Conan followed Shunya to his brother's room.

"Let's look for it, maybe there will be any clues, maybe?"

Conan began to assign work, just like the meaning of a squad leader.

"Okay." "No problem." "I'll be fine here."

The three little cuties echoed Conan's orders.

"You, Gray Yuan-san, you are at the door, help us keep an eye on it."

Looking at Gray Plains, Conan really didn't know what to arrange for her.

"Huh? I? Stalking? Okay. Gray Yuan said helplessly.

"Look at this leather bag, it's your brother's, if you want to run away from home, at least take this with you?" Conan asked, pulling out a wallet from a drawer.

"Well, my brother." Joon swallowed.

"Something happened, or maybe something got involved."

Conan continued to rummage, and at the same time, he must have speculated.

"This, what's under the bed?" Ashbara pointed to the bottom of the bed.

"Huh? Really, there are so many strange paintings? ”

Hearing this, Ayumi looked at the bottom of the bed and pulled it out.

"Huh? It's a strange painting, it's so abstract. Conan pondered.

"But, but who drew this?" Mitsuhiko stepped forward and wondered.

At this moment, the voice of Gray Yuan came from behind him, "Picasso." ”

"Huh?" "Really, at the place of payment, really, Picasso."

The three little cuties, extremely surprised, seem to have discovered a new continent.

"However, this is a parody of the work, the weeping woman."

Looking at the sketchpad, and the paint, and the lines, Conan concluded.

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