Peanuts, crackers, almonds, dried cranberries, butter.

What does it all mean when it comes together?

That's right, it's snowflake cake.

took advantage of the opportunity of the garden to invite her to the art auction house together, and took these snowflake cakes as a return gift.

"That's expensive, isn't it?"

Xiaolan stopped in front of a colorful painting and asked the garden about its price.

"Yes, at least that's the number." As he spoke, the garden held out two fingers.

"Two million?" Xiaolan guessed.

"It should be 20 million, right?"

Shira looked at the painting with a slightly amazed expression.

"It's 200 million."

A male voice suddenly sounded behind him, and everyone quickly turned to look at him in a suit and leather shoes, with a business card pinned to his left chest, which read "Imajo Kenji", as well as his position, the president of the auction house.

"Hello Miss Garden."

Kenji Imajo took a step forward and said with a smile, "Thank you very much to the Suzuki family for providing such a precious work. ”

"You just said, 200 million?"

"Yes." Kenji Imajo smiled and nodded, "There are many such works in the auction, do you want to auction one?" ”

Xiaolan hurriedly waved her hand and sneered: "I'll forget it"

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing black round sunglasses and a small goatee appeared outside the glass door.

"Mr. Kinkami!"

When Kenji Imajo found him, he hurriedly stepped forward, opened the door, and greeted him warmly, "You're here." ”

Jin Shang didn't answer much, just nodded and answered softly.

"Who's that?" Shiliang Zhenchun asked in a low voice, and couldn't help but be a little curious.

"A well-known representative of Japan's Western painting style, Kanakami Iwaaki."

As soon as Qinghai Chuantang's words fell, Jin Shang walked over and stood beside them.

Standing in front of the painting called Left Bank of the Seine, to be precise.

Maybe it's because of reluctance that I appeared here.

After that, under the leadership of the garden, several people came to the auction hall.

"Next, there is the 102nd lot, the left bank of the Seine River in Kane Angmei, which belongs to the Suzuki Foundation, and all the auction proceeds will be donated to poor children overseas, thank you."

As soon as the auctioneer's voice fell, everyone applauded very tacitly.

"The starting price is 80 million yen."

Nearly half of the people on the field held up signs and raised their prices one after another.

When the price was raised to 90 million yen, a man in a striped jacket suddenly stood up and shouted, "Liar! ”

"What Jin Shang Yanming?"

As he walked, he shouted, "What kind of liar's work shoots!" ”

Uniformed security personnel immediately walked over and restrained him, trying to forcibly take him away.

The auctioneer scolded, "Please don't disturb the sacred auction site. ”

"Bullshit sacred! It's all eyeless stuff! ”

When he was taken away, the man continued to scream.

Looking at this scene, Yuan Zi said with some dissatisfaction: "Really, there are still people of this quality"

When the auction ended, several people came out of the auction house, Xiaolan expressed her doubts.

"Before, he was so concerned about his work. But why, when I was at the auction venue, I didn't see Mr. Kanajo? ”

Before anyone else could answer, several men hurried in.

"Oh no, call the police immediately."

"Yes!"

The garden looked inside the door and felt a little strange: "What is going on?" ”

"I'll go and see, and you can go back to the garden first."

"Sister Xiaotang is waiting for me, I'm going too!"

"I'll go too!"

Looking at the backs of the three of them leaving, Yuan Zi couldn't help but sigh with a smile: "It's okay now, three detectives, they didn't run away." ”

I don't know if it's her delusion, every time a detective appears, there is always a murder happening, which is higher than the chance of pulling out SSR at a time.

When the three of them arrived, they saw Jin Shang lying on the ground, and there was a large red blood stain on the ground.

There were already many onlookers around, and some of them showed fear and timidity on their faces.

The time of death, presumably 2 to 3 hours ago, that is, before the auction began.

"Miss Tang, Conan, and Seliang" Takagi sneered, and said helplessly: "It's a coincidence that you all appear here together."

"Sister Yuanzi invited us here! She said that Suzuki's house had a lot, so she took us to join in the fun. Conan explained with a smile.

At this time, a woman with long hair and a catfish bag ran over in a panic.

Outside the cordon, after seeing the face of the man who jumped off the building, he showed a surprised look and hurriedly drilled under the cordon.

Only then did Takagi react: "Stop her!" ”

When Ye Jiusheng heard this, he hurriedly pulled him back, but the woman still wanted to break free.

"Let go of me!"

"Wait. Who are you, young lady? ”

"My name is Hojo, and I'm his agent."

As soon as Takagi heard that it was someone related to the deceased, he prepared to take him to a quiet place for questioning.

"Officer Takagi!"

