Zongman: This friendly communication system is too friendly

It is true that evil people should be punished, but they should also be punished according to the law. If you take action against evil people, what is the difference between you and the evil people?

Conan has always felt that this kind of revenge will only put him in a more difficult situation. Whether in terms of social status or simply for his own soul, it is a great test.

That would bring a good man to the abyss!

Conan doesn't want to see this happen, so he has been using the law to protect the rights of victims.

Because for others, only the law can be considered absolutely fair and just.

If you feel the law is not fair enough, then nothing else will be fair.

Most people in the world are disadvantaged.

Without laws, wouldn’t the world be in chaos?

The victims are always ordinary people.

Even based on this, Conan will definitely uphold the law to the end.

This has nothing to do with whether people are good or bad, and what people do is not black or white. Even the law will be considered on a case-by-case basis.

But if you do it wrong, you have to pay the price.

Conan glared at Wang Changsheng: "No matter how bad Boss Zhenzhong is, he should be judged by the judge!"

Wang Changsheng also looked at Conan, but was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The two just stared at each other.

To be honest, in Wang Changsheng's view, although the law represents fairness for the general public and justice for ordinary people, but...

The law sometimes gets it wrong.

Moreover, things that can be dealt with by law have already reached people's bottom line.

Before the law can be implemented, victims will inevitably suffer. Even if the law punishes the perpetrators, the harm suffered by the victims cannot be avoided.

The matter here is very complicated, and Wang Changsheng doesn't want to argue with Conan about it.

"Hey, Conan, have you been watching too many detective movies? You have so many stories to tell. How could a child be so smart? You seem to be only a few years younger than us, right? I'm going to praise you to Uncle Maori later~"

"Well???"

How can you still call parents when you can't explain it?

"No, thank you, I just like watching detective movies..." Conan waved his hands repeatedly.

Wang Changsheng ignored him.

He was just about to punch Conan, but at this moment, the door of the reception room suddenly opened and Director Ochiai rushed in.

"Oh no! The art gallery has been vandalized!"

"Nani?!"

Wang Changsheng, Xiaoying and others were shocked.

Chapter 203 Conan: If I die, is that called premature death? No, it's called premature death!

"Something happened at the art museum?"

Sakura seemed a little at a loss and her eyes fell on Wang Changsheng and Chishi.

One of them had a frown on his face, while the other looked at Director Ochiai who was running over.

Conan, who was standing next to the three of them, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Something happened in the art museum. Why did the director rush over to find these three children?

Conan kept looking back and forth between the two parties.

"Hmph, I told you that you were related, but you refused to admit it. Now something has happened in the art museum, and it seems to be no small matter. At this point, can you still pretend? I wonder if you will admit it or not!" Conan gritted his teeth secretly.

"Grandpa Director, what happened in the art museum?"

Compared to Xiaoying's panic, although Wang Changsheng was also shocked by the news, his thoughts instinctively connected this matter with the dark forces that he had encountered several times before.

So he didn't speak at first, but frowned and thought.

After all, it was Tomoyo who asked her family to buy the art museum. If something happened to the art museum, even though Tomoyo knew that her family would never blame her, she would still feel uncomfortable.

He had just promised Director Ochiai and his granddaughter Xiaoyou that he would take good care of the art museum and restore its glory, but the art museum was destroyed the next moment.

Wang Changsheng thought that it was some forces hiding in the dark who took action, while Zhishi was considering whether it was some organization hostile to his family.

After all, their Daidoji family is now very wealthy, so it is inevitable that there will be some villains who are dissatisfied with it.

Knowing that an open approach won't work, I resort to these sneaky and sinister methods.

It's really shameful.

At the same time, it also disturbs people's leisure.

"Because I had to go to the police station to take a statement this morning, and the museum hasn't had a lot of visitors lately, I simply closed the museum this morning." Director Ochiai looked a little anxious and explained hurriedly.

He was still a bit modest. The museum's visitor flow was definitely not good enough.

There are hardly any human hairs there.

Therefore, closing the museum directly in the morning is also a good choice. It wastes time and does not make money. No one comes to visit and no sentiment can be sold.

"and then?"

Wang Changsheng knew that after Director Ochiai had said this, there might be a turning point, so he asked directly.

"Then..." Director Ochiai frowned deeply. "Yesterday, Xiaoyou, my granddaughter, said she wanted to pick up a painting from the exhibition. I told her to go get it today, but she has to wait until I get back. After all, the art museum is no longer mine. Even if that painting was previously deposited by my family, she has to let you know before she takes it back."

"I originally wanted to tell you after this morning's events were over. It would be best if we could go to the art museum together and watch Xiaoyou take the painting away.

But I don't know what happened to this girl today. I felt that something was wrong with her this morning. Then she suddenly called me and said that she went to the art museum in the morning and found that some of the venues in the museum were damaged, and it seemed that the damage was very serious.

But she couldn't explain it clearly. I'm very worried. I've just asked Detective Maori to go to the art gallery first, and a police officer has also gone there. Now I'm here to pick you up, let's go quickly!"

Director Ochiai explained the whole story in one breath, but he didn't know what had happened to the art museum.

