Mao Lilan didn't really know much about the true martial arts, but with her innate talent and intuition, she still keenly sensed that there seemed to be something missing in the hands of Director Ochiai.

"It's kendo, but it looks like ......," Moriran frowned.

The kendo in her mind should be the kind of kendo with a katana in hand, but the feeling that Director Ochiai gave her was a little different.

It's like...... What else should I wear?

"Sister Xiaolan, Sister Xiaolan!"

While Maorilan was thinking, Conan tugged at her sleeve and reminded:

"Ochiai-chan, let's walk into the 'Hall of Hell', oh, let's go along and have a look, shall we?"

"How can that work!?"

Maoliran did not hesitate to reject Conan's offer.

The director of Ochiai just now, the feeling it brought to her, was like Sister Tsukamoto Shumei who was about to participate in the finals, and no one should enter.

"Didn't Director Ochiai just say that he was going to talk to that Mr. Manaka about business, it's rude for us to disturb them at this time!"

"But...... Sister Xiaolan, didn't you think just now that the armor that can walk on its own should be in the 'Hall of Hell'?"

"That's it! Let's go find Mu Yuanjun first, and Director Ochiai didn't say that we weren't allowed to visit."

Go to Mu Yuan first?

Conan, who wanted to persuade two more sentences, instantly closed his mouth.

He didn't care about the 'self-propelled armor', but his real purpose was to find out what the organization wanted to do in the museum.

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[Although the exhibition hall that is not open is very suspicious, as long as you can keep an eye on Mu Yuan...... You will definitely know the true purpose of the organization! 】

"Okay, Sister Xiaolan, then let's go find Brother Muyuan!" Conan's eyes rolled, and an innocent smirk appeared on his face again.

"You...... This kid ......" Maoliran frowned, vaguely aware that Conan seemed to have another purpose.

…

At the Rice Flower Art Museum, on the sofa in the director's office, Mu Yuan closed his eyes lightly, and was taking advantage of his rare leisure to check the progress of the inscription of the second heart pattern.

"It's already about 40 percent, and if Dr. Asasa can fulfill the agreement, he should be able to increase it by another 40 percent...... Sure enough, the more people you get to know who are perfect for the heart, the faster the heart pattern will be inscribed."

opened his eyes, picked up the black tea on the coffee table and took a sip, Mu Yuan secretly thought to himself.

"You can collect a wave of perfect mood sand every day for breakfast, you can collect a wave of special conversations when you meet, and you can ...... specific preferences of specific characters."

Crunch!

The sudden opening of the office door interrupted Mu Yuan's thoughts.

"Brother Muyuan!" Conan rushed over with an enthusiastic face, sat directly beside Mu Yuan, and said innocently, "Just now I saw the curator grandpa taking Mr. Manaka to the Hall of Hell, oh, aren't you here to talk to Boss Manaka about business?" I guess it's going to pass, right?"

"The Hall of Hell?" Mu Yuan put down the teacup, his eyes skimmed over the yin and yang weird elementary school students, and looked at Xiaolan, who could speak well.

….

Goosebumps were raised because of Conan's performance, and the corners of Maolilan's mouth twitched slightly, explaining, "'The Hall of Hell, which is a themed exhibition hall of the Medieval Art Exhibition, is the room at the end of the corridor outside the door, Mu Yuanjun, do you want to go there?"

"What ...... I"

Mu Yuan looked down at Conan, who quickly hid the scrutiny in his gaze and replaced it with an innocent smirk.

Mu Yuan shook his head - with Conan here, things are probably going to be troublesome again.

Originally, as long as you spend a little lawyer's fee, you can easily meet the boss of Manaka and transfer the mark in the heart circle of Director Ochiai to the other party, but now it seems that it should not be so simple.

"Xiaolanxiao

Sister, how is your investigation?"

Mu Yuan turned his head to look at Mao Lilan and asked casually, most of his consciousness was focused on the spiritual imprint in the circle of Director Ochiai's heart.

He planned to take a look at the situation on Director Ochiai's side before making further plans.

"Ah, I've already visited all the suspicious places at the scene as Officer Sato said, and then questioned a few employees in the museum, Mr. Kuwata said......

Moriran earnestly recounted the techniques he had learned from Miwako Sato, and in front of his eyes was a set of heavy medieval armor.

