier."
Even though they hadn't seen each other for a long time, their movements were so familiar that it was as if they had never been apart before, without a trace of strangeness.
Sugawa Gen took a sip of coffee and looked at the gentle face of Morobushi Kagemitsu. Suddenly, he didn't want to exchange pleasantries anymore, so he asked the question in his mind directly:
"Have you been in Yokohama all these years? Are you going back now that you're back? Also, you told me to wait a little longer, what did you mean?"
Zhufu Jingguang was stunned by this series of questions, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
I thought he would hold out for a while before asking questions. I didn't expect him to get right to the point right away. It seems that Gen Kosugawa hasn't changed at all. He is still the carefree only son of the Gojo family.
"Don't worry. You probably didn't have time to eat this morning. Eat something first to fill your stomach. I'll explain it to you slowly."
"That day, I escaped from the window and successfully infiltrated the port mafia. I was gradually promoted, and I completed my undercover mission. As a police officer transferred to the local undercover, I have been staying in Yokohama for the past few years to provide information to the authorities, and there is no danger.
Not long ago, the Metropolitan Police Department ordered me to be transferred back. When you arrived in Yokohama, I was faking my own death."
"I told you to wait for me, so please wait a little longer. I will come back for the appointment."
The corners of Qichuan Yuan's mouth curled up slightly, and there were some tiny star-like lights flashing in his eyes.
But halfway through the pudding delivery, he suddenly frowned strangely, and suddenly realized something, "You were the one who caused the explosion?"
"No," Zhufu Jingguang shook his head and denied, "He is an official."
Officer?
Qichuan Yuan suddenly remembered the young man in black who came to the hotel that day, the strange man with a bandage, and the one who recommended the book.
"He should have known that I was an undercover police officer, but for some reason he helped me hide my identity and even faked the explosion for me in the end. Before leaving, he only told me one inexplicable sentence - "Have a safe trip, and keep an eye on that little lunatic when you get back."
Morobushi Kagemitsu looked at the thoughtful Sugawa Gen calmly, "I feel like he has some relationship with you, right?"
Qichuan Yuan swallowed the pudding in his mouth, his eyes wandered a little, and he poked the pudding awkwardly.
"A little bit. To be honest, he might have something to do with you."
Zhu Fu Jingguang was a little surprised: "Me?"
"Yes, do you remember the explosion five years ago? There was an important person resting in the hotel at that time. The explosion accidentally injured him severely, causing him to lose his strong killing ability. So it seems that the explosion also helped that cadre a lot."
Qichuan Yuan was not very clear about the affairs of the Port Mafia. He just remembered that the boy suddenly appeared beside him and said something about the fluctuation of time and space, saying that he was a variable, that he changed the world line, and that he was a good experimental subject.
Although those words were not very polite, he was still a sensitive and lovely child. He easily understood the endless cycle he was facing and hypocritically provided himself with a solution, which was books.
Qichuan Yuan picked up the cup and hid the smile on his lips.
Even though I traded my life for the book, fortunately everything is getting better.
The coffee shop is filled with the rich aroma of coffee, and the private rooms are even more quiet and fragrant. Although the soundproofing is very good, it is inevitable that some sounds will still be vaguely transmitted into the room.
"Hattori Heiji! Where are you going now?"
"This time it's really something urgent!"
"When have you not said that?"
While eating his snack, Qichuan Yuan heard a quarrel outside and his thoughts drifted away unconsciously. The voices sounded like the two kids he had just met at the snack street.
Could it be that he and detectives have a natural conflict? Why does he keep running into detectives wherever he goes?
Sugawa Gen's love for chocolate food has not changed. When he eats this food, his usual dislike for food is completely invisible. However, he can't be allowed to eat too much. Morobushi Kagemitsu held down the cake he was about to take away and smiled gently:
"Don't force yourself if you're full."
Sugawa Gen: ..even though I was full, I wasn’t forcing myself.
He looked at Morobushi Jingguang's gentle smile, and thought of the eye attack that Morobushi Jingguang had launched at him, and he retracted his hand in fear.
