Model worker and his little darling

——Mouri Detective Agency——

Uncle Mori and Kiyomasa Taira were drinking while watching a drama starring Yoko Okino.

Regarding this drama, Guang Pingqing has watched it three times already, and he can even recite some of the lines.

When Xiaolan got home, she saw a table full of wine bottles.

"Dad, why are you drinking with Pingqing again? Conan, why didn't you stop him?"

Conan put down his mystery novel; there was nothing he could do to stop him.

Uncle Mori waved his hand: "What does it matter? We've got nothing to do, what's wrong with having a drink?"

Pingqing helped Xiaolan start tidying up the house.

"Oh, right, Dad, let's go check out a haunted medieval art museum. It's perfect since everyone's free."

Ping Qing's ears twitched. An art museum? Haunted?

Holy crap! No way.

Another childhood trauma!!

Has he been haunted by something unclean lately?

Hmm, should we go find a temple to pray?

Conan asked curiously, "Haunted? Ran-neechan, how did you know?"

"I heard it was two security guards who saw it. The news has already spread around the neighborhood. It seems quite interesting, so let's go take a look."

Uncle Mori and Conan were both stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"This must be a story the art museum made up to attract visitors. How stupid of you."

"That's right, Sister Xiaolan, that rumor is just for fooling children."

Xiaolan looked at her father and the child who were mocking her, clenched her fist, and slammed it hard on the table, instantly creating a dent.

Pingqing looked at Xiaolan, whose fighting power was off the charts, and quietly moved a little further away.

Goodness, this famous scene truly lives up to its name. Uncle Mori probably used all his commission fee to buy a new table.

I wonder if opening a furniture store downstairs would make me rich.

Uncle Mori and Conan, who were about to leave, immediately stood up straight, looking terrified, when Ran punched them. When Ran asked them again, they quickly nodded.

It was clear that for a moment Uncle Mori regretted sending Ran to learn karate.

"Brother Pingqing, let's go quickly."

Pingqing nodded. Actually, he didn't really want to go, but seeing how excited Xiaolan was, he didn't want to spoil the fun.

Inside the art museum, Xiao Lan and Ping Qing admired various oil paintings with different styles, each with its own unique characteristics.

As a versatile talent, how could he lack artistic talent? Especially under Vermouth's tutelage over the years, he can still say a few words.

"This painting, 'Sunflowers,' was painted by Van Gogh in northern France. With brief brushstrokes, he rendered the yellow of the sunflowers to be extremely dazzling, each flower like a burning flame. The delicate petals and leaves spread across the canvas like flames, making the whole painting resemble a burning canvas, revealing the painter's fervent passion for life..."

"Wow~, Pingqing-ge, you know so much!"

Uncle Mori, who has absolutely no artistic talent, and Conan, with their hands in their pockets, followed behind the two in the same posture.

Conan kept staring at Hirai's back. This guy, all he does is show off in front of Ran.

He was internally screaming at Ping Qing's little figure, and although he had tried to engage in their conversation, he really didn't like it.

Ping Qing felt the death rays behind him. He had finally tormented Conan. What was the point of learning so much? It was just to show off at crucial moments.

However, he felt that the two were more like father and son.

Did the two families switch babies back then?

Sudden--

An elderly voice, filled with anger, said, "Kubota, what are you doing? How many times have I told you to wear gloves when handling artwork? How can you do this?"

Kubota put down his painting and looked at the person who had come in: "I'm sorry, Director Ochiai."

"As usual, there are very few people. In ten days, this place will be closed. I'll have to trouble you to take good care of these rusty pieces of scrap metal for a while."

Hearing Mr. Manaka's sarcastic words, Director Ochiai's already bad expression turned even worse. Looking at Mr. Manaka's back, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Ran looked at Director Ochiai with regret: "Is this art museum about to disappear?"

Director Ochiai said with a forlorn expression, "Yes, the previous owner had to sell the museum to Manaka because the company went bankrupt."

An employee nearby added, "The previous owner sold it to Mr. Manaka because he wanted to continue running the art museum. But not long after he bought it, that guy wanted to convert it into a restaurant."

Pingqing watched the show silently, and then carefully observed Director Ochiai for a while. This old man was amazing. Wearing armor weighing dozens or even hundreds of pounds and wielding a long sword, he managed to pin a grown man to the wall in mid-air.

He prefers to call himself the Ochiai Sword Saint.

After Director Ochiai and the others left, Hirai and the others continued to explore all the exhibition halls with Ran.

When we got to the Hell exhibit, we were stopped by a sign that said "No Entry".

Pingqing's eyes lit up. It seemed the curator was displaying his power inside. He wondered what to do if he wanted to go in and see the live version.

He glanced at Uncle Mori and Conan, who were already slumped in their chairs, and kept saying, "I'm so tired, so tired."

Conan had completely forgotten that he was Shinichi Kudo, and was lying on the chair, whining, "Ran-neechan, let's go home, I'm hungry~"

Xiao Lan glared at the two of them angrily: "You guys are really terrible. You can't even handle a few laps. Look at Ping Qing, he's not like you guys."

Pingqing really wanted to say that visiting the exhibition hall was really tiring.

But since he's started showing off, he's going to keep doing it.

Suddenly, Xiaolan noticed that the "No Entry" sign had been removed.

When Xiaolan mentioned wanting to visit the last exhibition hall, even Uncle Mori started to get angry.

Xiao Lan simply said, "You can go back first, but you'll have to cook dinner yourselves," before turning and walking into the exhibition hall.

The two men, who would be useless without Xiaolan, had no choice but to grit their teeth and keep up with her.

As soon as Pingqing entered, he saw the man in charge of the business, Manaka, whose throat had been slit by a sword. Blood dripped, dripped.

Tsk, that's really pathetic.

Seeing that Pingqing was standing still, Conan ran over and gasped in shock.

"Uncle, call the police quickly! Boss Zhenzhong has been murdered."

Putting aside his case-handling skills, Inspector Megure's response time was absolutely top-notch; in no time at all, Inspector Megure walked in with his men.

Seeing a familiar face again, Inspector Megure gritted his teeth and said, "What, it's you again?"

Uncle Mori saluted. "Yes, of course no one touched the body."

Inspector Megure turned around and saw Hirai and Conan standing next to the corpse, and pulled the two apart.

“Hey, Brother Taira, what are you doing here! I think you should stay away from that plague, Brother Mori. Wherever he is, there will always be murders.”

Ping Qing's lips twitched. Actually, the most important thing is the Grim Reaper in your hand.

Uncle Mori looked unhappy after hearing what Inspector Megure said.

"Officer, you can't say that. Actually, it's all the wronged spirits of the deceased calling out to me, asking me to seek justice for them."

Inspector Megure ignored Uncle Mori's nonsense and went straight to asking the curator if he had seen the criminal.

Heiji patted Inspector Megure on the shoulder: "Officer, there are surveillance cameras over there. They should have captured the culprit."

I don't know what the background of this art museum is, but it actually has a camera that is extremely rare in the world of science fiction.

Uncle Mori found a stool, sat down, and started his rant: "The prisoner is such an idiot, he didn't even know he was being filmed."

In the scene, Boss Manaka stands in front of the armor, glancing at his watch every now and then, clearly waiting for someone.

Suddenly, the armor moved, and a stylish combo killed Boss Shinjū.