Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

T_T Sometimes I didn’t mean it that way, but Sakura and Tomoyo were so cute and so unfair that I couldn’t help but think in the wrong way.

What a sin!

"The Youth Art Exhibition Hall is also called the Sky Exhibition Hall. Next to it is the Earth Exhibition Hall, and over there is the Flower Exhibition Hall. If you are interested, you can go there and take a look, but don't go too far, and be sure to go in groups."

Yoshiyuki Terada once again gave instructions to the students in his class.

Everyone nodded slightly, then dispersed, looking for their friends and began to admire these works of art.

"Changsheng, what do you want to draw?"

At this time, Xiaolan also pulled Conan towards Wang Changsheng and the others, and Uncle Maori naturally followed happily beside them.

He also wanted to show off his artistic accomplishments in front of these three children.

Thinking of this, Uncle Maori walked to a statue.

"Why don't I choose one for you?" Uncle Maori looked at the statue, touching his chin with one hand, and his expression looked a little unfathomable.

"How about this one?" Uncle Maori pointed at the statue he'd chosen and hissed, "I think this one's pretty good. First of all, look at it. The colors are bright, and look at the shape. It should be a monkey... and it has wings. Not bad, not bad. Very imaginative."

Wang Changsheng: "..."

Sakura: "..."

Tomoyo: “…”

Conan: "..."

Xiaolan: "..."

Because they have disbanded now, Wang Changsheng, Sakura and others can stand directly with Conan and the others.

They looked at Uncle Maori, who pretended to know everything, with blank expressions on their faces.

Xiaolan glanced at the explanation desk next to the statue, and then explained to her father speechlessly: "That's not a monkey, it's an angel, an angel, Dad!"

"Eh?" Uncle Maori was racking his brains to comment on the work of art in front of him, so that these children would look at him with admiration and go back to talk about it with their elders.

Then, he heard his unfortunate daughter directly deny everything he said. He couldn't help but frown: "How is this possible? This person is covered in hair, how can he be an angel?"

"Just look at this guide stand for yourself!" Xiaolan was helpless. She turned around and laughed at Wang Changsheng and the other children who seemed equally speechless. "Well, excuse me, go choose the artwork you want to depict. Don't listen to my dad's nonsense. I'm so sorry."

Conan was also hiding behind Xiaolan, and twitched his lips from a perspective that the two adults couldn't see.

"This Uncle Maori is such a disgrace!" Conan thought to himself, and then glanced at Xiaoying, Wang Changsheng and the others. "What kind of status does he have? Whether he is from a big family or a big organization, he must have studied art since childhood, right? Uncle Maori is embarrassing himself. He even misidentified what this statue is, and there is a special annotation next to it... Sigh!"

Although Conan wanted to say that he didn't know this uncle Maori Kogoro at all, he laughed innocently for Ran's sake. "Well, actually, I think this statue has so much hair on it, it really looks like a monkey. And I also read in a book that in a very, very ancient myth, there were winged monkeys on that ancient continent in the East. Maybe this sculpture was inspired by that myth."

Hearing Conan's words, Uncle Maori, whose old face had originally turned red, suddenly brightened up and shouted, "Right, right, that's exactly what I meant. I've also seen this myth, so I just said that. As for the annotation next to it, I'm afraid it wasn't written by the sculptor himself, but was written by someone else. He definitely didn't know about this myth!"

As he spoke, Uncle Maori muttered, "Besides, this is a youth art exhibition hall. How could those little kids write such detailed annotations? Do they really know what their artwork is?"

Wang Changsheng and Conan glanced at Uncle Maori at the same time.

One was thinking, what kind of monkey with wings? Why didn't he remember such a legendary creature in China?

Even if there really is one, Uncle Maori doesn't know when to stop and still climbs up holding the pole. I really doubt whether he really discovered it even though Conan gave him anesthetics every day.

The other one was thinking, this is just something he suddenly thought of, and he said it casually, the steps have been given, why doesn't Uncle Maori go down, but instead goes up?