Zhufu Jingguang pushed the cake aside with satisfaction. His blue cat eyes were like the ocean that could accommodate hundreds of rivers, making people unconsciously calm down all their impetuous thoughts. He carefully looked at the child whom he regarded as his younger brother and said:
"How about you, how has everything been these years?"
Qichuan Yuan was slightly stunned, then smiled naturally and said:
"Fortunately, I've met a lot of people, made a lot of friends, and been to a lot of places. My life is much easier than yours. It's just that I had a falling out with your childhood sweetheart."
Childhood infection, zero?
Zhu Fu Jingguang laughed, "Well, he must have thought that you killed me back then. I must have caused you a lot of trouble over the years. I have implicated you, but thank you for keeping it a secret for me for so many years."
Qichuan Yuan snorted, his eyes showing a proud look: "You're welcome, it's just a small matter."
And it is impossible for Toru Amuro to cause trouble for him unless he really wants to be troubled by Gin.
Zhu Fu Jingguang chuckled, but his heart gradually sank, and he finally got to the point:
"In fact, this time I came here to explain to you what has happened in recent years and to tell you about this art exhibition."
Qichuan Yuan nodded seriously, "Why did you suddenly invite me to the exhibition?"
"Actually, this is an exhibition with the theme of red. The owner of the exhibition is a painter known for his absurd and fantastic red pictures, Takahashi Sakai. This exhibition has collected many works with red as the background color. Many of the works are very stunning. Didn't you like painting before? I think you can go and take a look."
In fact, he doesn't like painting, but his mother likes it. When his mother was away, only painting could bring him a little comfort.
Qichuan Yuan pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and nodded in a concealed manner.
Morofushi Jingguang looked at Qichuan Gen who was nodding unusually obediently, and felt a little sad. He took a sip of coffee to suppress his sigh and slowly let out a breath.
"Besides that, the most important reason why I want to invite you is that there is a painting in this exhibition that depicts a person who looks like you."
Qichuan Yuan was stunned, and a mixture of disbelief and cautious confusion appeared in his heart a little bit late:
"My appearance? Who is the author?"
"I don't know who the artist is, but the picture shows you as a child. So I suspect it's Mrs. Gojo, but I can't recognize it. And the painting date is January 1 of this year, so I'm also hesitant."
However, Lady Gojo had been dead for many years, and now it seems that her death is questionable.
Zhu Fu Jingguang paused for a moment and said:
"I think you have the right to know this, and you are also very familiar with Mrs. Gojo's painting style. It is best to leave it to your judgment. This work will be sold as the last lot. If it is really Mrs. Gojo's work, then take it back together."
Qichuan Yuan's fingers moved slightly, and his voice was harsh.
If it wasn't Mrs. Gojo's painting, they could also learn about Mrs. Gojo based on it.
It's really a painting of Lady Gojo, that would be great...
Involving such a heavy topic as life and death, the two of them fell into silence at the same time, and only the rich and smooth chocolate aroma slowly flowed through the entire private room.
Qichuan Yuan picked up the coffee and suppressed the bitterness in his mouth, then pretended to smile lightly:
"Do you have any extra tickets? I have a younger sister at home."
After a moment of hesitation, Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled and said, "Yes, but it's you, when did you get a younger sister?"
"I picked it up from the street. It's a little kitten that looks like a hedgehog."
The exhibition was held on a sunny day, unlike other exhibitions, which were quiet and chilly. Perhaps it was because the theme of burning red was too unique, or perhaps it was because Takahashi Sakai was indeed famous. The exhibition was packed with people, and the parking lot was full. Even the nearby traffic intersections were slightly jammed.
"Luckily we arrived early," Huihara Ai said, holding a lollipop in her mouth, and patted the car window expressionlessly, "Hey, hurry up and get off. Don't waste time. It's very hot outside."
She was wearing a denim jumpsuit that Jinpei Matsuda bought for her and a white duck cap. She looked cool and handsome. When she held a lollipop in her mouth, she looked even more like a cool girl in an anime.
