"Hmm...... Isn't it in these paintings?"

Listening to Shu Yunwen's words, the three sisters in the next life looked at each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief-

Anyway, although I don't know what's going on, it seems that the painting in the image of this perverted soul remover may have some problems.

It's like their father Heinz's "Snake Charmer", after letting the soul slayer "admire" it alone, the snakes in the painting are all gone......

A good oil painting, after the soul remover "admired" it, why did the snake disappear?

Could it be that he was captured by this evil soul slayer and returned to make soup?

The three sisters muttered in their hearts, Shu Yunwen's gaze swept around twice, and then nodded and said, "That's right, it's really not...... Hmm, are all the paintings you stole here?"

"Yes, it's all here. Afterlife nodded in response, and then continued, "However, we just learned from the computer tycoon's diary that there is a software designer named Takura Itakura who probably has several of my father's works in his possession......

"Hmm, who are you talking about?"

Hearing Itakura Zhuo's name, Shu Yunwen and Tsukamoto Shumei were both slightly stunned, and the next life was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Itakura Zhuo...... Well, by the way, the CG of the game he made is very famous, and he once won an award, but then he had a problem with his eyes, so it seems that he changed it to a game......"

“……”

Well, it's the same person!

Shu Yunwen muttered in his heart, then said after laughing dryly: "...... What, that Itakura Takura is dead, doesn't that affect your investigation?"

"Ahh......h We just got in touch with the intelligence dealer on the road and asked them to help investigate the location of Takura Itakura's collection - in fact, the computer mogul had information on my father's paintings, which the dealer told us......"

"Really?"

After the words of the next life pupil fell, Shu Yunwen nodded his head, and then asked, "That...... How long will it take for the intelligence traffickers to get a reply?"

"This ...... It's probably going to be an hour, right?" I'm not sure about the next tears," ...... We used to buy information from him, and we usually get a reply in about three hours......"

Tears fell in the next life, and the love of the next life immediately said: "We have already discussed it just now, and after the intelligence dealer gives the information, we will go and steal those few pieces back tonight!"

"Ahh

"Yes, Yoon-sama. ”

The three sisters in the next life did not dare to have any opinions on this request, and Shu Yunwen glanced at the paintings around him casually, and then said:

"Okay, I've also admired these works, if there are no other works, I'll go back first!"

"Are you leaving?Lord Yunwen?" Listening to Shu Yunwen's words, the three sisters in the next life were overjoyed, secretly glad that this perverted soul slayer was finally going to get out, and said with a disappointed look on his face, "Then you go slowly, and when we find a new painting, we will contact you!"

"Okay, I'm really bothering you!" Shu Yunwen smiled slightly, "I'll also urge the art museum to do it, don't worry!"

……

It's half past eight in the evening, rice flower town.

In Loriai's biological research laboratory, in the living room, listening to Conan's words, Dr. Asa showed an expression of "sure enough" on his face, and then whispered to Conan: "Shinichi, hurry up and see if there are any other clues about black organizations in this diary!"

"Well, that's exactly what I said. ”

Conan nodded, then reached out and clicked the mouse, quickly skimming through Takura Itakura's diary.

Takataka Itakura doesn't keep a diary every day, the frequency is about once every three or four days, and sometimes there is no diary for a month, and the interval between each diary varies.

Conan quickly read all the diaries, and his eyes fell on the last one marked the date of February 10 three days ago, and frowned:

“…… Today, the people in the hotel suddenly said a bunch of inexplicable things to me, could it be that one of the three of them has already found out that I live here, since I found it, forget it, anyway, I just need to change the hotel and it will be fine...... The 'three people' in Mr. Itakura's last diary should refer to Ryusuke Soma, Johei Naito, and Subekji ......"

“…… Itachi-san, how could there be no clues to the black organization in Mr. Itakura's diary?"

In other words, if Takura Itakura is really connected to the black organization, or even working for the black organization, then there will definitely be relevant clues left in his diary!

However, there is nothing in this diary now, can it be said that ......

Takura Itakura: Did he write these things down elsewhere?

Conan thought in his heart, and Dr. Asa next to him also spoke, "Shinichi, isn't there any clue about the black organization here?"

"Well, that's right, on the surface, there is nothing wrong with these diaries, they are just recording all kinds of trivial things in life......" Conan frowned, continued to move the mouse, looking at Itakura Takura's diary, Dr. Asasa also stared at the screen, and then suddenly said: "Shinichi, is this Itakura Takura Mr. usually a very sloppy person?"

"Huh, sloppy?"

In other words, according to the description of the three of them Soma Ryusuke, Takura Itakura belongs to the kind of nervousness that everyone else will find immediately when they move his personal belongings, how can he be sloppy?

Listening to Dr. Asasa's words, Conan was slightly stunned, then turned his head to look at Dr. Asasa and said, "Dr. Asasa, why do you think so?"

"Well...... Didn't you notice?" Dr. Asasa gestured to the computer screen, "You look at Takura Itakura's diary, and there are gaps and blanks behind each diary, of varying lengths - if you were a careful person, you wouldn't make such a mistake, right?"

"What?"

Conan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and hurriedly slid the mouse to look at Itakura Takura's diary again, only to see that this situation had indeed appeared in the diary since two years ago.

"Deliberately left blank...... Do you say ......"

Conan squinted slightly, thinking of a possibility, then reached out and pressed the left side of the mouse, gently dragging along the last blank space of the diary on the computer screen, and then a line of handwriting that appeared in white under the blue shade of the computer screen......