The whole painting is very aggressive, with a sense of oppression and a lack of clarity in the subject. So much so that Shiraishi looked at it and hesitated for a moment—it was a little different from the one painted by the puppeteers in the virtual world.

But think about it, although they are the same person, but there is a gap of nearly 20 years between them, and a golden finger that wants something, and the style of painting has changed, which is not incomprehensible.

Fortunately, the position of the organ has not changed.

Shiraishi touched it familiarly, and pressed heavily in the oppression of Sugie Ayami running over with a knife.

Click-

Countless small cracking sounds rang out, followed by the snapping of wood chips.

Under the shocked gaze of Ayami Sugue, the whole painting is turned from left to right, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes a completely different style.

- Against the backdrop of the grassy islands, the sandy beaches in the distance, and the ocean at the very edge, the two people in the center of the picture hug each other, and the hem of their clothes seems to be blowing in the wind.

The men are dressed in modest black kimonos, while the women are dressed in white and unstained, which is common in traditional weddings. White seagulls circled around them, and a little boy stood in front of them bouncing something like a certificate.

Shiraishi was worried that after all this time, the mechanism would have rotted.

However, it turns out that the black technology of this world is quite reliable:

"When you got married, you had a Western-style wedding that your husband preferred.

"But he knows you actually prefer Japanese. So he wants to wait for the spare time and money to give you another wedding that will satisfy you...... But unfortunately, until the end, I couldn't find a chance. ”

Compared to the paintings in the virtual world, the brushstrokes of this one are more jerky.

Sugie Xu has never been good at warm and fresh style, but in front of him, whether it is a painting or a frame, you can see the hard work.

Sugie Ayami's breathing gradually became heavier, she squeezed the knife, tilted her head slightly, and looked at the flawed but bright work in front of her inch by inch.

"This painting, he originally wanted to show it to you after the Chunmiao Awards. I didn't expect to be nominated for the award in the end. He was very dissatisfied with this result, and he also felt ashamed, and even the 'surprise' on the back was embarrassed to show it to you. ”

Shiraishi touched the frame with emotion, and couldn't help but recall the hard days when he hummed and hummed as a carpenter.

After a moment, he came back to his senses and looked at Ayami Sugue, who was motionless: "By the way, he asked me to bring you a few words." I'll just paraphrase it in his tone. ”

Of course, the puppeteer didn't let Shiraishi say anything, and after supplying his wife with a full wedding on the island, the task of stage two was completed.

Bai Shi just felt that this little old man had a lot of responsibilities to come to this point in the real world, so he figured out his heart and acted as a microphone without authorization.

Hearing his words, Sugie Ayami struggled to tear her eyes away from the painting and turned to Shiraishi.

She felt that the person in front of her was simply talking nonsense, her husband was obviously dead, dead for many years. How could she still let someone else bring her a message......

But......

Would love to hear it.

"It's not your fault that you didn't educate your son well, don't punish yourself like this. It's me who only focuses on my work and ignores you and Akio. ”

The kitchen knife slammed to the ground, emitting a series of metallic hums, and finally lay quietly beside the black skirt.

Sugie Ayami glared at Shiraishi, covered her mouth tightly, and only after a while did she squeeze out a vague sentence: "...... Liar, how could he admit that he was wrong. ”

"People change, especially after a big deal." The first person was chosen for the persuasion effect, and Sugie Xu was also OOC, and Shiraishi was actually a little weak-hearted.

So he waved his hand in a preemptive voice, "Don't interject, I haven't finished yet." ”

Sugie Ayami suddenly fell silent, and behind the dried silver-white hair, those eyes stared at him for a moment, as if they were searching for something.

Shiraishi opposite her rubbed his chin and continued to learn Sugie Xu:

"I'm sorry I didn't get you a wedding.

"So I thought you should at least look at this painting, and then take my place and go for the sights I wanted to see but couldn't see. Instead of accompanying that kid, he lived in a cold and damp underground every day, living this dark life. ”

Although she is still charged with illegal detention and obstruction of the investigation, if Akio Sugie doesn't say it, God knows you and I know.

As for Conan and Ayumi, who also saw these...... Two little kids, as witnesses, are also very weak, it shouldn't matter.

The more Shiraishi thought about it, the more he felt that it was feasible. After all, the key person, Akio Sugue, doesn't seem to be too difficult to convince.

While he was thinking about this, Ayami Sugie approached like a ghost.

In Shiraishi's blank gaze, she suddenly raised her hand and touched his chin, which was not covered by the mask.

The tentacles are smooth and warm, without a trace of wrinkles, not like a ghost, not like an old man who is nearly half a hundred years old, full of the unique vitality of young people

The light in Sugie Ayami's eyes slowly dimmed, and she withdrew her hand in Shiraishi's inexplicable gaze and turned to look at the painting.

Because the varnish was applied too early, the picture looked like it was covered with a layer of mist, which should have been a mistake, but at this moment, it accidentally blurred Sugie Asahi's overly sharp brushstrokes.

Sugie Ayami looked at it for a while and said softly:

This is the only oil painting he has not disposed of since he turned sculptor. I always thought that he kept it because he wanted to remember the shame, but I didn't expect ......" She pursed her lips, and the fine wrinkles at the corners of her lips slowly piled up into a smile, "I didn't expect it to be because there was a secret in the painting, and he really could hide it." ”

Shiraishi didn't know what to say, so he could only nod.

"Thank you, I love it." Sugie Ayami stepped forward, closed her eyes gently, and pressed her cheeks to the painting, "It's just a pity that such a pure and beautiful scenery is no longer suitable for me......"

Her heavy skirt swayed with her steps, stirring the room with a strange smell.

It smelled like an earthy smell, but it was mixed with something else, and it didn't smell very pleasant.

Sugie Ayami also seemed to step on something, and there was a subtle clicking sound.

This made Shiraishi look away from her and lowered his head in confusion.

Before I could see it clearly, I only heard a surprised soft "Conan!" A little boy rushed in at the door.

Conan's face was ugly, and he threw himself between Shiraishi and Sugie Ayami, reaching out to dig something in the dirt.

Shiraishi was simply shocked, this courage was a little too big, Sugie Ayami's kitchen knife was still next to him, he rushed in like this, he was not afraid of being held down on the spot?

Thinking so, he glanced at Ayami Sugie again.

I saw the other party snuggling up to the oil painting, and didn't seem to care about this change.

Her slightly hoarse voice soon sounded again, in a gentle tone, and continued to say what she had not finished just now:

"I'm just a person who can't do anything to the real murderer, and I end up angry with others...... Ugly criminals. ”

Conan's movements suddenly stopped.

After a few moments, he slowly pulled out a white skull from the not very solid soil.

Shiraishi's scalp was numb.

He suddenly realized something, and suddenly looked up at Sugie Ayami, and saw that the other party opened his eyes at some point, and the eyes that had precipitated the years were quietly staring at him.

In Bai Shi's complicated line of sight, she smiled and said, "If you want to call the police, can I call the police?" ”

Shiraishi didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only nod silently again.

When it came to the police station, he suddenly remembered the file he had found before, about the burglary and murder of Sugie House.

When rummaging through the pile of files, a piece of paper that was sandwiched in it fell out, and it seemed that the investigator had copied it by hand and sandwiched it in it as a memo.

"Takashi Murata, August 17, Showa 56, reported missing"