While asking about the "black cat", Conan never stopped observing Boss Manaka and Director Ochiai for a moment.

Therefore, although the color of Boss Manaka's suit is on the dark side, Conan still noticed the injury on the other party's shoulder for the first time.

After his gaze swept over the blood on the floor, the walls, the swords thrown aside, and the blood on the Ochiaikan Master's armor, several scenes flashed through his mind in combination with the shape of the blood stains everywhere.

Conan's spirit tensed, he put the vase he had just taken on the ground, ready to kick it out, and his hand pressed the anesthesia table again.

At this moment, a series of footsteps suddenly approached in the corridor behind him.

Conan turned his head vigilantly, only to see that it was Mori Lan and Mori Kogoro running in anxiously.

Mori Kogoro stopped at the entrance of the corridor and looked at Conan with a suspicious expression: "I seem to hear someone screaming?" It won't be you making a fuss in the building. ”

"Of course not......"

Conan looked at the father and daughter and breathed a sigh of relief. Although the uncle's efficiency in solving the case is huge, he is quite sensitive to the incident.

Nodding secretly in his heart, Leng Buding's fist landed on his skull, and Maori Kogoro shouted angrily: "I haven't asked you yet, what did you just run around!" ”

Conan clutched the bag on his head, torn between "telling what happened before" and "keeping his mouth shut", and finally decided to act as if nothing had happened.

It's really useless to say it, it just makes the two of them worry in vain - it's a choice he made after rational judgment, not because he feels ashamed to be locked up in the toilet. Well, that's right, that's it.

So in the face of Mori Kogoro's question, Conan squeezed out an innocent smile and diverted the topic: "Because I heard a strange movement here!" Uncle, guess what's going on here? ”

Without waiting for Mori Kogoro to answer, he said in that exaggerated bear child tone: "That old man in armor seems to have stabbed the fat uncle from behind!" It's scary! ”

"What?!" Maori Kogoro's eyes suddenly became sharp.

The words spoken by a child in a firm tone are always difficult to doubt. Looking at the "gangsters" in the exhibition hall wearing strange armor and stained with blood, Mao Lilan also became nervous, and clenched his fists in fear.

"You're wrong." A retort came, but to Conan's surprise, it was not the assailant who spoke, but the fat boss who had been stabbed.

"......" Director Ochiai was about to admit it just now, but was preempted by the boss of Manaka.

He frowned at the young man who had blocked him behind him, not approving, but Manaka turned around and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Are you going to take this painting to prison with you?" ”

"How could you bring it in......"

Of course, Director Ochiai was reluctant to paint, and even more reluctant to live on his daughter in the painting. But just because his daughter was watching from the side, he couldn't clear his conscience and say that he hadn't done anything.

"I was the one who was cut by you, and such a minor injury can only be regarded as a private dispute, and it should be up to me to decide whether to prosecute or not. And my decision was - to reconcile privately. ”

The real boss is bleeding so much that his back is almost soaked, and his mouth is relaxed.

At this time, he spoke much more neatly than when he was young—it was clear that when his appearance was destroyed by the years, his experience was also growing rapidly along with his weight:

"Black-collar ...... Ahem, the black cat will pick this time, it must be because Aoi wants him to appear now - that is, she doesn't want to see you in jail and doesn't want to be separated from you.

"Are you going to misunderstand her and do something that makes everyone feel uncomfortable?"

These words were very convincing, but they were inevitably very heart-wrenching, and cloudy tears began to flow down the face of the old director of Ochiai. He raised his hand and wiped it fiercely, as if trying to hide his embarrassed posture, and turned his back.

Boss Manaka looked at him and knew that it was a deal.

He breathed a sigh of relief, endured the sharp pain in his shoulder, stood up straight, and turned his head to look at the three alert people at the door:

"It was when I was playing with the Western sword here that I accidentally scratched myself, and the director of the Ochiai Pavilion ran over to help me, so I accidentally got bloodstains."

"Yes...... "Mori Kogoro vaguely felt that something was wrong, "why is that old gentleman wearing armor?" ”

"He's the curator here, this is another medieval pavilion, the curator coss medieval knights, what's the problem?"

The boss has been in office for a long time, and there is still a little bit of momentum that should be there.

After Manaka explained hard, he immediately changed the subject: "Thank you very much for your concern, but instead of asking some inexplicable questions, you might as well call an ambulance for me!" ”

"Ah, yes! I'm sorry! When Mao Lilan heard this, she woke up like a dream, anxious and a little guilty at the same time - how could she just watch from the side in the face of a person who was constantly bleeding......

Her face turned red, and she immediately turned around and rushed out, borrowing a phone from the staff.

Boss Manaka looked at her back, shook his head and laughed, then took out the big brother from his pocket and pressed 120.

"......" doesn't seem to need them to appear at all.

Mori Kogoro nodded at the two of them with some embarrassment, and dragged Conan back.

Conan didn't really want to leave, but remembering the red and swollen eyes of the two people in front of him, he was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and decided not to interfere in this matter again.

Since the person who was cut insisted that it was an accident, and the person who was cut has given up on the action, let them solve it privately, as they say.

However, there is still a wave of reasoning - Conan intuitively feels that if the "Ochiai Curator" succeeds today, it will be a murder case with a lot of skills.

In this medieval pavilion, armor is placed in many places.

The curator deliberately wore it like that, probably to dress up as an ornament in the exhibition hall, and then pick the right time to sneak attack the middle-aged man.

