Early the next morning, I got up at night and checked the information of the mission and the information of the target person again to make sure that nothing was lost. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"Knock knock~!Are you in there at night?I have something to tell you, can you come out for a while?, so I don't have to say it again to Conan and Daddy. “

"Well, Sister Xiaolan. The night is no longer what it was when he didn't recover his memory, he is much more lively when he recovers his memory, and a smile slowly begins to appear on his face, which Mori Kogoro attributes to his kind kind takeover.

Turn off the computer, "What's the matter with Sister Xiaolan?" Night, with sleepy eyes, opened the door. "It's like this.... I'll wait until Conan and Dad come out, I'm sorry, Night. Xiaolan said with an embarrassed face.

closed the door casually, was led by Xiaolan, and came to the living room. Looking at Conan who was sitting on the sofa and Maori Kogoro who was reading the newspaper, Xiaolan said with high interest: "Have you heard? The medieval armor of a nearby art museum can walk, I heard that the security personnel found it, and the news has spread nearby, it seems to be very interesting, let's go and see it together." ”

"Oh, moving armor. Kogoro put down the newspaper he had read halfway through and thought about it. "Ahaha, haha! laugh at me, moving armor. Kogoro's tongue sticking out with a smile sticks out. When he was tired of laughing, he continued to say disdainfully: "Xiaolan, this must be a story deliberately made up by some art museum in order to attract individuals, it's really stupid." “

And Conan, who was also laughing on the side, also added fuel to the fire and said, "Sister Xiaolan, that rumor is specially designed to deceive children." Xiaolan looked at the little Conan and thought, "I am obviously a child." ”

Xiaolan looked at the last night and pinned all her hopes on him, "What about the night, what do you think?" Yexin muttered: "All this was done by the old man of the art, and there are murder cases, but there is a task today, so I can run out while the chaos is in place." Thinking of this, an innocent smile appeared on the random face: "It's so interesting to listen to what Sister Xiaolan said, I really want to take a look." ”

Conan squinted his eyes at the innocent night at this moment, with a black vertical line on his face: "Sure enough, it's really a child......."

"Then you two go, I'm going to work. Kogoro got up from his chair, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked outside. "I'm going to do my homework too. Conan also immediately got up from the couch, his hands flat behind his head, and looked lazy about these children's affairs.

"You two wait a minute....... "Bang! Xiaolan smashed the corner of Kogoro's desk with a punch. Then he clenched his fists and said with a smile: "What, do you want to go?"

“....... Xiaolan, this guy doesn't like her, that's it. ”

“....... I knew I wouldn't let her learn karate. ”

Although they thought so in their hearts, they were full of promises.

Night looked at the deflated Kogoro and Conan and said, "You really don't have a position, come out with some manliness." ”

"This damn little imp. "I wish I could get him out now." Conan and Xiao Wuyang thought angrily.

The suggestions were unanimous, and the four people took a taxi to the Medieval Art Museum.

"Wow, what a lot of beautiful paintings, it's the right place to come here, isn't it, night. Xiaolan looked at the many beautiful paintings hanging on the walls of the art museum and admired them from the bottom of her heart.

"Well, yes, a very good painting, you can even feel the mood of the author when he created it, it is almost like painting his own mood. "Sister Xiaolan is right.

I still know a little bit about painting at night.,After all, the tasks of mercenaries will be very complicated.,Any task will be encountered.,So he basically dabbles in everything.,To say that the most perfect of them is to plant bombs and sing.。

Bombs are necessary, and singing is a great way to vent negative emotions as a means of relieving stress. Basically, all mercenaries and killers have their own means of relaxing pressure, and they usually see a lot of dead people, and they have killed a lot of people with their own hands, and the death of Ye's hands is even worse, basically the bones of the bombed are all gone. If you don't have the proper means of relaxation, let alone being killed, you may go crazy first.

"Night, you're saying that's great. Seeing that Ye Ye agreed with her opinion, Xiao Lan happily squatted down and patted his head, and Ye agreed with Xiao Lan's praise.

"Cut! Sycophant imp........" Kogoro and Conan rolled their dead fish eyes at the same time, looking at the night with disdain.

"Kid, you like this painting very much, don't you, I like this painting too, to be precise, I like all the paintings here, just like my child, so cute. The old man with a very long beard squatted in front of the night with a kind face. Night looked at the kind old man in front of him, "He's the murderer of this incident, and he's also the director of this art museum, so let's ask for more blessings....... "With Conan, the god of death, I guess I'll have to die."

"Hehe, no, that is, I know a little about seven or eight ........" Ye touched the back of his head and said embarrassedly.