The cool girl looked calm, but couldn't help laughing in her heart. When Jinpei Matsuda came to deliver the things in the morning, he knew that they were going to participate in the exhibition. So he immediately persuaded Gen Sugawa to wear the pink sweater.
He is small to begin with, and with this outfit on he looks even more like an underage kid. Fortunately, the traffic police were too busy on the road, otherwise Qichuan Yuan would definitely have been stopped.
"knew.."
Sugawa Gen touched his face, gave up resisting, and finally got out of the car.
“It’s actually very pretty.”
Haibara Ai walked in front, and comforted Sukawa Gen, who had wilted like a straw, with a guilty conscience.
Qichuan Yuan was silent for a while, then said, "That's because I'm the one wearing it."
Huiyuan Ai:..
Okay, I'm meddling in your business, you narcissist.
"Where's your friend?"
"He was stuck on the road, and seeing Haibara Ai's speechless expression, Sugawa Gen suddenly reconciled with Pink and opened the chocolate in a good mood.
"It won't be here for half an hour, so we don't have to wait for him."
They were walking down the road chatting idly when suddenly a child in front of them jumped up, waved his hands, and shouted:
"Qichuan!"
Qichuan Gen's eyelids jumped. It was Conan. He fell into deep thought. Will this art exhibition go smoothly?
Maori Kogoro frowned and gave him a slap on the face:
"You little brat, how can you be so rude!"
Mao Lilan also looked at Conan with disapproval, "Conan, you can't be so rude, you should call me brother."
"Hi——" Conan covered his head and smiled obediently, then ran to the side of Gen Sugawa lively and energetically. Of course, it was impossible for him to change the address.
"Qichuan, you guys are coming to the exhibition too."
Qichuan Yuan silently crossed himself in his heart, and said with a hint of resentment: "Yeah, why are you here too?"
Conan naturally ignored the gloom on his face. He had seen Qichuan do the same thing several times before, and he got used to it. He explained:
"The person who organized this art exhibition was my uncle's high school classmate. He invited my uncle to attend as a group of relatives and friends. As a family member, we were naturally invited as well."
His eyes moved around Sugawa Gen twice, his eyes full of teasing: "You look good in pink."
Sugawa Gen: ..
I don't want to bother with you.
He stuffed the chocolate into Conan's hand and followed him nonchalantly to Mouri Kogoro's side.
"Speaking of which, Uncle Maori's classmates are all amazing people. There are policemen, celebrities, and now even painters. They are really an amazing group of people. But it seems that Uncle Maori, who is so famous, is the most ordinary one."
Conan opened the package speechlessly: "Hey, what kind of bad habit is this? Don't give me the food I can't finish."
"I'm sharing this," Qichuan Yuan smiled and patted his head, "Xiao Ai can't eat it yet, right, Xiao Ai?"
Because she often prevented Sugawa Gen from eating chocolate products, she was blacklisted by Huiyuan Ai:
Here, three young men were engaged in a verbal battle. Over there, two adults who had not seen each other since high school graduation seemed to be about to spark. Their smiles were stiff, and their polite handshakes were so intense that veins popped out.
The frail-looking painter Takahashi Saeki shook Maori Kogoro's hand with a fake smile: "It's been a long time since we last met. I didn't expect to have the famous detective Kogoro here. Thank you so much for remembering my old classmate!"
"It's the same. I didn't expect that a famous painter like you would still remember me. Thank you so much for inviting me to this interesting exhibition!"
"Huh?" Takahashi Sakai laughed in a strange tone and pinched his red neck. "Why, Eri didn't come, or did he finally give up on you, a useless detective?"
"Haha, Maori Kogoro laughed even more obviously, "What a joke, she is just too busy with work! Do you think anyone is willing to watch such boring things?"
"Dad——" Xiaolan stepped hard on Maori Kogoro's foot. She pulled Maori Kogoro, who was howling in pain, aside and apologized to Takahashi Sakai very awkwardly:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Takahashi, my father was really drunk, I hope you don't mind."
