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

"Oh? Really?" Director Ochiai turned his head and looked at Chitake with surprise.

Qianzhu rubbed the pen he brought with him, smiled and nodded at him, "I can understand how you feel."

Director Ochiai suddenly laughed, tilting his head back with a look of relief.

But Qianzhu felt a hint of sadness in his laughter.

He lowered his eyes slightly and twirled the ballpoint pen in his hand.

……

On the way back, Conan curiously asked Chitake, "Brother Chitake, how did you know that the murderer was Director Ochiai?"

"Hmm?" Qian Zhu turned his head and looked over, curling the corners of his lips. "I don't have any evidence to prove that he is the murderer, but I know that he must feel bad inside that his works that he loves with all his heart were treated like that by that kind of person. For the sake of his beloved works, perhaps killing the other person is the best way for him."

He was clearly smiling, but there was sadness in his eyes.

Conan found that he couldn't understand Chitake like this.

"Then...what if it was you? I mean, if your work was treated like that, would you choose to kill the other person like Director Ochiai did?"

"As for me, maybe." Qian Zhu smiled and answered ambiguously.

"So, that's why the curator chose to use the imitation armor to kill Mr. Manaka?" Xiaolan, who was listening to their conversation, also spoke up.

She may not understand art very well, but if she puts herself in Director Ochiai's shoes, she can actually understand his feelings.

"yes……"

……

When they returned to the Maori Detective Agency, Maori and Conan were so hungry that they collapsed on the sofa.

Qianzhu couldn't help but laugh when he saw these two people who were almost identical.

"Qianzhu, come and stay with us." Xiaolan, who was tying her apron, looked at Qianzhu and invited her.

Qian Zhu thought about it, then smiled and nodded, "Okay, then I'll help you."

As they talked, the two of them walked into the kitchen, talking and laughing.

The East Asian Jealous King, who was far away from the murder case, became alert. He climbed up from the sofa with his hands and feet and followed the two into the kitchen. "Me! I'll help too!"

"Kid, don't make trouble." Kogoro Mouri on the side quickly picked up Conan.

"Ahh..." The Corgi struggled but to no avail, so he could only watch the kitchen door close in front of him.

Qianzhu was very happy to receive the emotional value from the King of Jealousy again, so much so that he was in the mood to teach Xiaolan how to cook some Chinese dishes.

When the delicious food was placed on the table, Maori and Conan couldn't help but exclaim, and tears of delight rolled down their mouths.

Xiaolan, wearing oven gloves, smiled happily, "These were almost all made by Qianzhu! I was just helping out, but I also learned a new dish!"

"These are what I'm good at. I wonder if you will like them." Qian Zhu said with a smile.

"No, no, now that I'm looking at it, I feel like my index finger is wide open!"

Maori rubbed his hands, looking impatient.

Xiaolan rolled her eyes, but served him a bowl of rice.

As the delicious food entered his mouth, Conan's jealousy instantly disappeared, and all he could think about was: "It's delicious!"

"It's really delicious! Qianzhu is really amazing, it seems like he knows everything!"

Qianzhu smiled and said, "It's okay."

Maori on the side was eating like crazy, as if he was afraid that he would miss out if he ate slowly, which made Xiaolan and Conan speechless.

But I didn’t remain speechless for long, after all…

If you don’t take action now, they won’t be able to eat it! !