Qinghai Chuantang walked into the inner room, and above the cabinet next to the door, there was a painting hanging, two-thirds of which was covered by sunlight outside the window.

With the sunset on the painting, there is a bit of aesthetic feeling.

"What's wrong?"

"It's fine."

Qinghai Chuantang said, glancing out the window.

After leaving the studio, the three of them found the black fan named "Anfeng" in Hojo Lingzi's mouth.

"Black powder?"

An Feng, who was admiring the paintings, turned to look at them after listening to them, raising his eyebrows, and he could see his dissatisfaction.

"That's what the woman said."

An Feng said as he walked: "The painter can play, and the agent is enough." ”

Finally, I sat down on the couch.

"Are there any things you are dissatisfied with Mr. Kanegami's work?"

As soon as An Feng heard this, he stood up again, took a step forward, and said very seriously: "The painting auctioned by the Suzuki Foundation is a fake. ”

Shiliang Zhenchun was a little surprised: "Fake? ”

"How is that possible?" Conan appeared disbelieving.

An Feng didn't speak, but just found a picture album and handed it to them, which included all the works of Jin Shang from his fame to the present.

On closer inspection, from the composition to the waves on the surface of the water, a subtle difference can be seen, that is, the direction.

"The reason why it is said to be a fake," An Feng explained, "was that when I saw that painting yesterday, the painter of that painting used his right hand. ”

And the paintings in the book are all drawn by left-handers.

"I see."

Qinghai Chuantang touched his chin and nodded, indicating that he understood.

When drawing, place the canvas in front of the hand holding the pen.

In other words, if you paint with your right hand, you will put it on the right side, and if you paint with your left hand, you will naturally put it on the left side.

In this case, the left and right hand brushes are not in the same direction.

"In other words, it's a fake painted by someone else."

An Feng returned to the sofa with an expression of hatred for iron and steel: "He actually made it like he painted himself, and he didn't have the professional ethics of a painter at all." ”

The left bank of the Seine, known as a fake, was eventually returned to the Suzuki family.

This makes the face of the Suzuki consortium somewhat unbearable.

In the afternoon, Qinghai Chuantang came to Qingsaka's house alone and was entertained by him.

He held the tray with one hand, his left hand still in his trouser pocket as he had seen before.

"Thank you."

After sandwiching a piece of sugar cube and putting it into the teacup, Qinghai Chuantang lifted the jar and wanted to hand it to the other party.

Just as Aosaka was about to take it, she suddenly let go of her hand, forcing him to instinctively reach out with his left hand, trying to catch it.

Qinghai Chuantang saw the opportunity, caught the iron can, and also grabbed Qingsaka's left wrist.

On his left hand, there are traces of paint, and there are band-aids on his index finger and thumb.

"It's you."

"Huh?"

Aosaka was stunned for a moment, and some didn't react.

Qinghai Chuantang stood up and said, "I heard An Feng say. In the works of Kinjo, on the Left Bank of the Seine and in his later collections, the painter's hand is different. ”

"Isn't the bulging of your left hand a cocoon for holding a pen?"

Aosaka looked a little flustered, and quickly withdrew his hand.

"Actually, when we first met, I was very concerned about the left hand that you had been hiding."

An Feng believes that the left bank of the Seine is a fake imitated by others, but the truth is completely opposite.

Years ago, Kim hired a left-handed ghostwriter.

In other words, the left bank of the Seine is the real thing that Kanegami painted himself, and the rest are all ghostwritten by others, that is, fakes painted by Aosaka.

That's why Kim wanted to witness with his own eyes the ownership of the left bank of the Seine.

"Why do you keep being a ghostwriter?"

Qinghai Chuantang was a little puzzled, "You have such a talent, it's completely okay"

Aosaka heard this, but he smiled.

"When I was younger, I worked several jobs and then found time to draw. However, that kind of life cannot be sustained. No way, so borrowed money. That's when Kim and I met. ”

Ever since he was praised on the Left Bank of the Seine, he was unable to paint the next work and suffered a lot of pain.

On the street, he noticed Aosaka's paintings.

"When it comes to my work, as long as his name is written, it will definitely be popular, and he is very convinced."

After finishing speaking, Aosaka smiled again, and then said: "I can make money by painting without showing up, and I escaped illegal loans, thank him very much." ”

"But later, in addition to creating a lot of works with more than 100 million yuan, it shouldn't have taken much time to pay off the loan, right?"

"Yes." Aosaka nodded in acknowledgement.

"It's better to say that the fakes are highly rated and what happened to me who can't see the light of day. The contradiction between these is the problem, right? ”

Instead of answering her question directly, Aosaka said, "I have something I want you to see." ”

Led by the other party, Qinghai Chuantang came to a painting, which was called by Caravaggio's St. Matthew.

