Model worker and his little darling

Conan's eyes widened: "This composition is from that painting—Divine Punishment."

"I'm afraid they used this method of murder to imitate that painting."

"But the prisoner is very bold. If people see him dressed like that, it will cause a commotion."

Xiaolan said "Oh," and then added, "So there was a 'No Entry' sign in the passageway leading to the murder room. It must have been around four o'clock, and the sign disappeared after five."

Hirai yawned and smiled at Director Ochiai: "Since the murderer was wearing armor, the armor should be covered with his fingerprints. Unless he wore gloves when he committed the crime, the ghost story about the moving armor in the museum has been around for a long time. It's impossible that he wore gloves every time he wore the armor."

“Even if other visitors touched the armor, their fingerprints would only be on the outside. I think forensic experts would be able to find them.”

Inspector Megure's eyes lit up when he heard what Hirakiyo said, and he immediately ordered the forensic investigators to get to work.

Director Ochiai looked at Hirakiyo with eyes full of admiration.

"The young man is right. If we're going to check fingerprints, I think the most common fingerprints on the fingerprints are mine."

Everyone was shocked.

"So, you killed Mr. Manaka?"

Director Ochiai's aged voice slowly rang out: "Perhaps you will think it is foolish, but all of this is to get rid of Boss Manaka. Because he is too selfish and wants to destroy this sacred art museum, I must get rid of that devil. He will never be able to take away the artworks that I cherish like my own children from my hands."

"Although the demon was killed by the righteous knight, the knight was also baptized by the evil blood, which means that he himself was also corrupted by the demon. No matter what, I am a murderer, and now I have become the incarnation of the demon."

The curator's desolate laughter echoed through the art museum.

Ping Qing admired the old man greatly. He admitted his crime, did not make excuses for his actions, and faced the consequences with composure, which was very charismatic.

"curator……"

"Director Ochiai, if we're just talking about fingerprints, you could easily say that you appreciate armor regularly, so your fingerprints are understandable." Uncle Mori asked the question that many people had been wondering about.

"Young people have pure hearts and clear eyes, and they can see through all illusions. Once something is done, it will leave evidence. I think it's only a matter of time before the method is exposed."

Ping Qing blinked. Was this referring to him? But his heart was incredibly black.

As Director Ochiai was being led away, he gave a slight nod to Hirakiyo.

On the way home, Conan asked curiously, "Hirakiyo-nii, how did you figure out that Director Ochiai was the culprit?"

"Just feel it."

"Then why don't you explain his methods of solving cases? That's the correct procedure for solving cases."

Ping Qing was speechless. "That's what the police are supposed to do. We're just helping out. The Metropolitan Police Department doesn't pay us. If we do all the police's work, what's the point of having them?"

"That's not how it's said, as a detective..."

……

Sometimes dreams do come true.

The next morning, Pingqing was dragged out of bed by the uncle, who said that what they had recently encountered was too bloody, and he would take them out to see the scenery and relax.

Heiji had no choice but to get into Uncle Mori's car, still looking sleepy. To be honest, Uncle Mori's driving skills were pretty good.

"Pingqing, did you not sleep well last night?" Xiaolan asked, noticing Pingqing's constant yawning.

Pingqing rubbed his eyes: "Xiaolan, you don't understand. Young people like us can't sleep at night and can't wake up in the morning. Japanese bodies live American lifestyles."

"Brother Pingqing, you'll die suddenly if you keep going like this."

Conan uses the cutest voice to say the harshest things.

Heh, he's just getting revenge. Who told Pingqing to keep showing off next to Xiaolan yesterday?

Pingqing pinched Conan's cheek hard. "Don't worry, I'm perfectly healthy."

Damn it! Death himself actually cursed him.

Gin worked so hard and nothing happened, so he'll be fine too.

He's a man with cheat codes.

The two bickered and argued all the way until they finally arrived at the place Uncle Mori had mentioned.

Uncle Mori stood under the tree where petals were fluttering, his face full of rapture.

Pingqing looked at the cherry blossoms covering the mountain. A gentle breeze blew by, and the petals slowly fell down, like fairies dancing in the air. The fragrance of the flowers also spread. He reached out to catch the petals that were carried by the wind, and a happy smile appeared on his lips.

"Click——"

"Pingqing, over here."

Upon hearing this, Pingqing turned to look at Xiaolan.

"Slap—"

Xiaolan handed the camera to Pingqing.

"These two photos are so beautiful. My photography skills are pretty good, right, Brother Pingqing?"

Pingqing nodded. The first picture was a profile shot of him standing under a cherry blossom tree, his head slightly raised, looking like a fairy, exuding a sense of tranquility. If he had long hair, he would look even more like her.

The second picture shows a confused child, who is kind of cute.

Although he doesn't really like taking photos, these two pictures are quite nice, and he likes them very much.

Pingqing took the camera. "Here, Xiaolan, let me take a picture for you."

After carefully finding the right spot and lighting, I directed Xiaolan to pose, and after a series of actions, I captured Xiaolan as an angel descended to earth.

"Wow, Pingqing-ge, you took such a good picture of me!"

Conan was also jumping around trying to see the photos. He had stood next to Ran many times, but Hirai wouldn't take any pictures of him.

Seeing Conan jumping around, she put him in Ran's arms and said, "Come on, let me take a picture of you two together."

Conan looked at the photo with Ran with satisfaction. "That guy, Hirai, took a pretty good picture."

Pingqing whispered in Conan's ear, "I'm a magnanimous adult, I didn't hold a grudge against some brat for cursing me."

Conan immediately hugged Pingqing's leg and said sweetly, "Pingqing-nii, you're the best. I like you the most. I'll never say anything like that again."

The four of them ran around the mountain, and the uncle took enough photos before finally deciding to head back home.

Conan leaned against Hirai and dozed off, while Ran looked through the photos they had just taken.

Suddenly, the car jolted a few times and then stopped.

Uncle Mori got out of the car and checked around, his face contorted in pain: "The tire is flat, and there's no spare tire in the car."

"What should we do? Call a towing company?"

As if things weren't going to go wrong, it started raining.

Uncle Mori leaned against the car and sighed, "We're doomed. Looks like we'll have to make do in the car for the night."

Pingqing glanced around; there was no village or shop in sight. It seemed their luck had been used up while viewing the cherry blossoms, and what followed was only bad luck brought by death.

Just then, Conan emerged from the bushes and pointed to a path: "Uncle, I found a temple not far ahead. Let's go and stay the night."

Upon hearing this, Ran pulled Conan along and said, "Let's go take a look."

After walking along the mountain path for a while, a simple little temple appeared in front of them.

Pingqing looked at the words "Shanni Temple" and his lips twitched. He had just been thinking about finding a place to pray yesterday, and now he had actually arrived at a temple.

Upon entering the temple, one can see that there are indeed signs of human habitation.

The group looked around and asked, "Is anyone home?"

Pingqing noticed a suspicious-looking old monk following behind him and intended to scare him, but the monk spoke in a sinister tone: "What do you want?"