Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"I'm not cold."

"No, I think you're cold."

Looking at the little detective whose face was mostly covered by a scarf, Yun Xianhe nodded with satisfaction.

Conan tugged at the scarf which was still a little warm.

He raised his head to look at the other person's exposed slender neck, and when he noticed the very faint scar running across it, his hand paused.

"……Feel sorry."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Yun Xianhe, who was wandering in the meditation, didn't hear it clearly.

Conan opened his mouth, but didn't say it again.

Yun Xianhe, who felt that Conan was a little strange, raised his eyebrows, then reached out and pressed his hand on the other's head:

"Don't even think about taking it off before you leave the museum."

Let you feel whether it is hot or not.

Conan: ...

"Officer, we found it. We found the armor in Mr. Kubota's locker."

"Found it, didn't you?"

The officer in charge of the search successfully found the blood-stained armor in a bag.

Yun Xianhe withdrew his hand, took a closer look, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He asked Inspector Megure for the note as evidence and showed it to the young detective.

"That armor is a fake."

"Ok?"

The young detective who received the hint was slightly stunned, then turned around and began to carefully look at the entire crime scene.

"The replica was used to commit the crime. The original was not damaged. Other works of art did not seem to be harmed either..."

On the other side, Iijima was explaining the armor to Kogoro Mori.

Hearing this, Conan frowned and looked at all the suspects again.

Someone who will protect the work and leave Mr. Kubota without an alibi...

Conan looked at the calm Director Ochiai, and then looked at Yun Xianhe as if for confirmation.

"Congratulations, little detective, for finding the right direction. Next, do you need me to come out?"

Yun Xianhe casually stuffed a piece of candy into Conan's mouth and asked lazily.

The little detective put the candy against his cheek and smiled:

"of course."

"okay--"

After saying this, Yun Xianhe took his notebook and walked towards Director Ochiai.

"Director Ochiai, could you please give me your boss's contact information?"

"Hmm? What can I do for you?"

"Well, this art museum looks pretty good. I think I can buy it. Even if it's not open to the public, it would be nice to have it as a collection."

Several people not far away were stunned when they heard this.

Maori Kogoro looked at Yun Xianhe with half-moon eyes:

"What are you doing, Yun boy?"

"Sorry, sorry, it's just a personal matter."

Director Ochiai reached out and took the notebook from Yun Xianhe's hand.

After seeing the detailed assessment of all aspects of the entire art museum, he looked at the other party in surprise:

"Young man, do you like it here?"

"Of course. Ah, actually I thought my friend would like it, so I wanted to buy it for him."

Having said this, Yun Xianhe tilted his head and scratched his cheek, as if he was a little embarrassed.

Director Ochiai laughed twice, took out a pen from his pocket and sighed:

"What an enviable friendship."

The pen tip stopped just before it hit the paper.

Director Ochiai stood there stiffly, and was reluctant to put pen to paper.

The boy standing opposite him looked at his shaking hands and lowered his eyes slightly.

Found it, the truly decisive evidence.

"What's wrong? Is the pen out of ink?"

"Ah, um, sorry boy, I..."

"That's ok, use mine."

Yun Xianhe considerately took out a click pen from his pocket and handed it to Director Ochiai.

The latter smiled and said thank you, then put his ballpoint pen into his pocket.

"Come on, follow us back to the police station."

Not far away, Inspector Megure was about to take Kubota away.

Yun Xianhe watched Director Ochiai put the last stroke on the notebook and shouted with a slightly raised voice:

"Inspector Megure, he is not the murderer."

"What? Could it be that you, Brother Xianhe, have already discovered the real murderer?"

Hearing what Inspector Megure said, Maori Kogoro waved his hand:

"How is that possible? Yun, don't talk nonsense here. Now both pieces of evidence point to Kubota. If he is not the murderer, then who committed this crime?"

The young man raised his hand and pushed his glasses. His heterochromatic eyes looked calmly at Director Ochiai in front of him, and he naturally reached out to take the notebook back from the other's hand.

He was clearly still smiling, but Director Ochiai just felt his hands and feet go cold.

"The real murderer is Director Ochiai."

"what?!"

Everyone present focused their attention on Director Ochiai, and they obviously did not believe him.

Yun Xianhe folded a corner of the page in the notebook and put it in his pocket.

He explained while turning the click pen in his hand:

"There are doubts about both pieces of evidence. First, there are obvious scratches on the piece of paper with Mr. Kubota's name on it."

Megure Jusan asked the inspector for the note, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while, then said in shock:

"Really! There are real scratches!"

"Nani?!"

"This also means that the words above were not written by the victim, so this is a clear case of frame-up."

Yun Xianhe added the next sentence.