"Hahaha, it's okay," Takahashi Sakai laughed heartily, which was very inconsistent with his weak appearance. He looked at Mouri Ran with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
"You are Eri's child. You look just like her. Like Eri, you are both goddess-level people. But don't learn from your mother. You have such poor taste. If you want to choose, you should choose someone who looks like me, okay?"
Maori Kogoro said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
The three fake teenagers:..
It turns out to be a triangle drama. Is the adult world so exciting?
The two middle-aged men started arguing again like elementary school students, regardless of the occasion. Conan sighed helplessly. He looked at Mr. Takahashi, who was blushing from his neck to his face, and complained speechlessly:
"But Mr. Takahashi has also been drinking, and his face is as red as Mr. Mori's. Why is he drinking in such a formal occasion? And he keeps scratching his neck, and it looks like he has a rash. This is probably an allergy. It seems like he's used to it, so why is he still drinking?"
As soon as the words fell, a gentle female voice suddenly came from behind.
"Because Mr. Takahashi is paying tribute to the god of wine."
They turned around in surprise and saw a lady with long flowing hair and fashionable clothes smiling at them.
"Hello, I am Mr. Takahashi's assistant, Mai Ryomi, welcome to the exhibition."
The three of them greeted her one after another. Conan smiled curiously and asked in a kind tone:
"Sister Mai, what does it mean to pay tribute to the God of Bacchus?"
"Mr. Takahashi loves to drink, because there was a competition in which a drunk Mr. Takahashi won the first prize. So he thought that the god of wine was blessing him, and he would drink every time he encountered a large-scale competition or an important occasion. However, because of this, Mr. Takahashi sometimes made some unexpected actions. Allergies are also caused by drinking too much, which is also very annoying."
At this time, another lady with long curly hair came over with a sneer. Different from the previous lady who was elegant and graceful, she was dressed very gorgeously, as if to match the theme. She was wearing a warm red fishtail skirt, as if she was going to some grand party.
She raised her lips and looked at Mai Ryomi meaningfully: "Oh, yes, he was drunk, so that's why he happened. But some things are not necessarily done by him when he is unconscious, right?"
Mai Ryomi's pupils shrank sharply, and the hands hanging at her sides began to tremble slightly.
Noticing this, Conan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his inquiring gaze wandered between the two people.
"Are you the ones invited by Takahashi Sake? Wait, this exhibition will satisfy you."
After leaving these words, she walked away leisurely, leaving the group of people in a state of confusion.
Mai Ryomi apologized to them, "I'm sorry, she didn't mean anything else. This is Ms. Tanaka Takayama, a student of Mr. Takahashi. She has been in a bad mood because of some conflicts with Mr. Takahashi recently. But she arranged this exhibition herself, and she definitely hopes that you will like it. I can show you around."
"Mai, come here quickly. I'm going to take a rest. Bring me my cup."
The quarreling over there gradually died down, and Takahashi Sakai's rough shouting reached my ears through the crowd.
Mai Ryomi had no choice but to say goodbye to them:
"I'm going to deliver the things to Mr. Takahashi first, and I'll take you guys on a tour later."
The three of them watched Mai Ryomi and Takahashi Sakai disappear in the corridor, and then looked at each other tacitly, knowing each other's serious looks very well.
Qichuan Yuan threw the chocolate in his hand up and down, and sighed: "Don't judge a person by his appearance."
Who would have thought that the seemingly gentle painter could have such a bad temper.
"Dad, how can you talk like that?"
"I didn't want to come in the first place. Who wants to see such boring things?
I am only telling the truth because we have been classmates for many years!"
Maori and his daughter are still arguing about this, and the battle is fierce, so it is not appropriate to get involved.
The three fake boys silently withdrew their gaze and walked to the front very consciously.
The exhibition hall is based on white, whether it is the walls, ceiling or floor, they are all dazzling white. Only a few dazzling red strips are placed aside to fill in the color with exaggerated lines. The exhibition frame is filled with gray, surrounding the bright red works, creating a feeling of coolness and depression.
