It's another day, and Xiaoxiao also goes to school at Didan High School with Mumu and Xiaosheng as usual.

After a morning class, the gossip garden suddenly mysteriously approached Xiaolan and Xiaoxiao, showing off: "Do you know the medieval armor that can walk?"

Xiaolan shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

At this moment, the garden was even more proud, she laughed, and said in a sneering voice: "It's the Rice Flower Art Museum, where there is walking armor." ”

"Really, fake. Xiaolan was amazed.

"Of course it's true, the news has spread around there. The garden patted his chest and reassured.

"Sounds like a lot of fun, so let's check it out. Curious Xiaolan couldn't help but suggest.

"Yo, Xiaolan, aren't you afraid of medieval ghosts?" the garden deliberately scared Xiaolan with a gloomy voice.

Xiaolan swallowed her saliva, she was actually quite scared in her heart, but in order not to be made fun of, she immediately retorted: "Who is afraid, I think it's interesting anyway, so let's go and see it together." It's a holiday tomorrow, so let's go together. ”

"Tomorrow, I have something. Yuan Zi said with a regretful face.

"That's it......" Xiaolan turned her head and smiled at Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, do you want to go together?"

"Yes. Xiaoxiao agreed without hesitation.

"That's great, by the way, Mume and Kosage should go with us, and I'll call my dad and Conan again. Xiaolan said happily.

When Xiao Sheng heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said suspiciously: "Are you sure you didn't want us to give you courage?"

Xiaolan blushed and shouted in shame: "I hate it, what nonsense are you talking about! I'm a karate master, very strong!"

Mu Mu and Xiao Sheng nodded in unison, if it was just a daily fan, it was indeed very strong.

......

The next day, the sun was shining, and Uncle Maori and Conan obediently agreed to go to the art museum together under the intimidation of Xiaolan's iron fist, but yesterday Uncle drank too much, so some couldn't get up.

I finally arrived at the art museum, but it was almost noon.

Looking at the signboard of the 'Medieval Art Exhibition' in front of him, Uncle Maori looked up at the sun hanging high in the sky again, and muttered, "It's almost noon, let's go eat first......

Xiaolan had a black line on her head and shouted, "Dad, haven't you just eaten it? ”

"Haha, sad uncle!" Seeing the Maori uncle in front of him being reprimanded, Xiao Sheng gloated and snickered.

Seeing this, Conan couldn't help but roll his eyes and complained, "You're a little unkind." ”

"Then what are you doing with the corners of your mouth grinning so wide? Fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter. The little saint shrugged, and then shouted to the uncle who was slumping forward, "Uncle, Conan is laughing at you. ”

"Damn little ghost~" Uncle Maori turned around suddenly, walked over in three or two steps, and then smashed a hard punch on Conan's head, and poor Conan suddenly became an uncle's punching bag.

"Bang~"

"Ah~"

Looking at Conan's angry appearance, Xiao Sheng showed a smug expression, and then quickly followed the large army.

"You guy......" Conan looked at Xiao Sheng angrily, but found that the soul fade had gone away, "Soul fade, you lack virtue soul fade!"

Xiaolan and several girls were the first to enter the art museum, and as soon as they entered, looking at those brightly colored paintings, Xiaolan's mood suddenly improved.

"There are so many beautiful paintings, Sister Xiaobai, smile, look here, such beautiful colors. ”

Xiaobai was very cheerful, and Xiaoxiao was wandering out of the world, not knowing what he was thinking. As for Uncle Maori and Mume, they seem to be lacking in interest, they don't have artistic cells.

"You like this painting very much, don't you, miss. Suddenly, an old voice sounded behind Xiao Lan, Xiao Lan turned around in surprise, and saw a semi-bald, long and white old man with a kind gaze, scanning many works of art, and then said with emotion, "I also like this painting, ah no, I should like all the works here, they are like my children, so cute......"

Xiaolan asked suspiciously, "That, may I ask ...... you are?"

"Ah, what a faux pas, I'm the curator here, and my surname is Ochiai. ”

"Ah, it's Mr. Curator, I'm so embarrassed. ”

"Okay, please enjoy it slowly......"

As Director Ochiai spoke, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a staff member who was holding the work, and immediately, he roared angrily, "Kuwata, what are you doing? Didn't I say that you must wear gloves when you take the work? Can you afford to break it?"

The Maori family was taken aback by this explosion, and they all looked at the old curator who suddenly went berserk.

"Ah...... I'm sorry......" Wata, who looked very obscene and angry, was frightened by this sudden shouting and scolding, and almost didn't throw the painting on the wall, he let go of his hand, lowered his head, and quickly apologized, but a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

"Get out, you don't have to do it, Ijima is here for you. Director Ochiai retreated from the valley and commanded a capable man named Iijima not far away.

"Okay. Iijima replied.

Wakita snorted coldly and left, going to sort out another pile of replica armor.

Everyone looked at each other, and they all felt that Director Ochiai really liked the works here, otherwise he wouldn't be furious because of some details. At that moment, a mocking voice came from behind everyone.

"It's still the same as usual, there are no tourists!"

"Really...... Boss!"

"It's going to be closed in ten days, and before it closes, these rusty broken copper and iron will trouble you......"

Director Ochiai and Iijima: "!!"

The person who spoke to Director Ochiai was an arrogant and domineering middle-aged man with a mustache, and after a few sarcastic remarks, he walked aside with his designer.

When Xiaolan heard the conversation between them, she immediately wondered, "Is this art museum really going to close?"

Director Ochiai sighed helplessly, and explained the reason for the incident, it turned out that due to the impact of the financial crisis, the former owner of this art museum went bankrupt and had to sell it, and the guy named Manaka promised to continue to run the museum, who knew that he would reverse his word and prepare to turn this place into a hotel.

Now, it's a pity that this 50-year-old museum is gone.

Xiaolan felt very sorry, she really liked it here, but unfortunately, she didn't have the ability to change anything.

Not far away, Wata was warned by Manaka to pay off the money he owed, and in anger, Wakuta threw away the replica helmet in his hand.

When Conan saw it inadvertently, his heart jumped, and he secretly shouted, "Oh no, that old man is going crazy again!".

However, to his surprise, Director Ochiai just glanced at it lightly, let Xiaolan and the others slowly appreciate it, and left with Iijima.

Conan: "???"

"Conan, let's go. Xiaolan reminded.

......

While everyone leisurely visited the works in the museum and improved their artistic accomplishment, somewhere in the art museum, a middle-aged man appeared out of thin air.

This person is dressed in black, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a handful of goatee, and he looks righteous and awe-inspiring, and he doesn't seem to be a bad person.

"What is this place? Hey, these things...... It's from the Western Regions, well, it's all magnificent, isn't it the Imperial Palace?"

"No, what the palace is like, this king knows best...... Wait, I seem to be dead, is this the underworld?"

The middle-aged man looked around, full of doubts in his heart, but when he felt the endless internal force in his body, his self-confidence came up again.

At this time, Boss Manaka walked over from the corridor alone, and then ignored the middle-aged man who was staring at him and left directly.

Seeing that this person ignored himself, the middle-aged man's eyes froze, and he had a plan in his heart, so he turned around, and with a turn of internal strength, he sucked the boss of Zhenzhong over.

"Flax fall~"