It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

After the silver-haired man left, everyone in the safe house looked at each other.

Especially the newcomer Berry, who had just listened to Chianti and others talk about Bertranci's glorious deeds.

Her hands holding the wine glass were shaking.

Help me, help me, help me! How did I get targeted by that little lunatic?

After looking at each other in bewilderment, everyone looked at each other, then smashed their wine glasses, looking righteous.

"Do it! Since that crazy little Bertrand has said so, of course we have to do it!" Chianti slammed the table and shouted first with a crazy smile.

How could she not join in the fun?

The other members nodded in agreement, but secretly glanced at Berry with sympathy.

Xiao Cang Chun Hui: "..."

The next morning.

Qianzhu made two breakfasts, gave one to Dr. Agasa, and then ate breakfast at home while thinking about the lyrics.

The melody of the song is the one he wrote for Aso Yuno.

When he woke up early this morning and turned on his phone, he saw a text message from Tanaka Ginsuke, the agent of the teenage idol Yuno Aso.

[We are sorry to bother you again, Mr. Jingmu. Because the music you created is so beautiful and unique, Ms. Yuno's creative team can't write lyrics that match the music. So we would like to ask you to write a lyric. If you are willing, please reply to me and we will pay you 5 million. - Tanaka Ginsuke]

That’s right, time went back to more than half a month ago.

When Qianzhu saw this text message, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he finally agreed.

After all…if the other party’s lyrics writing skills are not good enough to reflect the mood of the song, it would be better for him to write it himself.

After washing the dishes and putting them away, Qianzhu recalled the melody of the song and wrote down the lyrics that came to mind.

After picking and combining them over and over again, he finally finished the lyrics before the time he had agreed with Xiaolan and the others.

After putting away the lyrics, Qianzhu changed his clothes.

A white shirt with a blue and white plaid knitted vest and dark gray jeans is simple and good-looking.

He took an off-white shoulder bag, put his cell phone, Japanese yen and other things in it, and then went out.

It seems to be the beginning of autumn at this time, and the weather is not very cold.

Qianzhu looked up at the sky, put on his headphones, and headed towards the Maori Detective Agency.

……

Medieval Art Gallery.

Chitake and Xiaolan were viewing the paintings with great interest, while Maori Kogoro and Conan were following beside them with their half-moon eyes and bored faces.

"These are so beautiful. It was a good decision to come here!"

Xiaolan looked at the painting in front of her and sighed.

Qianzhu next to her smiled and nodded, agreeing with her.

"Yes, it's really beautiful."

"Do you like this painting? I like it too. Of course, not only this painting, but all the artworks here. They are like my children..."

An old but spirited voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

They turned their heads and saw an old man with a white beard.

"Excuse me, who are you..." asked Mao Lilan.

"Excuse me, I'm the curator here, my name is Ochiai, hello."

After a polite conversation, Director Ochiai turned around and suddenly saw Kubota touching the paintings on the wall without gloves, and he immediately scolded him loudly.

Kubota, who was startled, apologized angrily, although he still looked a little nonchalant.

Qianzhu glanced at him, looked away, and turned to look at the entrance.