Tang Ze lowered his head, and his brown hair fell softly, completely covering his face, so that the people standing in front of him couldn't see their expressions clearly.

Suzuki Sonoko grabbed Maolilan, who came over after noticing the movement here, suppressed his voice and muttered excitedly: "Is he imitating your father, that's it, 'Sleeping Maori Kogoro', you see that Karazawa-chan looks so atmospheric, 'Sleeping Karasawa Zhao'...... It's handsome! ”

"Garden ......" Mao Lilan backhanded Suzuki Sonoko took out the hand of the mobile phone and wanted to take a picture, and controlled the restless Yan Gou.

Conan, who was squatting behind Tang Zezhao, began to tell the suspicions of the case.

"In order to imitate the scene in the painting "Damnation", the murderer deliberately killed the deceased opposite this painting, and moved other exhibits in this position in advance, plus the murderer in the surveillance video has been wearing the armor on display, these are the reasons why everyone is sure that the murderer is familiar with the museum and is one of the staff.

"Then why did the murderer, who is so familiar with the scene, choose to commit the murder within the scope of surveillance? He works here, and most of the opportunities are to use his hands in the blind spot of the surveillance, or temporarily cover the corresponding camera. ”

The Twilight Police Department touched his chin and tried to answer, "Is it because the murderer thinks he's wearing armor and it doesn't matter if he's exposed to surveillance?" ”

"I think this is to confirm that the paper pinched in the hands of the deceased Manaka's boss is his suicide note, which means that this image was deliberately left by the murderer. Officer Twilight, can you take a closer look at this note, are there many strange scratches on the handwriting of 'Kuwada'? ”

The Twilight Police Department picked up the evidence bag and examined it according to his words, and nodded, "Indeed, there are many horizontal scratches on the words...... Isn't that right? ”

"Yes, this is probably the handwriting that the deceased really left behind before his death. He wasn't writing down his name, he was picking up a pen and trying to cross it out! ”

The Twilight Police Department took out another evidence bag and looked at the ballpoint pen in the bag: "However, the pen we found has the right number for the thickness of the lines and the color of the handwriting. ”

"Indeed, the person who wrote this line of words is most likely this pen."

"But you just said ......"

"But it's not the last one caught by the deceased, what the deceased picked up is a pen that can't write!" Conan poked his head out a little to observe the position of the people in the venue, retracted it and continued, "When Conan found the pen, its refill was in a state of retraction, and it was unlikely that the deceased would have pressed the refill back when he threw it away, and in the surveillance, the murderer did not touch the pen until he left, and after that, it was a few of us who entered the door, and the staff of the art museum were summoned to the inner hall again after the police arrived."

In other words, the murderer took advantage of the chaos to replace the pen on the ground after the police arrived, which means ...... The pen that couldn't write was still on him! ”

Conan stretched out his short hand from the gap between the two ladders, trying to hold Tang Ze's right hand, pointing at the long-haired old man, who was also the curator of this place, Director Ochiai.

He stretched out his hand, but felt empty.

Conan was stunned for a moment, his heart was shocked, he raised his head, but saw Tang Ze, who should have been asleep, holding on to the side of the ladder and getting up.

How did he wake up so quickly?! Finished!

Conan almost subconsciously left the ladder first and hid behind a display case, otherwise when Tang Ze stood up, Conan who was shrunk behind him would be directly exposed.

However, Tang Ze did not ask questions, nor was he at a loss, but walked straight towards Director Ochiai.

As soon as he reached out, he pulled out a pen from the suit pocket of Director Ochiai's suit through his handkerchief.

"I didn't have time to press the refill out, the murderer must have been in a hurry, probably too late to wipe the pen clean." Tang Ze continued Conan's reasoning smoothly, "You say, can I find the fingerprints of the real boss on this pen?" ”

The audience looked at Director Ochiai with shocked expressions on their faces.

Except for Conan, his shocked expression was directed at Tang Ze.

“…… You're absolutely right, kid. Director Ochiai was on crutches, looking melancholy and relieved.

