"It's okay, grandpa curator, I don't hurt at all, I really ......"

Conan hugged his dog's head, and when he saw the old man bowing to him, he hurriedly took a few steps back, and a reluctant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's just that having said that, Wang Changsheng heard a bit of gritted teeth from it.

This made him laugh to himself.

You don't hurt, what are you holding your head for?

Officer Twilight frowned, looked at Director Ochiai and asked, "Can you call up the surveillance of the Hell Hall now?" ”

Hearing this, Director Ochiai withdrew his gaze from Conan's body and shook his head with a look of embarrassment: "I'm afraid not." ”

"Huh?" Officer Twilight's brow furrowed even deeper, and there was a bit of sharpness in his eyes, and he pressed towards Director Ochiai, "Why?" ”

Although Officer Twilight's eyes are very bluffing, it is clear that Director Ochiai has also seen the wind and rain.

He was not frightened by Officer Twilight, but a faint smile was hooked on the corner of his mouth, and at this time he had completely calmed down, and responded calmly:

"This is what many people have seen today, the boss of Zhenzhong came to me to sprinkle, and then I didn't want to hinder the visit of other guests, so I took him to the office, and let the designer he brought to study and study it, but as soon as he entered the office, he was a mess, I said that there was monitoring here, but he actually led his little brother into the monitoring room, deleted all the video, and destroyed the monitoring system."

Officer Twilight: "......"

Wang Changsheng: "......"

Conan: "......"

This......

Is this what it means that if you do many acts of injustice, you will be killed?

Officer Twilight was even more stupid by the boss of Manaka, and almost didn't come up in one breath.

But he couldn't help it.

After all, it was the other party who pulled a stone and shot himself in the foot.

If there is no monitoring, then you can only see if you can get any information from the real boss.

Merely......

Officer Twilight glanced at the busy crowd in the Hell Chamber, then looked back at Director Ochiai.

Although it is not certain whether what happened to the boss of Manaka is related to this curator, but judging by his attitude, even if there is, it may be difficult for them to find out something.

After all, people are not dead, but they are almost a wasted person.

"Officer Twilight, the search is almost over."

Just then, a small police officer ran out of the hell exhibition hall and walked up to Officer Twilight, reporting with a notebook.

Officer Twilight swept around the group of idlers and others present, and found that whether it was Mori Kogoro, Conan, or Wang Changsheng, Chiyo, Sakura, and the curator, they were all staring at him with burning eyes, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

But the people here are either the curators of this museum, or the detectives involved in this incident, or the little kids who seem to be connected to this case and have deep influence......

After a moment of silence, Officer Twilight coughed twice, and then said to the little officer, "Did you find anything?" ”

Hearing the question from his superiors, the little police officer also replied honestly: "We found two very strange things. ”

"Oh? Expand and talk. Officer Twilight was interested.

"In the Hell Exhibition Hall, there is a painting that has disappeared, and a pair of armor inside does not seem to be in place, it feels like someone has touched it, but after a simple search for evidence, no fingerprints, traces, etc. were found, as if it was ......."

The little police officer said this, with a somewhat hesitant look.

"Like what?" Officer Twilight frowned and asked.

The little police officer hesitated twice, but still said his bold speculation: "It's like...... It was the armor that moved on its own......"

"Yikes!"

Hearing what this little brother said, before Officer Twilight could say something, Xiaolan, who was standing next to Uncle Maori, suddenly covered her mouth and exclaimed, "It's that armor, it's it's making a move!" It's what made Boss Manaka what he is now! ”

Officer Twilight's frowning brows never let go, he silently glanced at Uncle Maori, who was also very interested, and hurriedly pulled Xiaolan and asked her to stop talking nonsense: "Xiaolan! What are you talking nonsense, the armor is a dead thing, how can it attack the real boss! ”

Uncle Maori stopped Ran's desire to continue to express something, and instead set his eyes on Director Ochiai.

The sharpness of his eyes made even Director Ochiai, who looked calm, and even a little surprised, happy, and puzzled, who the murderer was, couldn't help but be stunned.

"Mr. Maori, are you suspicious of me?" Director Ochiai spoke.

Officer Twilight also looked over, in fact, he knew the general situation here, and among all of them, only the director of the museum was the most suspicious.

"Hmph." Uncle Maori's smile was a little smug and exaggerated, "Are you still pretending?" I already know who is the one who is going to do it to the boss! ”

Director Ochiai's body stiffened.