“....... Hehe, this is a lovely child. The old man looked embarrassed, looking at the shameless night and not knowing it, he thought of the word "cute" when he searched his stomach and scraped his stomach.

"Ah, are you ......." Xiaolan looked at the old man, not very sure.

"Hehe, I'm the curator here, my surname is Luohe, hello, miss. The smile on the curator's face never stopped, but when he saw a person holding the painting on the wall directly with his hand, his face changed sharply, and at the same time he shouted angrily: "Wata, what are you doing." ”

The sound was so loud that the people around him were surprised, and of course there were also people who were frightened at the time, and it seems that the curator was right, he really treated these works as his own children.

"Ah~!, I'm sorry. The man who was frightened by the curator's shouts was Wata, who said as he looked at his ungloved hands.

"Well, you don't have to do it here. The curator scolded him harshly and drove him to do something else.

"Hmph!" Wakuta snorted disdainfully as he turned his back to the curator.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather collar came, this seems to be the person who died in this episode, he just came to the curator of Luohe, and said with a sinister face: "This place will be closed in a few days, and I will trouble you to take care of it during this period, take good care of these rusty broken copper and iron." Hahaha.......... Mr. Designer, I'd like to take a look at the designs. After speaking, he took the designer and went to carefully study and plan.

Looking at this guy at night, it's really uncomfortable, do you want to help the curator kill him directly, I remember that the end of this story ended with the director of Luohe being arrested for murder, and the ending made countless Conan feel sorry. This old man is still quite good, do you want to help him?

Conan looked at the contemplative night and grinned: "It's obviously a child, but I still want to put on an old-fashioned look...... Wait a minute..... Don't. Conan also thought of Night's perverted skills, coupled with the way he was now.

"Did he really take that medicine too?" But soon Conan denied it, which hospital he had gone to investigate when he ran out of the night, and the nurse in the hospital also confirmed the fact of night amnesia, so he didn't deliberately approach him, if he said that he had taken that medicine and happened to come to Uncle Maori's house to stay, this is too coincidental, basically impossible, and if the black-clothed organization really knows that he is the smaller Kudo Shinichi, and there is no need to send the night over to be so troublesome, wouldn't it be more convenient to directly arrest himself?

On the other side, Xiaolan also walked in front of Curator Luohe. Looking at the curator who stood quietly and silently, he said, "That.... Is this museum about to disappear?"

The old curator sighed helplessly, "Yes, the previous boss had to sell this art museum to Mr. Zhengzhong because of the collapse of the company." ”

At this time, Sakashima, who took over the work on the side, said indignantly: "Which guy deceived the previous boss, the former boss thought that he would continue to run the art museum after taking over, but I didn't expect this guy to buy it to open a restaurant." “

At this time, Kuwata, who was sent to do other work, accidentally dropped the helmet of a samurai on the ground, "It's really rude to bring art, and I'm sad that the curator will blame him for murder, so it's really my own death." "I looked at Wata at night and couldn't help muttering. "The old curator is not angry this time, it seems that this is the fake armor. ”

At this time, the middle of the study of the design drawings on the side smiled and said to Wata: "I've heard about you, you have to hurry up and get the money ready, hahahaha~!" and Wata threw the helmet in his hand to the ground with an angry face, "Damn." ”

The old curator watched Wata's deliberate destruction of the artwork, and he didn't get angry or stop it, "Have you made up your mind?" The old curator who looked at the silence at night said secretly in his heart.

Conan on the other side was surprised, "I was so angry just now, how can I ....... now?"

"Ah, you can enjoy it slowly. After saying that, the old curator took Sakashima to other places.

Xiaolan took Conan, Night, and Kogoro to enjoy it in the art museum, Xiaolan followed the route on the navigation map, but found a billboard on the road prohibiting entry, "It's strange, the navigation clearly indicates that there is a room in front, why are you not allowed to enter now." ”

Xiao Wuyun on the side said impatiently at this time: "Okay, don't worry about it, hurry up and go around." ”

As the sun sets, the sunset glows on the museum, gilding it with a dark red glow.

"Ha~!" In the eyes of the night, Maori Xiao Wu and Conan looked like they were going to die of exhaustion, and sat on their chairs.

"Sister Xiaolan, let's go back. "I'm hungry too. Conan and Little Wu couldn't help but complain. "You guys are really bad, you can't stand it after only a few laps, it's better to be at night, and you're still so energetic. Xiaolan looked at Conan and Maori's appearance and said dissatisfied.

In fact, the night is almost unbearable, thinking that he trains with 10 kilometers of weights every day, but he still can't stand it, and this incident also makes the night understand a truth,....... It's terrible to be a woman who is supported by interest.