Conan: Life between Green Plum and Skyfall

"Okay, don't worry, I just think the atmosphere here is a little weird, I didn't say there are ghosts here!"

This statement was correct; she simply felt that the atmosphere of the museum was strange. However, rather than suggesting that there were ghosts, it was more likely that the museum housed some artifacts related to the occult.

Moreover, it is very likely the product of black magic, otherwise, Hongzi would not have such a strange feeling.

"Is that so?"

Seeing Hongzi say this, Xiaolan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her chest, with a hint of surviving a disaster in her eyes:

"In that case, shall we go in now?"

Having said that, Xiaolan was just standing far away at this moment, with no intention of entering the art museum at all.

"Of course, we came here to confirm Conan's condition. We can't just wait outside!"

Hongzi didn't understand what Xiaolan meant. Seeing that she seemed to be asking for her opinion, Hongzi nodded and expressed her own opinion.

"But, that..."

Seeing Hongzi also standing there motionless, Xiaolan bit her lip, a troubled expression on her face. There was no way, she was really scared.

"Alright, Sister Xiaolan, and Miss Hongzi, hurry up and catch up!"

Conan, who was standing by, was keenly aware of Xiaolan's uneasiness. He rolled his eyes secretly in his heart, walked out from behind the two of them first, and walked towards the ticket office of the art museum.

"Come on~"

When Xiaolan, who was originally full of confusion, saw Conan being so understanding, her face instantly turned from gloomy to bright, revealing a bright smile, and then she rushed towards Conan.

"Well what does that mean!"

Hongzi looked at Xiaolan who had performed a show of what a 'face-changing master' was, and raised her eyebrows slightly, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Hey, Miss Witch, can't you read minds? Why don't you take a look at what Sister Xiaolan is thinking?"

Seeing Hongzi being humiliated, Xiaoai stood aside, pretending to be innocent and asked with a smile.

Hongzi didn't notice the targeting in Xiaoai's tone, so after thinking about it, she explained to Xiaoai:

"First of all, most red magic requires preparation in advance. I don't have those magic props prepared, so many spells can't be used. Secondly, I don't like the feeling of others prying into my inner thoughts, so I won't use this ability on people around me."

It's not that she doesn't know how to read minds, but this magic is not as easy to use as one might imagine. After using this magic, one will involuntarily hear the thoughts of all living beings within a certain range around her.

To be honest, when she used this magic for the first time, the noisy sounds gave her a headache for several days!

"Is that so?"

It was obvious that Xiao Ai did not believe the other party's excuses. On the contrary, she became more and more convinced that the girl in front of her who called herself a witch was a liar!

And at this moment, when both Xiaolan and Conan are confused by each other, she decides that even if she is alone, she must expose the other party's true face!

......

"Wow! These paintings are so beautiful!"

After entering the art museum, Xiaolan seemed to have forgotten her experience outside the museum, and emotions such as fear had long disappeared.

She was constantly examining the surrounding artworks, her eyes filled with admiration. However, her voice was a little too loud, causing some passersby who were also admiring the artworks to frown and turn their heads to look over.

Looking at the gazes of the people around her, Xiaolan's face suddenly turned red. She lowered her head, looking embarrassed.

"Really, Sister Xiaolan, you have to keep quiet in a place like this!"

Looking at Xiaolan's pitiful expression, Conan sighed helplessly.

"I, I know!"

Xiaolan said shyly. Of course she knew to keep quiet! It's just that she was a little excited at the moment.

Fortunately, emotions come and go quickly. Within two minutes, Xiaolan's shyness disappeared. She looked at the art works around her, and joy filled her eyes again.

Of course, this time she was very careful to control her voice, trying not to disturb the people around her.

"Miss, do you like that work?"

Just then, an elderly voice sounded behind them, and a bald old man with a white beard stood behind them.

"Huh? Who are you?"

"My name is Ochiai, and I'm the director of this art museum..."

Conan looked at the old man and recalled the plot of the art museum.

He really couldn't understand how this old man in his fifties, wearing such heavy armor and holding such a heavy iron sword, could lift a fat man up and stab him on the wall of the art gallery!

I can only say that every rice cooker is a superman!

"Hey, Conan, have you noticed that there's something wrong with this old man?"

However, just as Conan was recalling the plot, Hongzi came up to him and whispered something in his ear.

"? What's wrong? Nothing!"

Conan was stunned, then looked up and down at the old man. He had white hair, white beard, and a bald head. Coupled with his long eyebrows, he looked kind.

I can't see anything wrong with him at all!

"Who told you to see it with your naked eyes?"

Hongzi rolled her eyes in annoyance:

"Use magic, magic!"

"...Are you sure?"

Hearing this, Conan's face darkened. Although he had forgotten that he could use magic, even if he remembered, he couldn't use it! Concentrating magic power in front of his eyes, he could indeed see some things that were invisible to the naked eye, such as the thick death aura around him.

If he uses other means to see the surrounding situation beyond the death aura, then the magic of using magic power to observe the surrounding situation will be turned into a magic that kills anyone who sees it!

Well, although you won’t really die, you will at least suffer some minor injuries.

"Um...let me help you."

It was obvious that Hongzi also remembered the key to the problem at this time. Her face froze for a moment and she waved her hand in front of Conan.

With Hongzi's help, Conan looked at Director Ochiai again, but when he saw the other person's body, his brows furrowed slightly:

"demon?"

That's right, a red demon shadow was lying on Director Ochiai's body. When he scolded Kubota for touching the painting without gloves, the demon shadow suddenly grew larger.

Watching this scene, Conan couldn't help but start to doubt his life. No, this isn't scientific at all!

"Sorry for making you laugh."

After reprimanding Kubota and handing the task to Iijima, Director Ochiai turned around and looked at Conan and the others with an apologetic look on his face.