The well-preserved works hanging on the wall may be a fiery red rose that blooms and withers, a red meteor falling from the sky, or a red-skinned person with a weird smile and a distorted face.
Most of the works are abstract and surrealist, and at first glance, one can indeed see the burning heat from the passionate and desperate paintings.
In particular, the oil painting titled "Hope" hanging in the center of the exhibition hall is particularly shocking. It is said to be Takahashi Sakai's masterpiece.
The title is Hope, but in the center of the picture is a young man whose heart is pierced from bottom to top by thorns, and who is also entangled by thorns. The picture seems to be dyed red with blood. Only his shirt is faintly white, and the dots of green form an extreme contrast with his pale skin and bright colors, revealing a deep silence.
But the smile on the boy's face gave people a tingling sense of fear.
However, Conan's attention was not on the color contrast at all. He just stared at the boy's hand in the painting, as if thinking about something.
Huiyuan Ai crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the painting on the wall with a cold look. She said, "Do you also think it's a bit strange?"
"He is obviously a painter whose career is booming, but he can actually paint in this style."
"No," Conan shook his head. "What I find strange is his hands. Normal people would clench their hands when they suffer such injuries. But his hands are very relaxed, as if he is accepting the injury."
Listening to the reasoning starting next to him, Qichuan Yuan couldn't help but clench his hands, took a deep breath, and then quietly loosened them, looking at the two little ghosts beside him:
"Maybe the artist didn't take that into consideration when he painted it. Come on, don't think too much about it when you come to an art exhibition. It's just a painting. There's really no need to make a fuss about it, you two!"
Finally, he gradually broke down. The two boys shrank their heads and said in unison:
"knew--"
“It’s more than just a painting.”
Suddenly a gentle but firm voice interrupted them. The short-haired lady in a white dress smiled and rubbed Conan and Haibara Ai's heads.
"Every painting has its own life. The child who created this painting has put all her efforts into it. Thank you, little brother and sister, for appreciating this painting so seriously."
Qichuan Yuan was stunned and asked hesitantly, "The child who drew this picture?"
The lady seemed to realize that she had said something wrong. Her face changed and she smiled a little forcedly: "Sorry, I said it wrong. It was Mr. Takahashi. He must have spent a lot of effort in painting this picture."
Strangely, the three fake boys across from them felt a little depressed. Although she was smiling, the sadness and hatred that seemed to be overflowing from the lady's eyes were definitely not fake.
"Ms. Shimizu, Mai Ryomi, who was delivering something, finally arrived late. She greeted the short-haired lady in surprise, "You're here too!"
The three fake boys looked on in bewilderment as the two ladies suddenly began to negotiate in a familiar manner. Were they acquaintances again?
"Ah, you are here too," Mai Ryomi smiled and looked at the three people, introducing them, "This is Miss Shimizu Yuu, the elder sister of Miss Shimizu Tsuki, Mr. Takahashi's favorite student."
After the greetings, Mai Ryomi smiled and asked, "Are you here to see Mr. Takahashi?"
Qing Shuiyou nodded, "Yes, there is something, can you take me there?"
"Of course, Mr. Takahashi is in the lounge. We are free right now. Let's go." She looked at Sugawa Gen and the other two and said with a smile:
"In fact, the lounge is also a studio. You must be curious about the painter's studio. Let's take a look. Mr. Takahashi likes children."
On the way, Mai Ryomi introduced the layout of the exhibition and analyzed several works. When she came to the painting "Hope", she introduced it:
"This work is Miss Qingshui Yue's masterpiece."
Conan was shocked: "Ms. Shimizu?"
"No," Mai Ryomi denied with a panicked look in her eyes, "Sorry, I was wrong. This is Mr. Takahashi's masterpiece."
Tanaka Takayama walked up to them at some point. She tucked the hair hanging on her shoulders with her fingers and snorted coldly:
"Hey, this is clean water, why are you denying it?"