[What is Director Ochiai doing, and why is he wearing armor?] 】

Mu Yuan was slightly stunned, and with the help of the bird's-eye perspective of the spiritual imprint, he observed the environment around Director Ochiai, and soon found that Director Ochiai was behind a black curtain, and through the gap in the curtain, he could vaguely see that there was a strange exhibition hall outside that was dimly lit and a little depressing.

The light at the entrance of the exhibition hall shone on the ground, showing a chubby figure, presumably someone waiting at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

The black curtain just blocked the doorway, so that Mu Yuan couldn't see the person's face clearly.

After trying a few more angles to no avail, Mu Yuan had to retract his attention and look at Director Ochiai again.

Then I was a little surprised to find that Director Ochiai had already put on that heavy armor.

This armor doesn't look light, and if you haven't worn it many times, you can't wear it alone.

Obviously, Director Ochiai must have practiced many times, and besides, his strength ...... It's also a little unusual, not at all like what an old man of his age should have.

What does he want to do......

Mu Yuan frowned, and planned to go over and take a look for himself.

Although he promised vodka to solve the boss of Manaka, he never thought of causing a fatality.

Boss Manaka is just an ordinary person, and it is easy for him to grasp it with a spiritual imprint.

Moreover, instead of letting the real boss disappear completely, it is better to let the other party be willing, and it will be more profitable to be a cow and a horse, and Gin, who is secretly accumulating strength to play against the organization, will definitely be happier.

Causing a fatality is easy to attract unwanted attention.

Thinking of this, Mu Yuan stood up.

"Miss Xiaolan, let's go over and have a look."

Mao Lilan, who had just finished talking about the results of his investigation, was stunned, "Eh, can we go over too?"

….

"Well, yes," Mu Yuan nodded, "After all, Miss Xiaolan, didn't you and Conan want to see that 'armor that can walk on its own,'" It's right there...... Huh?"

Mu Yuan was just halfway through his words, when suddenly the whole person froze in place.

Conan, who had been following Mu Yuan and secretly observing Mu Yuan's expression, noticed the abnormality for the first time.

"Brother Muyuan? Brother Muyuan, what's wrong with you!?"

"Hell Hall...... Fast...... Go to ......"

Mu Yuan turned his head with difficulty, gritted his teeth and said a few words, and suddenly his eyes kept up, and the whole person fell to the sofa on the side.

"Mu Yuanjun!" Mao Lilan exclaimed.

Conan was too close and was unfortunately kicked to the ground by Mu Yuan's raised foot.

He didn't care about crying out for pain, and hurriedly stepped forward to check Mu Yuan's vital signs, and after making sure that there were no signs of poisoning and suffocation, he shouted to Mao Lilan: "Xiaolan, call an ambulance, you look at Mu Yuan here, I'll go over and take a look!"

"This ...... Okay." Maoliran hesitated, but finally agreed to Conan's proposal.

Although it may be dangerous to let Conan investigate alone, it is true that Mu Yuan cannot be left unattended.

In this way, Mao Lilan took out his mobile phone and dialed the emergency number, and Conan ran to the corridor outside the door in a puff of smoke, and Mu Yuan ......

This picture is presenting before his eyes:

The director of the Ochiai Museum, dressed in medieval armor, is quiet

Walked to an empty booth with a sigh, holding a double-edged knight's sword, staring directly at the 'Heavenly Punishment, oil painting' on the opposite side, and the blood-red flames burned all over his body......

It was this kind of flame that firmly imprisoned Mu Yuan's consciousness in the mental mark, and he couldn't get out.

[Director Ochiai, it turned out to be a martial artist......]

Through the heart circle full of cracks, and personally feeling the power of martial arts on the body of Director Ochiai, Mu Yuan suddenly had a new understanding.

[Spirit, mind, and the breath that represents the vitality of life, the three are one to completely control their own emotions...... It should be called the power of the mind, which combines the 'mind and body' into one...... Is this the essence of martial arts? 】

[If that's the case, maybe I can ...... too]

"Boss Manaka, the adult has arrived, you can come in!"

At this time, the director of the Ochiai Pavilion in the armor suddenly shouted.

Mu Yuan then concentrated his attention and carefully observed Director Ochiai's next moves.

Through the changes in the circle of Director Ochiai's heart, Mu Yuan had already noticed that the boss of Manaka would not live long.

"Really, the guy who hides his head and tail......" At the door of the Hell Hall, Boss Manaka cursed secretly, but his face was full of flattering smiles, "Ahaha, you really have a good eye...... Huh?"

The space in the exhibition hall is not very large, and although the lighting is a little dim, you can still see the situation in front of you vaguely.

