Conan: The story that cats and wineries have to tell

"Shhhh

Conan felt a stirring of the backpack behind him, and quickly took the backpack into his arms and muttered quietly.

"Meow! (It's so stuffy!) I want to breathe!

Banxia tried her best to finally open the zipper of her backpack a little. There was no way, and when he followed Xiaolan and them to the entrance of the art museum, he realized that pets were not allowed here. He could only hide pitifully in his backpack.

As for why they are here, the reason is that Ran will hear from the garden that "medieval armor will move on its own at night" to Conan and Uncle Maori, and they are mercilessly ridiculed. was so angry that Xiaolan slammed her fist on the table. Looking at the seriously deformed, the two decided from their hearts that it was also a good choice to look at the art exhibition to cultivate their sentiments.

Conan hugged his backpack and looked helplessly at Xiao Lan, who was standing in front of the painting with an excited face and screaming, and couldn't help but sigh. What's the point of watching these, it's better to watch the Sherlock Holmes collection at home.

"Meow... (It's so boring, I always feel like it's not as good as I paint...)

Banxia squeezed out half of his head, looked at the oil painting hanging on the wall, and pursed his lips with some disdain, without any self-knowledge.

"You like it, don't you? Miss. An

old man with a long beard and eyebrows suddenly appeared, and his thick eyebrows made it impossible for Banxia to see his eyes clearly. But it wasn't his unique appearance that caught his attention, but the smell of wanting to kill that emanated from his body.

Banxia narrowed his eyes, looked at the old man curator who was talking happily with Xiaolan with his hands behind his back, and sniffled again. That's right, it came from him. It's just that an old man like him, who can't straighten his waist, wants to kill? Poisoning?

"Kuwada! What are you doing...... Ahem, ahem... Be sure to wear gloves when handling your work! I...... Ahem... How many times have you said it, and you have forgotten it, have you? The

curator angrily walked up to Kuwata, who was reprimanded, and looked impatiently at the man who was cleaning the statue not far away, "Iijima, I'm in trouble here." As for you, Kuwata! Go get me gloves! The

three Maori people standing on the side looked at Kuwada who gritted their teeth and left, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"As always, there's no one at all." A short and fat man in a suit led a few people through the gate with some schadenfreude.

"Boss Manaka." The curator turned his head to look at the short and fat man who had just entered the door, and his eyes were covered by his eyebrows.

"In ten days, this place will be closed, so I will ask you to take good care of it during this time..."Suddenly, Boss Manaka suddenly approached the curator, his voice full of mockery, "Take good care of these rusty broken copper and iron."

After speaking, he no longer paid attention to the others, but looked at the hall of the art museum with a smug face, "Mr. Designer, where are the design drawings?"

Standing behind the curator, Xiaolan, who took the backpack from Conan's hand, walked forward quickly, a little regretful, "Is this art museum about to disappear?"

"There's no way, the previous boss had no choice but to sell this museum to Mr. Manaka because the company went bankrupt." The curator shook his head and sighed.

Iijima, who had been sorting out the exhibits before, quietly approached the three of them, and after confirming that the boss of Manaka, who had walked in the distance, could not hear him before he spoke, "The previous boss sold it to him because Boss Manaka was willing to continue running the museum." As a result, not long after the guy bought it, he was going to turn it into a hotel. "

Ah, how can it be like this!" Xiaolan was a little angry, and subconsciously hugged the backpack in her arms.

"Meow! (Murder!)

Banxia tried her best, and finally poked her head out under Xiaolan's clamping and avoided the tragedy of being strangled.

"Meow? (What is Kid Conan watching?)

Banxia followed Conan's gaze and saw Kuwata, who was packing up his armor, and Manaka, who was talking to him who didn't know what to say.

"Meow! (I'll go, is this guy so sassy?) Throwing exhibits in front of the curator?

Banxia looked at the helmet that was slammed on the trolley by Wata, and subconsciously glanced at the curator beside Xiaolan. I saw him raise his eyebrows slightly, surprisingly not angry, but pulling Iijima and didn't know what he was talking about.

"This young lady, let you see the smile, I still have something to do, so I won't bother you to continue visiting." With that, the curator twisted his beard and led Iijima out of the hall.

"Meow! (Don't go!) Seeing that the curator was leaving, Banxia immediately jumped out of his backpack and followed him. He wanted to stop the old man from killing, after all, he didn't want to see anyone lose their lives if he could.

But what he didn't expect was that before he jumped out of the backpack, Xiaolan grabbed the back of his neck with his backhand and stuffed it back into the backpack, and the action was so fast that Banxia didn't have time to react.

