Conan's eyes darkened, and his small body lay straight back.

Seeing that, the back of his head was about to smash on the hard marble floor of the museum.

If he falls this time, Rao is Conan is not tall, and at least he will have a concussion and brain injury.

Fortunately, at the last moment, the director of Ochiai, who was dressed in knight's armor, stretched out his hand and bent down agilely, and Conan was lucky to escape.

"Alas......"

Under the heavy armor, Director Ochiai let out a long sigh.

He didn't want to do anything to Conan, but this kid couldn't have come at the right time.

If he didn't knock the kid unconscious, his identity would be revealed immediately, which was not the outcome he wanted.

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"From the moment the knights put on their armor, all that was left was to advance and charge......

After slowly orienting Conan and letting him lean against the corner, Director Ochiai pushed up the visor of his helmet and said softly:

"Don't worry, kid, I won't run away, just ......"

Director Ochiai looked at the 'Heavenly Punishment' painting hanging on the wall again.

Although the knight who represents justice has killed the demon, he himself is bathed in the blood of the demon, and even the sunlight that pierces the dark clouds cannot illuminate the knight's faceplate, as if announcing the fate of the knight after falling into darkness - the light can never appear in front of the knight.

"If I really can't see the light again, I'm afraid I'll be like the knight in the painting, right?"

"Fortunately, old man...... You can still see it! ”

Suddenly, Director Ochiai stood up and reached out to copy the long-handled mop behind the corner of the wall in his hand.

With a flick of his left hand, the head of the mop fell to the ground, and with a wave of his right hand, the wooden round handle actually made a metallic soft sound in his hand.

Zheng!

"The future owner of this art museum can only be him!"

The heavy visor fell again, and there was a 'stuck' sound, and Director Ochiai, who was wearing a knight's heavy armor and holding a long-handled mop, walked towards the staff lounge step by step.

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…

As Director Ochiai temporarily put away his 'qi', Mu Yuan finally found an opportunity to take his consciousness back from the mental mark.

Immediately afterward, Maolilan's anxious cry sounded in his ears:

"Mu Yuanjun? Mu Yuanjun, are you okay? ”

As if he noticed that Mu Yuan had moved, Mao Lilan hurriedly leaned over and asked with a concerned face.

But she didn't expect that Mu Yuan, who was still with straight eyes just now and didn't respond to any call, actually stood up in an instant and bypassed her as if nothing happened.

"Huh? Mu Yuanjun, you ......"

"Miss Xiaolan, can you please give Officer Twilight a call?"

In a blink of an eye, Mu Yuan, who had already come to the door of the office, turned around and asked.

"Ah, of course that's fine, but...... What shall I say? ”

"Let's just say that there is a death in the Rice Flower Art Museum, and I hope he can come as soon as possible, if it's too late...... There will probably be a lot more deaths. ”

"Okay, I'll ...... Huh!? ”

Mao Lilan, who had just taken out his mobile phone, raised his head suddenly, his eyes widened in shock.

However, Mu Yuan's figure had disappeared into the corridor outside the door.

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…

"Ahh You, who are you, ah! Don't fight anymore, that's really all I know...... Yes! ”

Outside the staff lounge, Kuwata's screams were heard through the heavy wooden door into the hallway.

In the hallway, a figure in a robe reached out and screwed it on the doorknob, unsurprisingly unscrewed.

"Do you want to force Kuwata to confess his crimes and find the location of the Manaka family......

Makito recalled the change in the circle of heart when Director Ochiai left the Hall of Hell, and combined with the current situation, he quickly deduced the true purpose of Director Ochiai.

Director Ochiai wanted to force the heir of the Manaka family to agree to sell the museum to the person he had chosen.

If the other party does not agree......

The knight who had just been tainted by the blood of the demons was about to turn into a real demon.

"I don't mean to get away with it, I just want the real family to sell the museum to me?"

Mu Yuan frowned slightly, he didn't want to buy any art museum.

Even if Director Ochiai can keep the price very low, it will definitely not be lower than ten figures, and this piece of land alone is worth this price.

But Mu Yuan knows that the real estate of this book will be ...... in the future Many, many years will not pick up. He also didn't want to risk a heavily armored knight running out of prison and chasing after him to play with remodeling. Plus the losers on Dr. Asasa and Ashbara's side...... The experiment is normal wear and tear, how can Erquan Temple have the money to buy any museum?

"Is there any way to solve this matter perfectly......"

Listening to the constant cries coming from the lounge, Mu Yuan fell into deep thought.

Let Gin Sang take a shot and lead people to arrange anti-equipment sniping?