After returning home yesterday, he still hasn't been to the art museum.

The art museum has been vandalized, so are there any dangerous elements hiding inside?

Will Xiaoyou encounter any danger there?

Even Director Ochiai doesn't know.

He was very anxious, but he did not lose his mind. He did not run back in a hurry. Instead, he asked the detective named Mao Li and the police to go there first, and then he told Wang Changsheng and others about this matter.

After returning yesterday, Tomoyo bought the art museum. He knew that the power behind these three kids was definitely very strong. With these three children around, Director Ochiai would be more confident.

Besides, this art museum now belongs to Tomoyo, and now that it has been destroyed, he should tell Tomoyo no matter what.

"Have Sister Xiaolan and Uncle Maori already gone there?" Conan frowned, immediately stood up, walked up to the curator, and looked up at him.

“The vandalism of the art gallery probably did not happen during the day, because people would pass by on their way to and from get off work in the evening or early morning.

Since you said that the exhibition hall in the art museum was severely damaged, the noise must have been quite loud. If it happened at any other time, it would have been discovered. Therefore, the destruction of the art museum probably happened when everyone was asleep, that is, in the early hours of the morning.

Although this art gallery is run-down, there should be someone patrolling it even at night. Have you contacted that person? Did he say anything?

Conan looked at Director Ochiai, who was panicking but still had some rationality, and babble a lot.

"patrol……"

After being reminded by Conan, Director Ochiai also remembered this matter.

Just now, because he was too worried about the safety of his granddaughter, he quickly let Kogoro Mori and the others go over.

He had forgotten this.

"I'll call him now!" Director Ochiai said as he was about to take out his cell phone.

Wang Changsheng walked up to him, grabbed the director's hand, and then pulled him out.

"You can call me on the way, we need to hurry over now."

"Yes, yes, that's right! Go first, go first!" Director Ochiai nodded repeatedly.

He lives close to the art museum, but a bit far from the Metropolitan Police Department, so he drove here this morning and now he is going back with a group of children.

Uncle Maori, Xiaolan and others went there in a police car.

On the way, Director Ochiai dialed the number of the patrolman while driving.

The other party does not have his own mobile phone.

After all, mobile phones were not particularly popular at the time, and buying one was very expensive, something a security guard in a run-down art museum could not afford.

But he should be sleeping at home now, so he naturally has a landline at home.

"beep--"

"beep--"

"Hello? Hello, who is this? This is the Honda family."

It took a while before the call was connected. A drowsy voice came from the other end, as if the person had just woken up, but the tone was still very polite.

"It's me, Ochiai."

"Master Director?"

After hearing Ochiai's voice, the voice on the other end of the phone became noticeably more sober. Conan could even tell that the other party seemed a little nervous.

This made him squint his eyes.

"Last night you..."

Director Ochiai was about to ask if he had noticed anything unusual during his patrol last night, but Conan, who was sitting in the passenger seat next to him, gently tugged at his clothes and whispered, "Ask him if he was on patrol."

"Huh?" The curator behind was stunned and glanced through the rearview mirror at the expressions of Wang Changsheng, Zhishi and the other two sitting in the back row.

Only after Wang Changsheng and Zhishi nodded did he change his words.

"Did you go on patrol last night?"

When he said this, his tone was very serious.

He was in a bad mood just now, and he had to devote his energy to driving, so for a moment he didn't notice the panic that Honda showed after hearing his voice.

But now that he came to his senses, he also realized this.

Under his serious and even harsh questioning, Honda immediately became completely panicked.

"I'm sorry, Director. What happened in the museum yesterday made me afraid to go there again at night. I wanted to find an opportunity to tell you about this today..."

Hearing Honda's voice, Director Ochiai's brows suddenly furrowed. His already old face was now even more wrinkled, and all of them were squeezed together.

"You didn't go on patrol last night?!" Director Ochiai's voice suddenly became louder.

"Yes... yes..." Honda responded timidly on the other end of the phone.

"Baka!" Director Ochiai immediately scolded him, "Do you know that the art museum has been vandalized? Just wait!"

"What?! Wait..."

Honda wanted to say something, but Director Ochiai hung up the phone.

"This damn idiot! Damn it!" If he wasn't driving four children and his reason forced him to maintain his balance, Director Ochiai might have been so angry that he would have stepped on the accelerator and crashed into the back of the car in front.

"Director, don't worry. Let's go to the art museum and see what happened." Several people were talking and Sakura couldn't get a word in. But seeing that Director Ochiai was still angry, she still spoke out to comfort him.

Conan and Wang Changsheng on the side were also speechless about the people who patrolled last night, but they both pretended to comfort Director Ochiai in a very innocent voice.

Of course, they were also afraid that the old man was too old and might get so angry that he would collapse, which would be a disaster.

He is still driving the car.

Children can touch the softest part of people's hearts.

With two lovely girls like Sakura and Tomoyo around, Director Ochiai became even more worried about his granddaughters.

So he just cursed a few words and then started driving seriously, but the speed was obviously much higher.

Seeing this, Conan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to die young in a car accident without even seeing the murderer who turned him into this.

And is this what you call dying young?