"Shhhh

Xiaolan held the backpack in front of her and whispered, looking around a little weakly from time to time. But because she was moving so fast, no one noticed here.

"Well, since we're done with this exhibition hall, let's move on to the next exhibition hall." Xiaolan took out two small dried fish from her pocket and stuffed them into her backpack as a comfort, while holding the tour manual with her other hand and pointing to the aisle not far away, she said excitedly.

......

"Between the earth, between the sky, between the sea... Hey? Isn't there supposed to be an exhibition hall yet?

Xiaolan grabbed the manual and looked at the sign in the middle of the hallway with "No Entry" written on it.

"Okay, okay, just go around in a circle." Uncle Maori pursed his lips and turned away.

Time flies, and the sunset that is about to fall into the horizon ignites the clouds on the horizon, and the sunset dots the sky, like a bloody sunset dotted among the tall buildings.

Uncle Maori and Conan, who had been walking all afternoon, finally couldn't take it anymore and sat back to back on the stools they used to rest.

"No, Sister Xiaolan, I'm so tired..." Conan looked at the light bulb above his head with blank eyes, looking like he had been broken. Uncle Maori also complained with a dull look, "I'm so hungry..."

It's only been a few laps, and I can't stand it anymore. Xiaolan hugged her backpack and looked at the two of them with disgust.

"Meow (hey, hey, hey, where is this, this is the horror of not knowing how to go shopping with a woman.)

Banxia was half-lying comfortably in her backpack, revealing a hairy head, and looked at the two of them gloatingly.

"Huh? The no-entry sign has been removed? Xiaolan suddenly caught a glimpse of the sign that had just stopped in the corridor, and somehow it had been removed.

"It's all here, let's go to the last exhibition hall and have a look." Xiaolan turned around excitedly and looked at the two of them expectantly.

"Ahh

With his hands behind his back, he walked down the somewhat dimly lit hallway.

The two people behind him sat up and looked at each other, while recalling a previous tragic kitchen battle, swallowed their saliva, and scrambled to keep up with Xiaolan.

"As a super detective, how could I, Mori Kogoro, bear to let my good daughter visit the museum alone."

"Sister Xiaolan, I'm not tired, I also want to see the last exhibition hall."

Xiaolan smiled secretly and pushed open the door of the last exhibition hall.

"It's so dim," Xiaolan swallowed as she looked at the faint light in the exhibition hall.

"Because it's between hell."

Conan put his hands on the back of his head and looked at the exhibits around him with some curiosity. Not to mention, this exhibition hall is much more interesting than the previous ones, but the smell in the air is a little strange.

"Wow, that's a big picture." Xiaolan looked at the huge oil painting in front of her and let out an exclamation.

And Banxia, who was squatting in the backpack, didn't have time to pay attention to these, but quickly jumped out of the backpack and went straight to the backs of several people.

The pupils shrunk into a slit stared at the corpse of Boss Manaka who was nailed to the wall, and was a little suspicious of Maosheng. With this kind of strength, could it be that there is a second person with murderous intentions? This kind of thing, no matter how you look at it, isn't it the old man curator who can cough up his lungs did?

While trying to remember if he had encountered any other suspicious targets today, Banxia inhaled the calamity qi that had fallen on the ground into his body. At this moment, the three people standing in front of the oil painting also noticed the corpse behind them. In the dark exhibition hall, the corpse nailed to the wall and constantly dripping blood successfully frightened Xiaolan into screaming.

Soon, the police car surrounded the art museum, and the familiar figure pushed the door of the hall with a group of people under black pressure.

"Why are you again?" Officer Twilight looked at Uncle Maori, who was scratching his head in front of him.

"Yes, of course, no one has ever touched the body." Uncle Maori straightened up and reported.

Officer Twilight didn't bother to pay attention to him, but walked up to the museum staff and frowned and asked, "Has anyone seen the prisoner?"

"It's been confirmed, ahem, it seems, ahem, ahem, it doesn't seem like no one has seen the murderer." The curator's voice didn't tremble in the slightest except coughing.

"Meow! (No, this old man did it!)

Banxia leaned over to the curator and sniffed carefully. The alluring smell that had been permeating him had disappeared completely.

And, when he got closer, he found out. This old man is extremely healthy from the face and hair, and it is not his physical state that can cough up his lungs at all.

"Ah, isn't this Banxia, it looks fat. Did you find any clues this time?

Officer Twilight crouched down and scratched Banxia's chin briefly, then stood up again, but still had a glimmer of anticipation in his heart. After all, every time he meets this kitten, he always finds some useful clues.

"If I'm not mistaken, the security camera should have captured the scene." Iijima finally couldn't help it and interrupted Officer Twilight's petting behavior.

Really, I want to pet such a cute kitten!