The boss of Manaka, who didn't see the figure, quickly frowned, "What about people? Feed! What are you doing...... Ochiai?"

Boss Manaka grumbled as he continued deeper into the Hall of Hell, unimperticably approaching the armor in the corner of the exhibition hall.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Boss Manaka turned his head and seemed to have found something.

….

He frowned and walked towards Director Ochiai's armor......

At the same time, Mu Yuan clearly felt that the 'qi' on Director Ochiai's body suddenly melted into his body, making Director Ochiai enter a state of 'turtle breath,', and there was no breath on his body, as if he had become a real armor.

"Cut, what, it turned out to be a lump of broken copper and iron!" Curator Manaka quickly denied his judgment and turned around, turning his back to the armor and yelling impatiently, "Are you stalling for time? I don't have time to ...... with you."

Zheng!

At the moment when the boss of Manaka was most relaxed, the blade of the sword with a cold light like snow suddenly towered towards the dome.

The heavy two-handed knight's sword was held high by Director Ochiai like a toy, and it crackled down like a sickle!

Puff——!

"Ugh!

！」

The sound of flesh tearing and the screams of Boss Manaka sounded one after another.

Boss Manaka clutched his shoulders and fell to the table on the side, and just as he was about to turn around to look at his attacker, a huge black shadow rose up in the sky and flew over his head.

Dozens of kilograms of full-body knight armor, carrying huge kinetic energy, has jumped more than three meters away in the blink of an eye.

The howling wind blew by, and the huge momentum couldn't help but make people wonder if the impending landing would directly smash out a deep pit on the floor of the exhibition hall.

However......

There was a soft click.

The mountains are toppling, but they are falling like feathers.

With a tap of his toes, the head of the Ochiai Pavilion, who was heavily riding on the full body armor, turned into the most athletic cheetah, and the light sound of landing did not even wake up a speck of dust.

"You, it's you! ...... the hell you?"

At a glance, Boss Manaka recognized the true identity of Director Ochiai, but before he could ask, facing the two of them, the oil painting made Boss Manaka's eyes widen suddenly.

From his point of view, Director Ochiai, who was standing quietly in front of the painting, happened to coincide with the demon slayer knight in the painting.

He's trying to slay the devil!

Boss Manaka instantly understood the purpose of Director Ochiai, and moved back in a panic

Moving his body, "No, you can't ......."

"You'd better look behind you first!" Curator Ochiai, who was posing, suddenly spoke.

"Behind you?" Boss Manaka subconsciously turned his head, and soon saw the note on the wall, "Wa...... Field? You're a guy!"

Boss Manaka took down the note, noticed the high-grade ballpoint pen on the table, and picked up the pen and scribbled it on the paper without thinking about it.

At the same time, Director Ochiai also moved again.

With a twist of his heel and a little tiptoe, the Demon Slayer Knight leaped high again, a sensitive and heavy thud across the room, reflecting the cold light like a crescent moon hanging in the air......

"No—"

Poof!

The blade of the sword, which burned with blood-red flames, was wrapped in all the impact and crackled heavily in front of Boss Manaka!

The screams that had not yet come out were then frozen.

Mu Yuan can clearly feel that the power of this sword can completely crack the real boss in half!

However, the tip of Ochiai's sword only happened to break the collarbone and ribs of Boss Manaka, and did not hurt his internal organs at all...... Severe pain, but not fatal!

"Ho, ho......" Boss Manaka's body was no longer able to move, only his lips were still trembling slightly, and he let out a meaningless moan.

Mu Yuan could see that there was still a trace of hope for life in his eyes, and he was really the boss...... It's begging for mercy.

Director Ochiai also saw the other party's plea for mercy, but he took a step forward without hesitation, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed Boss Manaka's neck.

The whimpering sound stopped abruptly.

The boss of Manaka, who weighed at least two hundred pounds, was actually lifted high by Director Ochiai's left hand and pressed against the wall.

In the next second, in the frightened and helpless gaze of the boss of Manaka, the blade of the sword was like a rainbow, piercing through the throat.

Zheng!

The blade of the sword goes deep into the wall.

Smack......

Hands hanging down weakly, slamming against the wall, announcing the demise of the devil.

The painting 'Heavenly Punishment, Finished.

"Stop, stop!

！」

A belated declaration of justice came from the door.

Conan was greeted by a sword master as light as a swallow, and an iron fist that came from a horizontal hammer.

Bang!

The melon is not bowed