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

Not long after, two people came over there, and the man who looked a little fat and strong was the deceased in this case, Zhenzhong.

As usual, he said a few sarcastic words to Director Ochiai and then turned to the other side.

"Is this art gallery going to close soon?" Qian Zhu said with some regret.

Director Ochiai sighed and nodded helplessly, "Yes, the previous boss had no choice but to sell the museum to Mr. Manaka because his company went bankrupt."

"But the previous owner decided to sell it to Mr. Manaka because he was willing to continue running the art museum. But not long after he bought it, that guy wanted to renovate it into a hotel." Iijima on the side complained a few words.

bang-

Suddenly there was a noise from behind, and everyone turned around and saw that it was Kubota who had knocked off a helmet of armor.

That person has been violent towards the work again...

Conan complained.

However, Director Ochiai, who obviously loves art, did not get angry at this scene, which surprised Conan.

"That armor is a replica, not the original, so he doesn't care."

Chitake came to Conan, looked at the armor with her clear eyes, and spoke in a gentle voice.

Conan looked up at him, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether his expression was one of regret, sorrow, or... sadness?

Qianzhu smiled and turned to look at Xiaolan, "Let's continue reading. I don't know if we will have the chance to see it again in the future."

"Oh, okay." Xiaolan nodded and followed him inside.

Looking at the exhibits full of artistic atmosphere, Xiaolan's regret about the upcoming disappearance of this art museum was alleviated a lot.

When they turned the corner, they found that the passage leading to another art exhibition room was marked with a "No Entry" sign.

They had no choice but to go somewhere else.

After walking around the art museum for nearly half a day, Kogoro Mouri and Conan sat down back to back, looking exhausted.

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm so tired, let's go back." Conan said coquettishly in his childish voice.

"I'm hungry..." Kogoro said weakly.

"Come on, you're tired after just a few laps? That's too bad, look at Qianzhu, he doesn't feel tired at all!"

Comparing herself to Qianzhu who was standing next to her, Xiaolan looked at them with her hands on her hips in dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, Qian Zhu received two slightly resentful glances. He smiled calmly and had no intention of speaking for them at all.

You haven't even seen the body yet, why are you leaving?

"Hey, Xiaolan, look, the no trespassing sign is gone. Should we go take a look?"

Qianzhu pointed at the dimly lit corridor, ignored the increasingly resentful gaze behind him, and looked at Xiaolan with a smile.

"Really? Let's go check it out!" Xiaolan looked over in surprise, then looked at Conan and Maori Kogoro expectantly, "You guys should go too?"

"Eh!?"

Seeing their extremely unhappy expressions, Qianzhu smiled gently, but said in a very sinister way: "Xiaolan, it's okay to let them go back first, and let them cook dinner by themselves."

"Yeah, let's go take a look."

Feeling that this was all reasonable, Xiaolan followed Qianzhu and turned to leave, completely ignoring the father-in-law and son-in-law who had the same expression behind them.

But since they didn't know how to cook, they had no choice but to follow them under the coercion of the two men.

"This room is so dark..." Xiaolan looked around while holding the art museum's introduction book.

"Because it's a showroom of hell." The brave Conan walked in front with his hands in his pockets.

Several people walked to the largest painting and exclaimed: "What a huge painting."