And it certainly wasn't improvised, but it had been planned for a long time - Conan had a good memory, and he immediately thought of a series of anomalies, including the sign in the hallway leading to the Hell Pavilion that read "Do Not Enter".

Thinking of that sign, Conan was slightly stunned, his reasoning about the murder case stalled slightly, and his mind rushed to the other side.

As he lifted the sign, he immediately thought of someone—the neighbor downstairs from the Maori family who had stayed there for a while a few hours earlier.

And according to Mao Lilan, Shiraishi was against her visiting last night, but today he came over by himself, and it was a bit abnormal to think about it......

Reconnect with what happened before...... His anomaly seems to be not the only one.

At the first time at Yoko Okino's house, Shiraishi suddenly fell asleep, and within a few seconds of waking up, he immediately deduced the inside story of the case.

Although Conan found a reason to convince himself that Shiraishi was okay because the days after that were peaceful, he actually remembered this incident all along.

Not long ago, Dr. Ogawa asked them to find the sender of the gift, and when he was in the doctor's car to his place of work, Conan had seen Shiraishi in a bus next door.

One of the stops of that car was Rice Flower General Hospital.

After that, on the surface, the neighbor had nothing to do with the gift case.

But when Conan deduced that Dr. Ogawa's son was in danger and arrived at the scene, Ogino Kei, who was about to commit murder, inexplicably gave up his action and knelt there holding Dr. Ogawa's son and cried bitterly.

It's almost like ...... Just like the two people in the Hell Pavilion just now!

Conan only felt a flash of light flash in his head.

- Both cases were attempted, and Shiraishi had been to the scene before the crime, and after that, the man in black had appeared...... Oh, it looks like I should call him Black Cat now.

In short, although there is no strong evidence, Conan intuitively feels that Shiraishi and the black cat may be the same person.

Of course, there are differences: the black cat seems to be a little taller, the two people have different voices, and judging by the lower half of their faces, they also look different.

But because he has a magical mother who is good at casual clothes, Conan's thinking is unusually open in this regard:

The height can be adjusted by the height pad, and in terms of sound, some people can change their voice perfectly without a voice changer.

As for the difference in face - perhaps after he changed his face, he deliberately put on a half-face mask to confuse others to audition.

After all, when a scam is exposed, many people will unconsciously relax, so as to ignore the second scam hidden under the scam, and Black Cat may take advantage of this psychology.

It's entirely possible, after all...... That's a mysterious magician!

……

"Speaking of which, dressing up so terrible, why do you want to take the cute code name of 'Black Cat', it's like the old hero in the comedy movies of the last century." Conan really can't understand this:

"In terms of behavior, it seems that he is doing some good deeds to stop the murder or persuade others to turn themselves in, but he has to put on a bad face......"

When Dr. Asa was asked to investigate the information related to the "black cat", Conan complained on the phone.

He described the appearance of the man in black, the way he dressed, and the common behavior patterns, but he only mentioned the characteristics of the onmyoji.

Conan was, after all, a staunch materialist, and he felt that this was of little value.

"It's probably a personal hobby, heroes have a lot of quirks, or he happens to have a black cat, so he casually uses it as a contemporary name."

Dr. Asasa said as he looked at the countless "black cats" on the screen, very big.

This nickname is so popular, and there are some real black cats mixed in the middle, which is really hard to tell.

Looking at the materials, Dr. Asa suddenly remembered one thing:

"By the way, you have time to come over in the evening - I made a new thing, haha, you must like it."

……

In the café, Shiraishi didn't know that Conan was trying to rip off his waistcoat as if he were hanging it.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't be too worried.

The protagonist will certainly not believe in out-of-body souls, and as long as he and "Black Tie" appear next to him at the same time, Conan Hachiseitsu will dispel his suspicions in the same way that he sees Shinichi Kudo and Conan at the same time.

"I should have thought of a title in advance."

Shiraishi sat in the café, drinking the instant soup made from the powder bought in the supermarket, and regretted it a little:

"The nickname 'Black Tie' sounds like my unpredictable and eccentric image, but it's not handsome at all."

"Actually, it's fine." Butterfly Shinobu stood behind the counter, his mouth was sweet as if he had smeared honey, and secretly kicked a discarded pot into the corner under his feet:

"The tie feels mature and elegant, and it fits your image very well."

"Thank you, but no matter how much you praise me, I won't be able to afford to buy more pots for the time being......" Shiraishi keenly heard the slight sound of steel and wood scraping against the floor, and he reflexively touched his wallet and sighed haggardly.

Although the money has not run out, Shiraishi has gradually become accustomed to the routine of the Q version of the profiteer who lives on the screen.

In order to prevent her from being able to afford the goods she wants, she must always save a little in her passbook.

After a friendly exchange with the staff and a wave of bizarre props, Shiraishi walked through the door behind the counter, returned home, changed into pajamas, set up Coke, and turned on the light screen.

There is only one task in the taskbar at the moment:

【Save the Lost Jumping Between Art and Money x2】[Completed]

He poked it open to check the reward, and this time, as before, it was very uninspiring:

【100,000 yen】

[[N] Fragments of Memory]

[Random Item [Click to Draw]]

Shiraishi slammed the Coke, took a sip, and then reached out and pressed it to the last line, and began to touch the prize for today's share.

The font scrolled quickly, and when it was slowly frozen, the line was actually split into two lines.

This has never been done before.

Shiraishi was slightly stunned, put down the Coke on his lips, leaned over to take a closer look, and found that what he drew this time was a little strange-

【Butterfly (Defective)】

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