Matthew, who will become a saint, and the moment of Jesus' first meeting.

"Jin Shang and I often look at this painting together."

Aosaka looked at the painting, his face full of devotion and joy.

He stretched out his hand and said with some excitement: "Jesus on the right side of the painting, pointing and asking where Matthew is?" The bearded man in the middle is St. Matthew. ”

Indeed, he was illuminated by the light behind Jesus, as if he were saying to himself: I am Matthew.

"He's, it's me."

At this time, Aosaka was like a devout believer.

"I am saved by the light of gold."

Aosaka turned around and continued, "I'm not interested in fame at all, and the ghostwriter did it voluntarily. I can't thank Kim enough for saving me from the trough of my life, it's true. ”

He really wanted to live for Jinshang.

"I, I didn't kill Jinshang." Aosaka said very solemnly.

Although the painting was made by Aosaka, the signature was done by Kanami himself, and he couldn't imitate the other party's handwriting.

Without the bonus of title and name, Aosaka alone really can't make a painting worth hundreds of millions in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, what he just said is indeed not deceiving.

Even without using a polygraph, she could see it.

"Well, don't bother."

After coming to the entrance, Qinghai Chuantang officially said goodbye to him and prepared to leave.

"That's right."

After she turned around, the other party suddenly said: "After the case, I immediately went to Jin Shang's studio, but in the end, the painting given to him was missing." ”

Qinghai Chuantang looked at him and was a little puzzled: "The painting is missing?" ”

"I'm more concerned about where I've gone."

"If I know anything, I'll contact you right away."

In fact, Qinghai Chuantang already had a rough answer in his heart.

When I came to the gate, I was very surprised to meet Sera Masumi and Conan, as if I had been waiting for a long time.

Both of them had malicious smiles on their faces, which frightened Qinghai Chuantang and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Sister Xiaotang."

Seliang Zhenchun smiled and put a hand on her shoulder, "Let's share information." ”

Simple and straightforward, there is no room for refusal.

The next day, the auction took place again.

It's just that it's too early.,There's only two people in the field.,Takagi and Yakukatsu are currently there.。

Kane's death has made the auction a hot topic, and at the same time, the posthumous work will also participate in this auction.

The door on the side opened, and Hojo walked onto the stage wearing gloves and holding the painting.

Cautiously, he gently placed the painting on the easel, and immediately showed a satisfied smile.

The silhouette of the city, accompanied by the dawn, gives people a sense of vitality.

"You've been waiting for a long time."

Qinghai Chuantang held a tablet in his hand, "The auction will start soon." It's just that before that, there is something that wants to end. ”

She came to the front of the stage, looked at Hojo Lingzi and asked, "Miss Hojo, has this painting always been kept by you?" ”

"Yes, it's always in my office."

"That's pretty much it," Qinghai Chuantang looked at the painting and said firmly: "This painting is a fake." That is, fakes placed in secret rooms. ”

"Secret room?" Takagi was stunned.

When they went before, they didn't find the so-called secret room in her mouth.

"Yes."

Qinghai Chuantang clicked on a video on the tablet and showed it to the two.

In the picture, Sera Masumi opens the cabinet and the painting, and finds the hidden wooden door.

After opening the door, I walked up the stairs to a small studio.

On the easel, there are works that are exactly the same as those on the auction floor today.

"Actually, there is a ghostwriter on Kim. The painting technique is excellent, and there has been no suspicion that the painting until now is a fake. ”

At this time, Aosaka walked through another door and walked into the venue.

"Jin Shang temporarily put the painting handed in by the representative in the secret room, signed his name, and came out as his own work."

After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang looked at the people on the stage: "Hojo, you are Jinshang's partner, don't you know anything about this?" ”

"I don't know." Hojo Tsuiko flatly denied it.

"This was also found in the secret room."

The video is clicked on again.

From a small paper bag, Shira took out a tassel, and the thread at one end was broken.

The design of this tassel is the same as that of the auction reception room.

Plus, the hook that holds it is bent too.

Judging from this evidence, it is not that Kinjo fell from the roof, but from the reception room.

After all, it was Takagi who had seen many scenes, and he had already understood at this time: "The suicide note on the roof is a disguise for the murderer." ”

"That's right."

Qinghai Chuantang nodded and said: "That day, the murderer pushed Jin Shang down from the window that was opened in advance. However, the tassel that Kanami grabbed broke off. ”

The hook could not bear the weight and bent.

In order to destroy the evidence, the murderer took away the tassel and left a suicide note on the roof, disguised as the scene of the fall.

So on the roof, there are no traces of the dispute, and there are no fingerprints.

"In the secret room, there is a notepad that Kim used in Paris. It is full of diaries and suicide notes, and it has been on the gold at that time, and the inner distress. ”

And one of them was torn away, leaving only the date.