Alert the police to bring heavy firepower to the Ochiai curator in uniform?

Or maybe give a call to Zhen-san who is practicing abroad?

……

Having seen the violence and strength of Director Ochiai, various coping strategies quickly flashed through Muyuan's mind.

But without exception, there are some flaws.

The most important thing is that these helpers he can think of have secrets that cannot be revealed to the other party, and they are rashly found without design, and they have all kinds of exposure risks.

Could it be that it can only be forced......

Just when Mu Yuan felt that he could only choose one at random and quickly solve this matter, a cute figure with a bow tied to his bangs suddenly appeared in his mind.

"If it's her...... Feasible. ”

With his extraordinary mental strength, Mu Yuan quickly repeated the plan in his mind three times, then raised his foot and kicked towards the door of the staff lounge in front of him.

Bang!

The lock of the gate was kicked off.

In the lounge, Kuwata, who was lying on the ground and didn't know what to write, looked at the same time as Director Ochiai, who had just raised the mop pole above his head.

"Help, help!" Wata was the first to react and urgently called for help.

However, after glancing at Mu Yuan, Director Ochiai quickly turned his head and rushed to the window of the lounge.

"Director Ochiai, if you leave now, the museum won't be able to keep it."

Mu Yuan's calm voice stopped Director Ochiai, who had just raised his elbow and was about to crash into the glass window.

The heavy armor made it impossible to see the expression on his face, but through the constantly flickering heart circle, Mu Yuan clearly sensed the hesitation in his heart.

Mu Yuan then continued: "Even if the people of the Zhenzhong family agreed to you in person, and even signed a contract, wouldn't they regret it after you were arrested? ”

"The humiliation and anger in their hearts will only make them redouble their revenge, not only will they not sell the museum to me again, but they will complete the renovation of the museum at a faster pace, when the time ...... What else can you do? ”

…

"I ......"

Under the bloodstained helmet, Director Ochiai finally spoke, but before he could finish speaking, Mu Yuan spoke again:

"Kill them...... Will it solve the problem? ”

Winter! The mop rod in the hand of the Ochiai curator fell to the ground, and his eyes widened for a moment under the armor, looking at Mu Yuan in disbelief.

"How did you ......?"

"I told you, Director Ochiai, as long as you do what I say, you will definitely be able to keep the museum."

"I ......"

The room was quiet again, except for Kuwata, who was hiding behind the coffee table, still making noise with his rapid breathing.

Under the armor is the Ochiai curator? Did he kill someone? Those bloody ...... on the armor Is it true!?

Goo Dong ......

Kuwata clutched the leg of the coffee table, and kept scanning his eyes at Makito and Director Ochiai with a frightened face.

Mu Yuan's words just now made him a little confused, whether the two people in the house were in a group or not, so he didn't even dare to shout for help anymore.

After a long period of silence, the first to break the silence was the sound of an ambulance outside the window.

Joy suddenly appeared on Wata's face, and he thought that he couldn't tell the difference between an ambulance and a police siren.

Immediately afterwards, there was also movement on the side of Director Ochiai.

"Mu Yuan presides over ......" He finally took off his mask and revealed his true colors.

Looking at Director Ochiai's thick eyebrows and beard of incredible length, Kuwata suddenly jumped up, and somewhere he got the courage, and asked loudly, "Sure enough, it's you, you, what happened to Boss Manaka?" You murderous ......"

Sou!

The heavy knight's helmet turned into an afterimage and smashed straight into Wata's face.

"Quack......" There was a strange scream, and Wata, whose face was a little deformed, fell the floor with a 'bang'.

"Host Mu Yuan, I believe in you." Director Ochiai withdrew his hand and took a deep breath, "What do you want me to do?" ”

Mu Yuan glanced at the unconscious Wa Tian and said calmly: "According to what I said, confess your feelings to the police in due course." ”

"Okay."

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…

"What!? Director Ochiai has already been arrested? ”

In the ambulance, Conan, who woke up leisurely, looked at Mao Lilan with a shocked face, and said urgently:

"It's Mu Yuan...... Ahem, did Brother Muyuan catch Director Ochiai? ”

"Not really!" Mao Lilan rolled his eyes, "It was the police who conducted a close search of the scene and found a copy of the contract in the director's office when the boss Manaka purchased the museum, which determined the motive of Director Ochiai." ”

"Rice Flower Art Museum's purchase contract, copy?" Conan quickly frowned, "How could that stuff end up in Director Ochiai's office?" He seems to be just an employee of the museum, right? How can Mazhong rest assured......"