She raised her eyebrows and looked at Sugawa Gen and the others. She ignored Mai Ryomi's obstruction and said, "Let me tell you, all the paintings in this exhibition hall, except for the collected works, are the works of Qingshui Yue. As for the drunk rubbish lying in the lounge, he can't draw such a work."
Genichi Sugawa was confused: Isn't this lady Mr. Takahashi's disciple?
The next second, Tanaka Takayama chuckled, "I am a rubbish for choosing him as my master. I have such bad taste that I chose such a despicable and evil person as my master. Anyway, enjoy these paintings as a reward to Shimizu."
As her name suggests, this lady really has a character as majestic as a mountain.
Sugawa Gen asked tentatively: "Then, what about Miss Shimizu?"
As soon as the words came out, everyone present fell silent. Haibara Ai silently walked to the side of Qichuan Gen and tugged his sleeve hard, signaling him to shut up.
Finally, Qing Shuiyou's eyes turned red and he slowly sighed:
"That child has never been favored by the goddess of luck. Just last week, she slipped and fell from the building and went to heaven early."
"Feel sorry."
Qichuan Yuan didn't expect that he had directly touched upon someone's pain, and he lowered his eyes uncomfortably.
Qing Shuiyou smiled and shook her head: "It doesn't matter. If that child knew that her work was liked by so many people, she would definitely be very happy."
Tanaka Takayama frowned in disgust: "It's just a pity that the work is now signed by that rubbish Takahashi Sakai."
She looked at Shimizu Yuu with dissatisfaction: "Ms. Shimizu, why did you allow Takahashi Sakai to change the signature? This is obviously your sister's painting, isn't it?"
Qing Shuiyou was silent for a moment, and changed the subject abruptly: "Well, it's getting late, please Miss Mai lead the way."
"Really? Every time we get to this point, we always change the subject."
Conan noticed Tanaka Takayama talking to herself and approached curiously: "Hey, big sister, has this happened many times?"
"Are you talking about the impersonation?" Tanaka Takayama looked at him in a good mood, "Many times, since Shimizu became famous in the circle, Takahashi Sakai has started to steal his works. This should have lasted for two or three years.
He pretended so well that I didn't notice it until last year when I found that the painting that Shimizu spent two months on was signed with Takahashi Sakai's name. I started to get suspicious and after investigation, I discovered the impersonation."
"I don't know how Qingshui could tolerate such a thing, to be honest. If it weren't for saving this idiot Qingshui, I wouldn't want to stay with this scum. But this idiot patted his butt and turned into an angel and slipped away before I could finish collecting information."
"But I still have to do what I have to do. I am such a troublemaker..."
Tanaka Takayama complained and walked to the front, stretching his waist.
Conan frowned solemnly. From what these three ladies said, he always felt that Shimizu Tsuki's death was not that simple.
No one would tolerate someone impersonating someone else's hard work. Why did Miss Shimizu allow Takahashi Sakyo to bully her for so many years? Did something happen during this period that made Miss Shimizu feel terrified?
"Let's go." Qichuan Yuan patted the back of his head. He no longer had the impatience he had when facing the case. There seemed to be a layer of frost in his eyes, which made people feel cold to the core.
"If you want to know something, you can always get more information by following them, right?"
They remained silent all the way. Even when Mai Ryomi tried to lighten the mood, the atmosphere was still cold. Finally, they reached the lounge and Mai Ryomi knocked on the door:
"Mr. Takahashi, Ms. Shimizu is here, can we come in?"
The room was silent, without any response.
"That's strange. Could he have fallen asleep? But Mr. Takahashi never sleeps before an exhibition."
Mai Ryomi knocked on the door again curiously, "Mr. Takahashi, can we come in?"
"Mr. Takahashi?"
"Tsk!" Tanaka Takayama pulled her away impatiently and kicked the door open, "Takahashi Sakai, open the door!"
Sugawa Gen silently walked away from Tanaka Takayama: ..This woman is too fierce;
But there was still no sound. It was so strange. Such noise was enough to wake up a heavy sleeper.
Conan's heart tightened, thinking that something was not good.
He is anxious
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