All of this is shown in the video screen of the tablet.

"Tear up the suicide note, hide the tassel, and know that the person in the secret room is the murderer."

After Takagi finished speaking, he looked up at Hojo Tsuiko.

Everyone's eyes also fell on her with him.

Hojo Lingzi jumped off the stage and walked in front of Aomi Kawasaki.

"Don't be stupid, what about the evidence? Do you have evidence that I know about the Chamber of Secrets? ”

She yelled a little annoyed: "I haven't entered the secret room, and I haven't killed Jinshang!" ”

Qinghai Chuantang stepped onto the stage, stood next to the painting, and said: "The evidence is this painting." ”

Then she took a sharp knife from her pocket and stabbed it hard at the painting, making a huge mark.

Hojo looked at this scene, a little incredulous, and even unwilling to believe his eyes.

Takagi, who knew that firewood, rice, oil, and salt were expensive, took a few steps back and held on to the chair behind him to prevent him from kneeling on the ground because of his weak legs.

Hundreds of millions of things, just give it like that

"Huh?"

Takagi looked at the gate in surprise.

I saw that Sera Zhenchun walked into the venue with the painting, and Conan followed closely behind.

The painting in her hand is exactly the same as the one on the stage easel.

After putting the knife back into his pocket, Qinghai Chuantang picked up the painting next to him and explained: "This painting that was cut just now is a fake of my painting. ”

After opening the corner of the paper, the four words "Qinghai Chuantang" were instantly revealed.

"Yesterday I spent one night, a copy of the original, and then replaced the original painting."

After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang put the painting back on the easel.

"It can't be!"

Hojo shook her head with an expression of disbelief: "It has his signature on it." And how is it possible to paint at this level in just one night? ”

Qinghai Chuantang said calmly: "Because I opened it." ”

Conan: You're the first person I've ever met. Doesn't she seem to be able to draw?

"If you look closely, you can immediately tell that the paintings and signatures here are fakes. What I have deceived is only a layman. ”

But Hojo was careless and brought it to auction.

The appearance of this painting here is the best evidence that the other party knows about the existence of the secret room.

This fact is also all the evidence.

"You were in the venue before your case."

Takagi walked slowly towards her, "Kill Kanejo, and after disguising yourself, pretend to be contacted and rush here." If you check the tassels, you should be able to detect the natura on you and the gold. ”

There is no way to refute the ironclad evidence.

Hojo Lingko's legs were weak, he knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said, "It's all Kim's fault." No matter how much you persuade, you have to make the facts public. ”

"That day, I also persuaded to the end."

If the fakes were made public, they would both be finished.

However, Jin Shang still insisted on doing so.

He also said that he would make this fact public after the auction on the Left Bank of the Seine.

"You admit it, right?"

Hojo nodded slightly.

Eventually, she was removed by the police, and the auction continued as had been arranged.

Qinghai Chuantang was not interested in what happened next, and he had no plans to accompany Yuanzi and the others again.

After handing over the prepared egg yolk crisp to them, they left the auction house.

That day, deep in Shiliang's innocent heart, there was one more doubt like Conan: Sister Xiaotang, is it actually Doraemon?

"Unlike what I said before, there is also a statement of who Matthew really is."

On the left side of St. Matthew's Summoning painting, the figure with his head bowed is Matthew.

Matthew's job was that of a tax collector, that is, a person in the tax office.

At the time, it was a profession that was despised by the people.

But imagine that a few seconds after this scene, Matthew, with his head bowed, was called by Jesus' name and stood up.

Saying goodbye to the past life, with Jesus, he left the room.

"Freedom from the gloom of life and into the future. is what this painting is trying to express, one of the points. ”

Matthew in front of him was the same as Aosaka, who was bowing his head slightly.

Don't think about any possibility.

"But just stand up, there's light waiting there."

Aosaka suddenly raised his head, as if looking for the dawn that belonged to him.

After that, Shinsumi Sera returned to the hotel.

As soon as I entered the room, I received a reprimand from my mother.

"Innocent, don't fall under the sugar-coated shells of others."

Shiliang Zhenchun, who was carrying a delicate small gift box, laughed dryly a few times, not knowing how to answer.

After a while

"Yes, if the sweetness can be moderate, it will be better."

Seliang Zhenchun held an egg yolk cake that had only been bitten in one bite, and sneered, not daring to say what was in his heart.

Mom, can you keep one for me?

It's all gone, okay?

When she hastily finished the egg yolk crisp in her hand and was about to pick up the next one, she found that the bag was empty.

"Too much sweets are not good for your current physical growth." Mary Akai said seriously.

Shiliang Zhenjun: Mom, I thank you, really