"Huh?"

Hearing Uncle Maori's words, everyone present was stunned.

Wang Changsheng and Conan raised their eyebrows even more, looking at the confident Maori uncle.

Wang Changsheng, who has many years of Conan movie watching history, understands a law in Conan's world.

Being identified as a murderer by Officer Twilight and Uncle Maori is equivalent to being issued gold water.

But looking at Uncle Maori like this, it seems that he is going to identify Director Ochiai.

Although Wang Changsheng didn't know what was going on in the regional exhibition hall, the boss of Manaka was not killed by Director Ochiai, but instead became in this state of being unable to speak and move.

But Wang Changsheng is sure that there must be the shadow of Director Ochiai.

Could it be that Uncle Maori is trying to identify the real murderer in one fell swoop?

His brain is suddenly getting better again?

Just when Wang Changsheng thought that it was because this was no longer a simple Conan world, even Maori Kogoro had become a little smarter, and the other party gave him a "surprise".

"Brother Maori, do you think you know who did the work on the boss? Don't sell it, let's talk about it. ”

Because Uncle Maori has been brushing his face frequently in front of Officer Twilight recently, he can always say some reasoned reasoning, and he can always catch the real murderer in the end.

Therefore, for Uncle Maori's words, Officer Twilight still believes a little.

Seeing that his tone was so affirmative, he pressed his hat, and then asked urgingly.

Uncle Maori didn't grind, snorted twice, and said in a firm tone: "What really made Boss Manaka what he is now, in fact, is you......, Director Ochiai."

Wang Changsheng and Director Ochiai's hearts were all raised.

"Granddaughter Ochiai Yuu!"

Everyone: "??? ”

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Wang Changsheng, who had a black line on his face, looked at Uncle Maori's gaze, and also carried a bit of piety.

I'm so sorry I took the liberty of it.

I should not doubt the power of your prophet.

The next time you give out gold to whom, I won't question your ability anymore.

You are the Innocence and the Prophet!

Come with you, no problem!

Officer Twilight's face was also full of question marks, and his sharp eyes turned into disbelief at this time, as if he didn't expect this Maori brother to say such a speculation.

However, based on the fact that Uncle Maori was always able to find out the real murderer before, although from the information he just got, the granddaughter of Director Ochiai, Yuu Ochiai, was only in the first grade of elementary school, he still tried to ask: "Brother Maori...... What does this mean? ”

The subtext is, hurry up and let him give a reasonable explanation.

Uncle Maori pointed at the director of Ochiai, with a deep affirmation in his tone: "The discord between the boss of Manaka and the director of the Ochiai curator is something that everyone knows, it just so happens that they came to make trouble today, and it happens that your granddaughter wants to come to see that you may not hold an art exhibition a few more times, when you and this boss have a conflict here, you happen to be met by your granddaughter, and you see your grandfather being bullied, how can a child not be anxious?" She rushed forward and accidentally made Boss Manaka unsteady on his feet, fell to the ground, and broke his spine, which made him what he is now. ”

"There is only one truth! Otherwise, how would you let her leave quickly? It's not that I'm worried that she's a little child, or a little girl, and there will be a lot of psychological pressure in the face of the police, and you're afraid that she will say the wrong thing, so you send her away quickly. ”

Uncle Maori told his reasoning, and snorted proudly: "How about it, I'm right, right?" ”

As Uncle Maori's voice fell, everyone present fell silent.

For a moment, it was so silent that even the sound of breathing became a little louder.

All eyes were on Uncle Maori.

It's just that it's a little different from the adoring gaze he thought, why do these people still seem to be a little speechless and disdainful one by one?

Uncle Maori came back to his senses and found that everyone was just looking at him silently and frowning.

Although none of them spoke, they definitely felt a smell of exclusion and targeting.

"Why are you looking at me like that? To be a detective is to speculate boldly! And what I'm saying is well-founded, isn't it? This curator just gave his granddaughter out in advance. Uncle Maori said with a serious face.

Shut up, you......

Wang Changsheng really couldn't stand it anymore, and if he let Uncle Maori continue, it wasn't even Xiaolan who felt embarrassed, even he, a passer-by who had only had a "little friendship" and "a few faces" with Uncle Maori, was embarrassed for him.