"So there is such a story?" Xiaolan and Sakura seemed very interested in Conan's statement.

"Then I'll draw this." Sakura turned around and said to Tomoyo and Wang Changsheng.

Hearing Sakura say this, Tomoyo couldn't help but blink twice and looked at Sakura, "Can we draw together? I really want to draw with Sakura."

(.?.)

As Chise was speaking, her purple eyes suddenly seemed to turn into two peach hearts, beating rapidly.

"Of course you can. The teacher also said it's best to draw together in a team." Xiaoying nodded and asked Wang Changsheng, "Xiao Wang, do you want to draw this too?"

Wang Changsheng was still wondering if Director Ochiai would take action right away, so he shook his head. "I'd like to go to the Hell exhibition hall and take a look. This angel monkey... you guys should draw it. I'll go take a look around. If there's nothing else you want to draw, I'll just draw this one."

Hearing this, Sakura was about to nod, but suddenly she thought of something and was stunned.

"Xiao Wang, didn't Naoko and the others say in the car that the knight armor that seems to be able to move on its own is in that hell exhibition hall? Are you going there?" There was some worry in Sakura's eyes.

"Don't worry, that can't be true." Wang Changsheng shook his head affirmatively.

While the two were talking, Conan narrowed his eyes and did not interrupt them.

However, he was very keenly aware of one thing in his heart.

Although he also thought that the Ghost Knight was just nonsense, looking at Wang Changsheng's confident tone, it seemed as if he knew some inside information.

This is a little strange.

Logically speaking, Wang Changsheng and the others are just children. Even if they have a huge family or force behind them, they should be curious or afraid of these mysterious things, just like the girl named Xiaoying.

Although this was just Conan's idea, he knew that his intuition was very accurate.

Conan also saw how handsome their class teacher was just now.

This is definitely not an ordinary person who grew up step by step and passed the exam to become a teacher.

He might also be part of some powerful faction.

In such a situation, Conan had to think more.

Wang Changsheng may have some relationship with his homeroom teacher named Terada Yoshiyuki.

Based on this point, could it be that they came here in a group for a certain purpose?

such as……

Conan narrowed his eyes, then suddenly stood up and chuckled at Wang Changsheng as he was about to leave: "Little Wang, I just heard the curator say that the Hell Exhibition Hall is temporarily closed to the public. How are you going to get in? Is there something that requires you to go there? And you're going alone? Didn't the teacher just say that it's best to act in a group?"

Wang Changsheng, who was stopped, turned around and glanced at this smart guy.

He didn't answer, but just smiled slightly: "Just now, when you talked about that mythological story, Conan, I was a little confused. Even I, a Chinese, have never heard of such legendary creatures. You have read so many books at such a young age. You are really amazing and smart."

"Yes."

After hearing Wang Changsheng's words, Xiaolan and Uncle Maori also looked at Conan: "I don't think there are any books on mythology at home, right? Where did you read it?"

Conan: "O?o..."

"I..." Conan was stunned for a moment, then he touched his head with one hand. His original feeling towards Wang Changsheng disappeared instantly, and he turned back into the innocent and cute little boy. "Ahahaha~ I only found out about this when I was in school, reading the books brought by my classmates..."

"So that's how it is." Xiaolan nodded, seeming to be quite convinced by Conan's statement.

After all, children nowadays are very interested in strange stories. It is understandable that they occasionally buy a few books that happen to record that this winged monkey is a mythical creature.

But then she set her eyes on Wang Changsheng again: "Little Changsheng, Conan is right. The Hell Exhibition Hall is indeed temporarily closed. There is even a no-entry sign hanging on it. You'd better not go there."

Xiaolan had known from the newspaper that some kind of ghost knight had appeared in this exhibition hall. Of course, she also thought it was impossible. However, although it would not be a real ghost, there should be some strange or different things.

Otherwise, the patrolmen wouldn't have seen it.