A police officer ran in and handed him a transparent bag containing yellow paper, explaining: "It was found on the roof. ”

The B5-sized paper was full of words, but it was a little sloppy, and it was not clear whether it was Japanese or what.

It's more like a ghost drawing.

Hojo leaned over and read out the contents of the paper.

"I don't have the talent to draw, I'm desperate. I want to leave this world happily and write on gold is like this, this is indeed his handwriting! ”

At this time, Hojo Lingzi's expression suddenly became sad.

Qinghai Chuantang peeked at the contents of the paper, then looked at Takagi and said, "In other words, this is suicide?" ”

The suicide note is next to the railing on the rooftop, there are no traces of a fight around, and the paper "leaves happily", it is easy to make people have such an association: Jin Shang stepped over the railing, put the suicide note, and then jumped down from the building.

"That's true of normal thinking"

Just as Takagi wanted to continue to say something, Hojo Tsuiko suddenly fainted, and it seemed that he was a little difficult to accept the news for a while.

Fortunately, Yakukatsu caught her in time.

"Let's go to the reception room, just after that, Imajo Kenji went to the reception room on the top floor with Yakukatsu and Hojo Lingzi.

After resting for a while, Hojo finally felt better.

She said weakly, "I'm sorry for the trouble. ”

"You're welcome."

Sera walked silently to the window, as if observing something.

"It's rare for him to say he wants to go to the auction. I didn't think it was appropriate, but because I had a job, I let him go on his own. Hojo touched her forehead and bowed her head and said.

Kenji Imajo looked at them and explained with a smile, "Ms. Hojo is not only a business partner, but also helps Kim a lot in private. ”

"Really?"

"We met in Paris." Hojo was getting up and put her hand down.

When he was young, he studied in France.

On the left bank of the Seine, it was the work of that time.

"Has he been going to Paris a lot lately?"

"Nope." Hojo shook her head and smiled, "It seems that in Paris, there are no pleasant memories, and more than ten years have passed. ”

After going out of the reception room, the three of them did not leave in a hurry, but borrowed the suicide note to take a look.

Takagi said that he was used to this kind of non-compliance.

Wouldn't it be beautiful if a detective solves a case and gets his salary the same?

"Although it does look like B5 paper, strictly speaking, it is not."

Conan started his own science class and explained with a smile: "B5 is different in different countries, and the size is also different. For example, Japan's B5 is 25. ”

After borrowing a mobile phone from Qinghai Chuantang, I clicked on one of the software called "Measuring Tape" and measured the width of the paper, which was exactly 1.

"If you look closely, there are still marks of severance on it." With that, Conan handed her back the phone.

If you write on the part that has been cut off, then the part that has been cut off may be the date.

On the surface, this suicide note was written by Jin Shang himself, but this is just a "Heiligenstadt suicide note".

The famous John Beethoven wrote a suicide note at Heiligan, detailing his despair at the worsening ear disease.

But in fact, the suicide note was not shown to anyone, and he did not commit suicide.

"The same goes for Mr. Kanajo."

"It is true that he lost faith in life and wrote a suicide note, but it should have happened during his time in Paris. ”

That's why paper is used in Paris

The next day, the three of them went to meet outside the studio of Kanejo.

After ringing the doorbell and waiting for a while, the small door opened and a man in a brown vest peeked out.

Before they could explain their intentions, the man welcomed them in and asked a little coldly, "What's the matter?" ”

His left hand was in his trouser pocket, and he said as if dissatisfied: "Jin Shang is dead, what are you doing here?" ”

"Miss Tang!"

Just as Qinghai Chuantang was about to explain, a voice sounded from behind, and the three of them turned to look at her together.

Hojo explained, "He's my assistant, Aosaka. ”

"This way, please."

She led the way in front, and from time to time she looked back and said, "The police have also been here, but they haven't found anything." ”

"Now, do you come here often?"

Conan looked curiously, revealing the innocence of a child.

"I don't come here much, he doesn't like people to see him drawing."

After going up to the second floor, Hojo stopped in front of a wooden door, opened it, and said, "This is Kanejo's studio." ”

Once inside, she opened the curtains, and the sunlight was on the floor in an instant.

Perhaps because of some stereotypes, many people have the impression that the studios of masters are relatively disorganized.

And Jinshang's studio looks very clean and neat.

After pulling back all the curtains, Hojo said, "He doesn't miss the old days, and he doesn't care about the price. This time he said that he was going to the auction, which was a big surprise. ”

"By the way," Shira Masumi suddenly remembered something, "Someone made trouble at the venue yesterday"

"An Feng." She instantly changed to a disgusted expression.

Conan blinked, looking very curious: "Mr. An Feng? ”

"It's a painting dealer." Hojo said angrily: "Ever since we refused to sell paintings to him, we've been working against us, and we're just a black fan." ”