Conan and Gin are both my brothers, what's wrong with meeting them once?

"Oh! It's Ichijin!"

Kogoro Mouri, who had been frozen at the table, seemed to suddenly come to life. He rushed over and reached for the sake in Kazuma Kudo's hand.

"You little rascal, you came all this way, why did you bring a gift?" he said, already taking the bottle of wine from his hand.

Kudo Kazuma said with a smile, "When I visited last time, Uncle Mori was not available, so this time I came here specifically to express my gratitude."

"If you hadn't taken me to the hospital in time that day, I'm afraid I would have been in danger."

He glanced at the table that Ran Mouri had pounded into a warped shape and said, "I don't know if you have any plans for the future. If it's convenient, how about I treat you to lunch as a token of my gratitude?"

Anyway, where there is death, there may be spirits. It's just a meal; he won't lose out.

"That's so kind of you," Ran Mouri said before Conan and the other person could speak. "Besides, we were planning to visit the medieval art museum."

The art museum in the early part of the story?

The words "Murder at the Art Museum" popped into Kazuma Kudo's mind.

go with!

Of course we'll go together!

He immediately gave a polite smile and said, "Isn't that perfect? ​​After lunch, we'll have plenty of energy to explore the art museum."

So, thanks to Kazuma Kudo's hospitality and Ran Mouri's enthusiasm for visiting art museums, the four of them had lunch outside and then went to visit an art museum together.

On his way to the art museum, Kazuma Kudo received a message from Gin.

[Hurry up, there's a new mission – Gin]

Kudo Kazuma rolled his eyes and replied to the message with a speechless expression.

[It's only the sixth day, there's still one day left. Don't rush me, or I'll kill you with pressure—Danpo]

Upon receiving the message, Gin gripped his Beretta tightly, his entire body radiating a chill that seemed to freeze several people to death.

Vodka, the only one beside him, trembled: "B-Big Brother? What did Danpo do this time?"

Gin took a few deep breaths before speaking.

"First, take the blood samples of these three people and compare them with Danpo's. We'll figure out a way to get Hattori Heiji's blood sample later."

"That Danpo..."

"drive!"

"Um...yes..."

Seeing that Gin hadn't replied for a while, Kazuma Kudo stopped paying attention to his phone and went into the medieval art museum with the Mori family.

People say that art is something you can't understand, and Kazuma Kudo wholeheartedly agrees with this.

He couldn't understand most of the works in this museum, at least not at all.

Not only him, but Conan and Kogoro Mouri also seemed uninterested.

Only Ran Mouri was at the "front line," enthusiastically admiring the things the three of them couldn't understand.

Kazuma Kudo, with one hand in his pocket and the other supporting his chin, watched with great interest as Kogoro Mouri and Conan's actions and expressions were remarkably identical.

Isn't this more like a father and son than the unlucky guy and his own dad?

It's a pity that Japanese cell phones make a sound when taking pictures, otherwise I would definitely have secretly taken a picture of him, so I could see what kind of expression my dad would have when he finds out his son has become someone else's.

Kudo Kazuma was pondering whether or not to get a hidden camera from Akai Shuichi when he suddenly heard an old man's exclamation.

Um! ?

dead?

So fast?

But he didn't sense any spirits nearby...

Looking in the direction of the sound, he found an old man with a look of shock and anger next to Ran Mouri.

That gray hair, that long beard...

It's you!

The museum director!

Wearing armor weighing dozens of kilograms, Ochiai, the swordsman, can still lift a middle-aged fat man with one hand!

The curator, completely ignoring the strange looks from others, roared, "Kubota! What are you doing! How many times have I told you to wear gloves when handling artwork? Where did you even begin to remember that?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The other party's reply was very perfunctory.

The curator reluctantly dismissed him, saying, "Don't bother doing it anymore, let Iijima do it."

"Just like usual, there are hardly any people here."

A middle-aged man with a mustache looked around at the people in the art museum and spoke to the curator in a sarcastic tone.

"There are only ten days left before this place closes down. I think you'd better hurry up and pack up all that rusty junk so you can make room for my restaurant."

Ran Mouri frowned with concern and asked, "Is this art museum going to close?"

Director Ochiai sighed deeply: "Yes, because the company went bankrupt, the previous owner sold this place to the new owner, Manaka..."

Kudo Kazuma raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

That former boss was really unreliable. If he had just stayed a few more days, this place could have been sold to the organization.

That way, he won't have to be constantly pressured by Gin to do missions.

Why not just let the task be more reasonable and complete it yourself?

and many more!

His eyes suddenly lit up.

That guy, Masaka, is about to be picked up and stabbed to death by Ochiai Kensei with one hand.

Director Ochiai will be sent to prison by his unlucky older brother for murder.

and so……

No one would want to buy a building whose former owner went bankrupt, whose current owner was murdered, and whose managers are now murderers, right?

Hey~ This task is really sensible, it can complete itself!

Feeling much better, Kazuma Kudo found all the strangely styled artworks much more endearing and ended up following Ran Mouri around the entire museum except for the Hell section.

As the sun began to set, sunlight streamed obliquely through the windows, scattering golden patches across the art museum.

"I'm exhausted, let's go home..."

"I'm so hungry, let's go home and eat..."

Kogoro Mouri and Conan collapsed into their seats in unison, looking utterly exhausted and utterly dejected, refusing to go shopping any further.

"How pathetic! You can't even walk a few laps." Ran Mouri pointed to Kazuma Kudo, who was full of energy next to her. "Look at Edogawa-kun, he's nothing like you guys."

Kudo Kazuma tilted his head and pointed in the direction of the Hell Pavilion: "The 'No Entry' sign has been removed. Would you like to go in and take a look, Miss Mori?"

Most importantly, his spirit is already waiting inside!

Ran Mouri nodded and smiled at him, "Edogawa-kun, you don't need to be so polite. Just call me Ran."

"Xiao Lan, you don't need to be so polite. Just call me Yi Zhen."

Anyway, if she and her unlucky brother end up together in the future, she'll still call him by his own name...

Conan, who was originally sprawled out with Kogoro Mouri, shouting and fussing about wanting to go home, suddenly sat up when he saw the two of them chatting and laughing.

His short legs darted around and he reached Ran's side, grabbing her hand and using his back to separate Kudo Kazuma from Ran.

"Sister Xiaolan, I've rested enough, let's go together!"

Kudo Kazuma glared at his unlucky older brother, who had forgotten his brother for the sake of a pretty face, before turning to ask Kogoro Mouri, "Uncle Mouri, would you like to rest here?"

Before Kogoro Mouri could even nod, Ran glared at him and threatened, "If you rest here, you'll have to take care of your own dinner, okay?"

Kogoro Mouri had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and follow along.