The police officers who had surrounded Watada just now all turned their heads and walked towards him, and the twilight police department frowned and took the pen handed over by Tang Ze, and drew it in the notebook, just as Tang Ze reasoned, nothing was written.

That piece of paper is not the deceased's suicide note, but the arrangement with Kuwata's name written in advance to make Wata's guilt!

"Where are you at the time of the crime, and do you have an alibi?" Asking this, the Twilight Police Department was actually already signaling to his subordinates to prepare the handcuffs.

"I'm wearing this knight's armor, standing here, waiting for Boss Manaka to make an appointment." Curator Ochiai, who had been broken by the scheme, didn't make any quibbles, he just put his hands behind his back and looked at the huge "Heavenly Damnation", "Waiting for this demon to be pierced here like this painting." ”

"In order to complete this creation, I practiced for a long time in advance, including the route, the angle of the camera, and the possible reaction of the real boss."

"So the rumor that the armor is moving around is that you are doing killing exercises." The police department suddenly realized.

Although he was mentally prepared, Tang Ze was still puzzled when he saw the murderer standing in place and pouring beans into a bamboo tube.

You murderers in the world of Kexue are also a little too martial arts.

However, he still has to take over the play, Tang Ze held the venue and asked: "Because he wants to close this art museum and turn it into a restaurant, right?" Choosing to frame Wata, also because he has been secretly selling exhibits and has no respect for art at all? ”

"That's right, from the day this museum was inaugurated, I was the curator here, and every exhibit is like every child of mine, and I can't tolerate them." Director Ochiai looked around with fiery eyes of nostalgia.

"It's a pity that you're not a righteous knight who slays demons, you're just a vicious murderer, and you've been arrested." The Twilight Police Department frowned and waved, and two police officers stepped forward to handcuff Director Ochiai.

"The knight who slays the demon has been contaminated with blood himself, and his feet are deep in mud, which is the meaning of "Heaven's Damnation"." Director Ochiai didn't resist, but just met Tang Ze's calm gaze, "So all my plans will fall into the eyes of the children, and this is the punishment I deserve." ”

Tang Ze knew that this old man was saying that he and Conan worked together to solve the case, but unfortunately except for him and Conan himself, no one should notice the word "we".

Thinking of this, Tang Ze glanced back at Conan, who was frozen in the corner, and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Conan's cold sweat is faster than the framed Wata.

From this point of view, Tang Ze was the same as him before, and he locked the murderer in his heart as Director Ochiai, and the step he took when he was stabbed should have wanted to point out the truth......

I knew that I wouldn't need an anesthetic needle, it's over, as long as Tang Ze said the situation just now, Xiaolan would definitely ......

But Tang Ze just glanced at it, and then ignored Conan, who couldn't move, but walked to the side of the Twilight Police Department and asked: "This case is complicated, the scene is very shocking, and it is also related to the recent supernatural rumors, it will definitely be widely reported, please can you hide my name and don't reveal it to reporters?" ”

"Why?" The Dusk Police Department was surprised, "Your name is Tang Ze, right?" Brother Tang Ze, your reasoning is very exciting, everyone will only appreciate your talent after this case is reported, you are very suitable for the role of detective, this time we should also solemnly thank you for your assistance to the police, we will express it clearly to reporters. ”

Brother Kudo suddenly disappeared, and it was not easy to have a new external brain, but this new brother seemed to want to run, and he had to persuade him.

Tang Ze looked embarrassed, leaned closer to the ear of the Twilight Police Department, and whispered a few words.

I saw that the expression of the Twilight Police Department was very rich, first confused, and then shocked, and looked Tang Ze up and down a few times before patting him on the shoulder with pity: "I know, okay, then I respect your thoughts, and I will tell everyone not to reveal your name." ”

Obviously on the verge of being exposed, Conan still couldn't help but wonder what Tang Ze had whispered to the Dusk Police Department just now, and he also wanted to hear it.

However, seeing Tang Ze squinting his eyes and approaching him step by step, Conan ignored his curiosity and reflexively kept retreating, until he was like a frog nailed to the dissecting table, and his hands and feet were limply attached to the wall behind him.

He now felt like a dead man who had just been carried away, about to be nailed here with a sword.