Wang Changsheng coughed twice, and then smiled innocently: "Uncle Maori, but if you speculate like this, that child is also careless in the end, and there is no need to be hidden by the curator's grandfather, because she is just a child, and she will not be punished." ”

"How can it be the same? Even if you don't get any punishment, you will pay a lot of money! Uncle Maori disagreed, "The fact that the museum has been sold shows that the business is really bad, maybe it's because the director doesn't want to pay the compensation?" ”

Hey......

Don't say it, Uncle Maori said it with his mouth, it seems that there is really a bit of a crooked Yazi.

Wang Changsheng almost believed it.

Officer Twilight on the side was speechless.

Detectives can speculate, but they can't speculate.

It can be bizarre, but it can't be weird!

How is it possible that the perpetrator is a first-grade child?

He couldn't help but hold his forehead and said: "I said Brother Maori, don't be joking here, please reason seriously!" ”

Uncle Maori just wanted to retort that his reasoning was very serious.

Zhishi, who had been silent on the side, also spoke: "Generally speaking, whether it is the person in charge of the art museum or the art museum, as well as the relatives of the person in charge, they will buy a large amount of accident insurance, if it is really that little sister who accidentally made the boss of Manaka what he is now...... Of course, it doesn't matter if you are not careful, you will get a huge amount of compensation in the end, and even if the real boss dies, this money can be afforded. ”

"Huh? Is that so? Hearing Zhishi's words, Uncle Maori couldn't help but be stunned and scratched the back of his head.

He may not believe other people's words, but although Zhishi is a child, he is a big chaebol and a member of a big family, and Uncle Maori will believe it a little more.

Conan also twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a mending knife: "Inside, inside~ Even if it was really that child who met Boss Manaka, but she was just a little girl, what method could she use to push Boss Manaka down?" If she wants to bring down the real boss, she undoubtedly needs to use tools, but there is no trace of using tools or fighting at the scene. ”

"This ......," Uncle Maori hesitated.

Conan rolled his eyes at this unreliable middle-aged man in his heart, and then said innocently: "Although the boss of Zhenzhong can't speak, he seems to have left something before he was made like this, and when he saw us, he desperately wanted to give us something, and it seemed that he wrote some words." ”

Uncle Maori's reminder reminded Uncle Maori of this, and he nodded quickly and walked towards the hell hall.

Officer Twilight frowned, he wanted to stop it, but since the evidence had been collected inside, and Uncle Maori was indeed the first discoverer of the case, and he had cooperated in so many cases before, it was nothing to go in and take a look.

Thinking of this, Officer Twilight still let Uncle Maori walk in, and Conan, Wang Changsheng, and Zhishi naturally hurriedly followed.

？？？

Watching a group of little kids rush in, Officer Twilight glared.

Why is this still so many people in at once?

Reluctantly followed, Officer Twilight caught up with Uncle Maori to see what the boss had left behind.

As soon as Wang Changsheng and Sakura approached, they glanced at each other.

There's a lot of magic left here.

Wang Changsheng had some doubts in his heart, but since the real boss was not really dead, whether the murderer was the curator or not, he also decided to help the curator hide the traces that might expose him.

Thinking of this, he leaned over to Director Ochiai's side and gently tugged at his trouser legs.

"Kid, what's the matter with you?" Director Ochiai lowered his head and looked at this boy who was more delicate and cute than Conan, and a little handsome, and his tone was unconsciously a little friendly.

"Grandpa Curator, I have some things I want to remember, but my pen is out of water, can you lend me your pen to use?" Wang Changsheng smiled slightly.

"Pen?" Director Ochiai frowned slightly, then nodded with a smile and replied, "Of course." ”

He took out the pen that had been lying there from his clothes, and then handed it to Wang Changsheng.

Xiao Sakura, who was watching Wang Changsheng's movements from the side, couldn't help but wonder and asked the Zhishi beside her, "Don't we have a pen, why do Xiao Wang still borrow it from the curator's grandfather?" ”

Zhishi glanced at Wang Changsheng, and there was a bit of deep meaning in his dark purple eyes.

She shook her head, her voice low: "I don't know, maybe his pen is broken, it's nothing, we don't need to say more." ”

Sakura didn't quite understand, but nodded anyway.

Since Xiao Wang is doing this, he must have his deep intentions, right?

That's right, it must be like this!

Sakura now has a blind trust in Wang Changsheng.