Of course, what the boss Zhen Zhong, who just rushed in arrogantly and looked short and round like a big winter melon, said seemed to make some sense.

Originally, she didn't know that the art gallery had been sold. Now that she knows, she has to think deeply about what exactly happened to this eye-catching thing.

The emergence of phenomena must be accompanied by some purpose.

This is what Shinichi always said in his ear.

As a result, Xiaolan also had some opinions of her own about things.

She would also think about some things more on her own.

"Is that so? I didn't notice it. If that's the case, then I won't go." Wang Changsheng nodded, as if he had just learned about this matter. "Then I'll just take a look around. Maybe there's a piece of art I like."

He smiled and then said goodbye to Sakura, Ran and the others.

Conan's eyes rolled, and after Wang Changsheng walked away, he suddenly grabbed Xiaolan's hand.

"No, no, Sister Xiaolan, my stomach hurts so much, I want to go to the toilet."

"Ah?" Hearing Conan's call, Xiaolan quickly lowered her head, "Then I'll take you there."

"No, no." Conan let go of Xiaolan's hand and shook his head repeatedly, "I can go by myself."

After saying that, he disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, wait a minute, be careful!" Xiaolan failed to grab Conan's hand and let him run away.

She was about to run after him when Uncle Maori stopped her: "Alright, alright, he's not a kid anymore. He just went to the bathroom. What could possibly happen? There are so many people here. If you have time, you might as well take care of these two girls. Aren't they your friends too?"

"This..." Xiaolan looked at the direction Conan left with some concern.

"It's okay, Sister Xiaolan, if you want to catch up with Brother Conan, just go ahead. We'll just paint here and won't go anywhere. Don't worry about us." Tomoyo and Sakura looked at each other, and then said sweetly.

Xiaolan paused and shook her head. "Forget it, let him go by himself."

Conan ran very fast and his figure could no longer be seen.

Even if she chased after him now, she might not be able to find him.

After Wang Changsheng left, he didn't pay attention to what was happening behind him.

As he was walking around, he suddenly saw a strange painting in the Earth Exhibition Hall next to the Sky Exhibition Hall.

The scene depicted in the painting is very strange.

Inside is an island.

However, on the coastline where the island meets the ocean, there is a piano burning in flames. The blazing fire contains the painter's deep emotional sustenance. The spirit of burning everything together makes people clearly feel a momentum of moving forward and dying together.

"Hmm? This painting..."

For some reason, Wang Changsheng only saw the painting at a glance, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he had seen the scene in the painting somewhere.

Taking a few steps forward, Wang Changsheng approached the painting and saw the signature of the painting in the lower right corner of the frame.

This made him freeze in place.

"Death Song in the Moonlight?"

Wang Changsheng hurriedly continued to look down.

Aso...

Come true?

This name...

So familiar!

Wang Changsheng frowned, and these names flashed through his mind.

"The shadow of the moon, the burning piano on the shore, the hemp seed..."

This is not...

Chapter 184 Conan: Is this guy Wang Changsheng my nemesis?

Moon Shadow Island Murder Case!

In a flash, a name popped up in Wang Changsheng's memory.

"Mase-san...isn't that Asai-san?"

He looked at the painting of the piano burning on the coast. Although the title of the painting was "Song of Death in the Moonlight", didn't it imply that this place was Moonlight Island?

The Moon Shadow Island Murder Case, also known as—

The Moonlight Murder Case.

"No wonder it looks so familiar. It turns out to be this." Wang Changsheng couldn't help but touch his chin. "But why did Chengshi also paint such a picture? And it's hanging here."

Wang Changsheng, who has watched the anime, thinks that Asai Narimi, or Asai Narimi, is a pitiful and tragic character.

Even for Conan, Cheng Shi is probably a big pain point in his detective career.

"Before I leave, I need to ask Director Ochiai how this painting came about."

Having made up his mind, Wang Changsheng was just about to leave.

But suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Brother Xiao Wang, what are you looking at?"

The little brat Conan suddenly appeared behind Wang Changsheng at some point.