Chapter 18 Is this a blessing small?

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 18 Is this a blessing small?

Tang Ze has lacked artistic bacteria for two lifetimes and belongs to the insulator of the art gallery.

He let Suzuki Yuanko pull him, followed behind Ran Maori who was concentrating on the exhibition, silently opened a smile of "That's it, I understand." Exe, and started hanging up the phone.

Ran Mori walked in front, constantly marveling at the paintings and artworks, her eyes shining, and she could tell that she really liked these things.

Tang Ze thought, otherwise he would give her the stole fan that Maru Tengjiro had.

After the secret treasures of the hall return to reality, they will not affect the real original items, but the shape will change. The inscriptions and paintings on the folding fan have disappeared. Now it is a blank white gold fan with exquisite workmanship and precious workmanship.

This thing is not suitable for hanging out, which can arouse others' suspicion for no reason. Tang Ze is not interested in changing hands, so he can only put it in the prop bar to eat dust if he doesn't use it as a gift.

The three high school students had a clear division of labor. Ran Maori was watching the exhibition, Tang Ze was in charge of fishing, and Yuanko Suzuki looked at Tang Ze. Only the bored Conan was yawning with his hands behind his back.

He simply read it with the tour guide accompanied by the ticket. This art exhibition will be divided into four theme exhibition halls: sky, ocean, earth, and hell. On the printed color pages, there are several photos of representative exhibits on each theme column.

"Sister Yuanzi," Conan raised the leaflet in his hand and pointed to the thumbnail under the title of the Hell Exhibition Hall, "Is this the armor you mentioned?"

After raising the paper, he glanced downward and saw the tofu block at the edge of the page, "...I'm sorry to inform you that the Rice Art Museum will be officially closed next month. Thank you for your support over the years..."

"Ah, in the Hell exhibition hall, it sounds very interesting." Suzuki Yuanko bent down and looked carefully. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately grabbed Ran Mori who was standing in front of the exhibition cabinet. "Xiaolan, let's go to this hall first, and I'll continue shopping with you later, okay?"

The purpose of her visit to the art museum was to create an atmosphere where Tang Ze accompanied her to visit the haunted house. This effect was like pulling the opposite sex to watch a horror movie. You can get in close contact at will, and you must strike while the iron is hot!

Ran Mori looked at Suzuki Yuanko's expectant eyes and glanced at Tang Ze who was a little confused, understanding that she might have some "trick tricks" to use.

Ran Maori, who deeply understood Yuanzi's character, could only help her. The four of them followed the arrows to guide her through the corridor in the middle to the hall on the other side.

Tang Ze, who had not given up on interrupting the case, saw everyone turning to the Hell Exhibition Hall, feeling a little bad.

His idea is to wait for several characters in the comic to show off, and he can just follow the deceased or murderer. If he cannot block it psychologically, then it will be physically blocked.

I don’t know if it was because Kogoro Mouri was replaced by him and Suzuki Yuanko, but things turned a little bit, and the relevant personnel in the case that should have appeared in turn did not appear.

It seems that it is really too late to turn things around. The capitalist who despises art is probably already hung with street lights, not on the wall...

There was no light at the end of the corridor, and it was marked with a black hole behind the porch of the Hell Exhibition Hall. When it came to the legend of walking armor, Ran Mori was a little scared and couldn't help but reach out to hold Conan.

Xiaolan grabbed his little hand, and Conan, who had just been alert, immediately turned red and could not say anything.

"Is it a malfunction when the light is not turned on? Or is it deliberately turned off by the hell theme?" Suzuki Yuanko was actually fine, but she still took advantage of the situation and pulled Tang Ze's entire arm over and hugged him tightly, "It's so dark!"

I knew that the abacus beads were falling on people's face. Tang Ze, who was pulled, shook his head silently, but when he thought of the scene he would encounter soon, he did not pull out his hand with pity.

Just pretend for a while, and you will be scared to death next.

"Wow, what a big work." The light from the corridor made Ran Mori vaguely see the layout in the hall. When she turned her head, she noticed the huge oil painting on the wall. She lowered her head and approached the exhibits under the oil painting to explain, "This painting is called "God's Condemnation."

"The Demons of Heaven," Tang Ze stood in the middle of the frame and raised his head. The picture depicted the demon being pierced by a long sword on the rock. The demon-killing knight bowed his head deeply and trekked in the pool of blood like a squat. "The painting with a very oppressive feeling is really like a scene of hell..."

After saying that, Tang Ze inhaled, his ears caught the regular "drip" sound of water droplets. He was mentally prepared and turned his head to look behind him.

A man with a wide mouth and a ferocious expression was pierced by the knight's sword with his hands, and his feet were nailed to the wall from the ground. The splattered blood polluted his light suit. The blood slid down his body and formed a pool of blood under his feet, flowing to the red carpet in the middle of the walkway, as if it was pouring into a river of blood.

This is a very impactful corpse. Even Tang Ze was stunned for a moment even though he was ready. Then he stopped the two girls behind him and pushed Conan behind his legs: "Get back! Be careful!"

The puzzled high school girl turned her head.

"Ahhhh--" Two sharp soprano sounded in Tang Ze's ears, one left and one right.

Although the screams came late, they were wrong.

Tang Ze screamed at them so hard that his head was buzzing, and he couldn't reach out to cover his ears. He had to tighten his shocked and solemn expression, which was very painful.

"What's wrong, what's going on!" The high-decibel female screaming duo echoed in the museum with small traffic, and soon attracted guard staff and tourists.

Before Detective Conan instinct came out to control the field, Tang Ze stopped the door first: "Don't get close, go and turn on the lights. Call the police, there is a corpse here!"

The guards and staff were stunned for a moment and immediately did as they did. The tourists screamed in a low voice and became turbulent.

Tang Ze, with a heavy face, looked at the crowd and was about to wait for the murderer to take the stage. As a result, his vision first captured a tourist wearing a mask and was stunned.

The man stood on the outermost layer of the tourist, with a knitted hat on his head, and his long black hair fell behind him, looking at the dull inner hall.

When he noticed Tang Ze's sight, the man retreated behind other tourists without a trace and quickly left from the corner.

Although I couldn't see my face clearly and couldn't see the color of my eyes, the long hair of a knitted hat was as obvious as that of a blond and black skin.

Is this Hideichi Akai?

No, he should be called "rye whiskey". After the undercover identity was exposed, Akai Hideichi cut off his conspicuous long hair.

Has he not been exposed yet? Tang Ze's mind was a little confused. How many butterflies are there in this suture world?

The sound of the sirens from far to near did not make Tang Ze turn back to attention. He recalled the behavior of Akai Hideichi avoiding him just now, and remembered the scene of Anmuro rubbing the plate yesterday through clouds.

...No wonder he looked like he was going to rub the plate and fire, so his other stalker was rye whiskey?

Tang Ze's mouth twitched. Two undercover agents served me alone. Is this blessing still small?
Chapter completed!