Who is the murderer?

The murderer is Ochiai. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is this old man, this old man who has a good conversation with his uncle, and does not mind discussing some popular art with his uncle, and a kind old man who really loves art.

You can be elegant, or you can discuss with your uncle those adult action love education documentary art films.

If he could, the uncle really didn't want to find out the truth.

But everything was too obvious to him.

The paper and pen on the stand, the name on the paper, the scratches on the name, the ballpoint pen that fell in the corner and put it away.

There is also a wall where the deceased is located, there is no painting that should have been hung on it, only a piece of paper with an introduction pasted on it.

Kuwata is not a person who can treat those works of art very well, and will definitely not transfer them away in advance.

This is a premeditated killing, a premeditated blame for others.

Ochiai has a motive.

He didn't want the museum to close its doors, and he didn't want the artworks to be sealed and never see the light of day.

He also couldn't forgive Kuada who always treated those works of art roughly, and even stole them to sell.

Killing, planting blame, killing two birds with one stone.

This is a good plan, if the uncle didn't come, maybe it really succeeded.

It's a pity that Uncle is here, and Conan is also here.

Even if the uncle doesn't say it, Conan will say it.

Uncle can't help but say that this is his job.

Perhaps, it would be nice not to be a detective.

The real ballpoint pen was not thrown away, and it was a matter of time for Ochiai to only be able to carry that pen with him.

This became evidence.

If only he hadn't carried this pen with him.

And there is no alibi.

"Alas......"

The uncle shook his head and sighed.

"If" is very good, but unfortunately in the world, there is never an if.

"You're a real artist."

In the end, in the face of Ochiai, who was going to be taken away by the police, the uncle could only say this.

Although he didn't know what an artist was.

But killing people can be killed according to the scene in the painting, which can really be regarded as art.

The knight slays the demon, but is himself tainted by the demon's blood.

Murder is never justice.

Uncle had seen such a sentence before, and although he couldn't remember where he saw it, he agreed with it.

No matter what the cause, no matter what the reason, killing is never justice.

"If only it was a suicide case."

Uncle said so.

The people around him looked at him a little strangely, but they didn't say anything.

Only Xiaolan felt that the uncle seemed to have become a little different again.

Delusion?

Whether it's an illusion or not, it's over.

When I walked outside, I was surprised to find that there were many reporters.

After all, it's an art museum, and it's still a bit of a concern, and the police have blocked it, so naturally someone has received the news.

So the journalists came, and they felt that there was something big.

In fact, this is exactly what happened.

The case has been investigated, and the Twilight Police Department, which is a little relieved, also gave a rare interview.

But soon pushed the uncle out.

This time it was the uncle who solved the case, and it was solved independently, even faster than Conan.

The Twilight Police Department didn't know what was going on, he just knew that it was the uncle who solved the case.

So for this former subordinate, he did not hesitate to praise him, and also told all the cases he had solved before.

Perhaps, from this moment on, the uncle has already embarked on the road to the detective.

It is also from this moment that the exposure will slowly increase, and the popularity and popularity will gradually increase.

Uncle also seemed to be very happy.

"If there's any problem, just come to me Detective Mori Kogoro, baa hahaha......"

It's still that iconic smile, a little arrogant, a little obscene, a little carried away.

Again, it seems, a little sad.

But no one could see it.

Except for Xiaolan.

After all, it was her father, and she knew it very well, and she even knew what color underwear her uncle was wearing.

After all, she was the one who did the housework.

So she can see it and hear it, and the uncle's smile at this time is not laughing.

Xiaolan, who has always liked Chinese culture, suddenly thought of an ancient poem.

"Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it."

Suddenly, I found out that she might not know her father a little.

……

It's rare to solve a case by yourself, and it's fast, faster than Conan.

But the uncle was really not very happy.

Sometimes, it may be better not to find the truth than to find it.

Fortunately, the Rice Flower Art Museum has been taken over by others, and it will continue to open.

This may be a happy thing for the imprisoned director of Ochiai.

It's just that it's rare to meet a person who can discuss art, so I went in, and the uncle was a little lonely.

Xiaolan felt a little strange about the changes in her uncle.

I overheard the uncle muttering something there, "No one can discuss adult action love education documentary art films together, it's really lonely as snow" and something like that.

In this regard, Xiaolan felt very strange.

She knows action movies, she knows love movies, educational films, documentaries, art films, etc., she also knows.

But add it all up......

"Daddy."

"Huh?"

"What is an adult action love education documentary?"

“……”

The uncle looked at Xiao Lan, who was waiting for an answer with a confused face.

Conan on the other side squirted out a mouthful of water.

The question is really ......

How to say it.

Uncle scratched his head.

It is definitely not okay to tell the truth, and it is easy to expose nonsense.

Don't underestimate Xiaolan, this girl, she is also very smart, after all, she has good genes, like her mother.

Xiaolan's mother, Fei Yingli, is a very smart woman.

So you can't talk nonsense.

I just thought about it for a long time before I opened my mouth to answer.

"What's the matter, Lan, it's you who forgot the punctuation, it should be separated, action movies, romance movies or something, it's a movie anyway, don't care about these little things."

Uncle explained lightly.

didn't wait for Xiaolan to continue to ask, and directly changed the topic.

"Lan, let's go make dinner, I have to get up early tomorrow, I'm going to that Moon Shadow Island or something, have you packed your things? I'm going to spend one night there. ”

I received a letter before, and the other party even paid the commission fee in advance, so I definitely want to go.

It just so happens that you can also go to play, you have been in this world for so long, and you can travel and relax.

found that the uncle was changing the topic, although Xiaolan was a little strange, she didn't continue to ask.

Busy starting to make dinner, Conan is also doing his homework on the side.

The uncle was still sitting on the sofa, watching Yoko Okino singing and dancing on TV.

Even if it is a star, it looks brilliant, but who knows the suffering behind the scenes?

"Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and everyone has their own difficulties!"

The uncle shook his head and sighed.

With his feet on the coffee table, the whole person sat there on the sofa.

"I'm not a good man, I'm not going to be a good father, I don't have money, I don't know how to ...... romance"

Humming a song he heard in his previous life, although he was facing the TV, his eyes were not focused, and he didn't know where his mind was flying.

Conan was still doing his own thing, and when he heard his uncle singing Chinese songs again, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

I thought about it and didn't understand it, and in the end I didn't pay too much attention to it.

Xiaolan, who was busy in the kitchen, also heard it, and the uncle's voice was not quiet.

It's just that Xiaolan doesn't understand either, although she likes Chinese culture a lot.

And I think it's a little weird.

The recent uncle seems to like to hum a few words when he has nothing to do, but I haven't seen this before.

And I didn't find out that my uncle liked to listen to those Chinese songs before, why do I sing so many Chinese songs now?

I really can't figure it out.

Shaking her head, Xiaolan didn't think much about it and continued to cook dinner.

I'll have to pack up my things later, and I'll leave for Moonshadow Island tomorrow.