When everyone was seriously searching for evidence, Jiao Wen walked next to Curator Luohe and motioned for him to come with him.

After greeting Officer Twilight, Jiao Wen took Director Luohe to a more secluded place, of course, in the art museum, and when he passed by Shirai Kuroko on the way, Shirai Kuroko pulled his sleeve and gave him a look to help if he could.

"Curator, you should have killed this real boss, right?" Jiao Wen looked into the eyes of the old curator and said slowly.

"How do you think that? Didn't they all write the name of Wata? How could it be that I did it. Curator Luohe hurriedly explained.

"Then why are you sweating so much?" Jiao Wen looked at his sweat-soaked clothes and said to Director Luohe.

"Could it be the weather? Isn't it normal to sweat a little when the weather is so hot and so big is happening? Little brother, don't think too much. Curator Luohe glanced at his clothes, and then said to Jiao Wen.

"Don't hide it from me, my major in college is athletic training, and I know very well what the side effects will be after the potential lock is opened, especially the result of someone like you who is too old to forcibly open it, sweating a lot, is only the first step."

Jiao Wen didn't give Director Luohe time to explain, he continued, "If the prisoner is Wata, then there are a lot of questions. First of all, it is impossible for his character to kill according to that painting. Secondly, a lot of the artwork next to the painting has been removed, this is to prevent blood stains on the painting, I thought for a long time, only you might do this, and there are obvious extra scratches on the note, I think it is probably the reason why the boss of Manaka wanted to use a pen to rewrite the name on it and found that there was no ink than that. ”

Director Luohe suddenly felt a lot lonely, and he said, "Then why do you still talk to me, a sinner, why don't you tell the police about these things?" ”

"Curator, remember that question I asked you? I think the angel has already made a choice, so you should turn yourself in and ask for leniency. Jiao Wen said softly.

On the other hand, Conan, who had always suspected that there must be a mystery in this case, also found a lot of evidence, such as the scratches on the paper, and a pen that could not write words, and he also observed that the artwork was deliberately removed.

The only difference from what Jiao Wen observed may be Jiao Wen's professionalism, Conan didn't notice any special meaning of the sweat on the Curator Luohe.

After discovering these things, Conan was surprised to find that his suspect, Curator Luohe, was gone, and hurriedly ran to find Officer Twilight.

"Officer Twilight, where has Curator Luohe gone?" Conan asked, tugging at Officer Twilight's sleeve.

"Oh, I remember that I was taken out by Jiao Wen to speak." Officer Twilight thought back for a moment and spoke to Conan.

"Then I'll go find them." Conan said as he prepared to go outside to find the two men.

"No need to look for it, we're back." Jiao Wen took Curator Luohe to everyone's sight, then looked at everyone and continued to speak, "Curator Luohe has something to say. ”

"Actually, I'm the one who is responsible for this murder." Curator Luohe lowered his head and gently stated the facts.

"Huh?!" Many of those present let out a sound of surprise.

Only Conan looked confused, what is the situation, I just found evidence how the prisoner turned himself in.

"But the curator's name is written on the piece of paper." A more dedicated staff member said.

"Actually, I wrote that piece of paper, and the ballpoint pen that the boss got at that time couldn't write any fonts." Curator Luohe lowered his head and explained to his employees who believed in him.

"I see, no wonder the boss threw the pen away in anger." Maori Kogoro also reacted and asked, "Then why is everything recorded by the surveillance camera?" ”

"That's not a coincidence, whether it's the gap that the boss grabbed or the position of the paper, I've tried it several times." Curator Luohe raised his head, the hair on his face made it difficult to see his current expression.

"Maybe you think it's stupid, it's all just to get rid of the boss Manaka, because he is too selfish to destroy this sacred art museum, so I want to get rid of that demon, he doesn't want to take these my own children from me, and Kuwata, who sells art casually, and I will punish you too." Curator Luohe told all the motives for the killing.

Immediately after the prisoner turned himself in, the case was solved, and Director Luohe was taken away by the police.

After everything was over, Jiao Wen and the five of them came to the door, and it was already dark.

"Brother, what do you mean by the question you asked Mr. Curator at that time?" Conan suddenly thought of this point, and asked Jiao Wen when he was at the door.

"The demon was slain by the holy angel, but in the process, the angel was also contaminated by that bloodstain, wasn't it?" Jiao Wen looked ahead and said his words softly, "No matter how you say it, no matter what reason you have, Curator Luohe has also become a murderer, and he can be regarded as an incarnation of a demon." ”

"Oh, it's over, you don't have to talk about these heavy topics anymore, by the way, a few people, you haven't eaten yet, why don't you come to my house as a guest." Kuroko Shirai, because he has been avoiding this matter, is now in a mood that has recovered, and he sent an invitation to the Maori Kogoro family.

"yes, yes, I'm starving." Mori Kogoro hurriedly agreed.

"Dad~" Mao Lilan looked at his father's performance and felt helpless.

"Okay, Kuroko, you take them to the house first, I'll go buy some vegetables, by the way, Mr. Maori, do you need to bring some wine?" Jiao Wen Mustang put aside those topics and turned his head to say.

"Yes, yes, of course yes." Maori Kogoro said quickly. After all, wine is his favorite.

"Ha, Dad, you really are." Mao Lilan is really getting more and more troubled by his father, who is not boundary, how can he say that, when he goes to someone's house as a guest, he doesn't have any gifts, and he makes other requests.

Conan was still the only one left in the group, and as he turned to leave, he glanced at the closed art museum, his eyes flashing with a complicated look.