"It was Director Ochiai who found the contract at the boss's house and took it out to make a copy." Mao Liran patiently explained, "Director Ochiai has long known that when the owner of Manaka bought the art museum, he was able to get a low price because he promised the previous owner that he would not rebuild the museum for his own use, so he was dissatisfied with the boss of Manaka and found the contract of the year to confront him.

But I didn't expect that the boss of Manaka completely refused to admit the handwritten additional clauses behind the contract, and only said that the director of Ochiai secretly wrote it, and insisted on converting the museum into a hotel, which caused this tragedy. ”

“…… Wait a minute! Sister Xiaolan, you mean, those additional terms are handwritten? Is it the same on the copy that the police found? Conan looked up suddenly, three words written all over his face - something is wrong!

Mao Lilan nodded, "Yes, the terms on the copy are also handwritten, but the signature of the boss is exactly the same as found on other documents, so there should be no problem, it's just ......"

"What's it?" Conan sat up eagerly.

"That's it...... The documents at the front of the contract were stained with ink, and only the handwritten manuscript at the end was still legible. ”

"What!?"

Conan's eyes widened in amazement, and he almost said, 'You lied to the ghost?' Four words came out.

Not to mention how the director of Ochiai, a part-time worker, was able to touch the important documents in the boss's house, just the two points that the handwriting and the rest of the documents were all contaminated were suspicious enough, plus the police broke the eucalyptus independently...... It's definitely a fake!

Was it forged by the director of the Ochiai Gang of Muyuan?

Why did he do it?

Is it the organization......

"By the way, Conan, you can sign it too."

While Conan was meditating, Mao Lilan suddenly took out a propaganda board.

Conan subconsciously took the propaganda board and read out the words on it.

"Letter of solidarity for the continuation of the operation of the Rice Flower Art Museum...... The Rice Flower Art Museum is one of the few cultural facilities in Rice Flower Town, and it already exists...... The initiator, Chika Fujiwara? ”

"Oh, by the way, Conan, you haven't met Miss Qianhua, Miss Qianhua is a friend of Mu Yuanjun, and it seems that she is the only heir to a political family."

"A political family?" Conan was slightly stunned, looked at the letter of solidarity in his hand again, and frowned, "How can someone sign this kind of thing...... Well? ”

Conan, who took the pen and was about to sign it, was stunned for a moment, and his mind once again recalled what Mao Lilan had said.

"A treacherous and unscrupulous businessman who treats the museum as his own child, the poor curator who even kills people in order to protect the museum, plus the heir to a political family...... No way!? ”

"Sister Xiaolan!" Conan looked at Xiaolan again and said urgently, "Just now, did this Sister Qianhua also go?" Did anyone else show up other than the police? ”

"Miss Chika is still studying at Hidechi-in, and it was Makito who wrote down her dictated initiative, as for whether there are any other people at the scene of the eucalyptus...... "Mao Lilan stretched out his hand and touched his cheek, and said cutely, "Miss Mizuno Reina of Nikmii TV has been here, and I remember that she also interviewed Director Ochiai." Mao Lilan reached out and touched his cheek, and said cutely.

"It's enough to set off a hot topic, the headlines on the front page that will be published soon, and the joint initiative that will be prepared first...... It turns out that they hit this idea! Conan glared at the signing board in his hand with anger on his face, gritted his teeth and muttered, "What kind of good initiative is this to jointly protect Rice Flower Town, it is simply the first political capital of a new politician!" ”

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The next day, the publication of various newspapers and periodicals in Tokyo spread rapidly.

I bought a new warehouse, wiped my sweat with five barrels of cement filled with vodka overnight, picked up the newspaper next to me and looked at it, and then gasped.

"Shhhh......h What a terrible death! ”

Looking at the accompanying pictures in the newspaper, even vodka couldn't help but smack his lips.

"Oh?" Gin, whose face was full of tiredness, opened his eyes, took the newspaper in Vodka's hand and looked at it for a moment, and a sneer gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The management of the art museum is entrusted to Erquan Temple...... Twilight Thirteen is a very good guy. ”

"Hey, hey, big brother, if we can let him share more tasks, maybe we can ...... all the business in Tokyo soon"

"No, there's no need for that, still...... Let's wait for him to move up. ”

"Yes, big brother!"

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At the same time, in a kendo gym in Osaka, Kansai, a dark-skinned teenager also picked up a ink-scented rice flower weekly, frowned, and said:

"Twilight Thirteen again? Why does that Kudo guy seem to have disappeared...... No, there must be a problem! ”