He looked at Director Ochiai, who had never expressed his opinion, and slowly raised his second finger:

"Since the note can be used to frame someone, then the armor can be used as well. And even if Mr. Kubota's fingerprints are detected on the armor, it is normal because he did not wear gloves when he moved the armor today. Uncle Maori and I can testify to this."

"Oh, yes, indeed."

Mori gave his affirmation, remembering that he had seen Kubota angrily throwing the armored head onto the cart not long ago.

Megure Jusan looked at Kubota who seemed to be relieved and reminded him coldly:

"But the other party has no alibi, so he is still a suspect."

Hearing this, Kubota swallowed his saliva and smiled awkwardly:

"Officer, I already said it wasn't me."

"The most crucial piece of evidence is the real ballpoint pen that the victim was using at the time."

At this point, Yun Xianhe turned to look at Officer Megure, as if to verify:

"Inspector Megure, the tip of the ballpoint pen you received was retracted, right?"

"Indeed, and the pen is also good to use, so it shouldn't have left scratches like that."

“I have to say that the souvenir designed by the museum is quite ingenious, but it also has a fatal weakness. The victim would not turn the pen back before being killed, but rather bumped it back…”

Yun Xianhe paused in spinning the pen, pressed out the tip of the pen in his hand, and then casually let go.

The tip of the pen hit the marble floor and bounced back, jumping several times before stopping.

Each of those crisp clicks sounded like a blow to the heart.

Looking at Director Luohe, whose forehead was already covered with cold sweat, Yun Xianhe chuckled:

"Putting aside the clip design of the pen tip, there are no signs of impact on the pen. Doesn't that make sense?"

"So... the murderer put the pen there again afterwards?!"

Megure Juzo looked at the pen in the evidence bag in his hand, and after careful examination, he indeed did not find any scars.

"This means that whoever has no ink in his pen is the murderer."

Kogoro Maori touched his chin and gave his conclusion.

Yun Xianhe put one hand in his pocket and spoke in a brisk tone as if he was chatting:

"Then, Director Ochiai, can you please answer me now, why is your commemorative pen not only without ink, but also with scratches on the pen body? Did you accidentally bump into it? That can't be right. The director is a person who loves art very much. For this commemorative pen, he should cherish it even more..."

The people present looked at Director Ochiai, whose shoulders seemed to have slumped, and it was no wonder that they could guess the truth.

Megure Jusan walked up to the other person and asked seriously:

"Director Ochiai, please answer me now. Do you have an alibi when the murder happened around 4:30?"

Everyone was waiting for Director Ochiai's answer.

Iijima was obviously unwilling to believe it, and looked worried and sad:

"Director..."

"At that time... I was waiting to meet someone, a demon with a corrupted soul. I thought he was beyond redemption. I hid in the armor... and then what happened next was just as you said."

After telling all this, Director Ochiai seemed to be relieved.

Kogoro Mouri asked why the other party was captured by the surveillance camera so coincidentally, and Director Ochiai also gave a reply.

When he heard him say that he had practiced several times, Yun Xianhe reached out and tapped Conan:

"This should be the moving armor that Xiaolan mentioned, right?"

"Um…"

After hearing the entire crime story, Maori Kogoro jokingly said:

"But Director Ochiai, your technique here is different from that painting, and you yourself have been punished by God."

"No, it's the same as the painting. Although the devil was killed by the righteous knight, the knight was also baptized by the evil blood, which means that he himself was also contaminated by the devil."

Director Ochiai smiled and sighed:

"No matter what, I am a murderer. Now I have become the devil incarnate. Those evidences cannot escape the eyes of pure justice."

Director Ochiai looked at Yun Xianhe, who had not spoken to him since the beginning, and said with a little sadness in his tone:

"I really hope what you just said is true."

Even though they were about to be taken away, he still couldn't bear to part with these paintings and artworks that he had taken care of for most of his life.

Yun Xianhe looked at the lonely Director Ochiai and raised his hand to push up his glasses:

"it is true."

"What,"

"I wouldn't take such a long note just to find evidence, Mr. Curator."

Director Ochiai looked at Yun Xianhe for a long time without saying anything.

He tried to see some joking intent on the boy's face, but he just smiled gently the whole time.

It was as if she didn't mind at all that he had blood on his body.

"Is that so... Thank you."

"Director, stay alive. These works of art are waiting for you to come out and continue to look at them."

Upon hearing this, Director Ochiai looked up in surprise, but the boy had already left the scene with the child beside him.

The bloodstained knight seemed to be forgiven by the gods with just a few words.

The promising bright future made Director Ochiai laugh out loud, and he unconsciously said "OK".

After walking a little further, Conan looked at Yun Xianhe who had no expression on his face and asked this question:

"You actually wanted to buy it from the beginning, right? Why?"

Yun Xianhe looked at the paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, and after a while he slowly replied:

"I just don't want to see the knight who guards the treasure die.

They just don’t want to see their treasures being taken away by evil people.”