Next, Mori Kogoro

Chapter 19 [Chapter 019] The old curator's artistic level is very high
There is an oil painting on display in the exhibition hall of Hell, called "Heaven's Punishment", which depicts a brave knight killing a demon and then turning around and leaving gracefully.

And from the monitoring, no matter where the camera is aimed at, the angle of shooting, the light on the scene... Especially after nailing Sanada to the wall, the armored knight turned around and walked, which can be said to have perfectly restored the "Punishment" picture. painting.

It has to be said that the old curator's artistic level is very high.

It is as high as three or four floors.

"Wait, what did Boss Sanada seem to be writing before the armor grabbed Boss Sanada?"

The police officer in charge of controlling the surveillance zoomed in on the surveillance screen, and everyone could clearly see that before he was killed, Boss Sanada seemed to have discovered something. Sticker, wrote a few times desperately on it, and then threw the pen out forcefully.

"Before the deceased was killed, he must have discovered something, so he wrote down the death message in a hurry."

Officer Mu Mu excitedly said: "Investigate the scene again, and we must find that note."

The other police officers agreed in unison and rushed to the scene again.

In fact, there is no need for such a big fanfare at all. If you carefully observe the surveillance, you can clearly see that the note is tightly held by Captain Sanada.

After a long time, a police officer came running out of breath and handed the note to Officer Mumu.

"Kameda?"

Police officer Mu Mu opened the note, and his expression changed immediately.

"Huh? What are you calling me for?"

An art gallery worker with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek responded in surprise.

"Are you Kameda?"

"it's me."

"Then can you explain why your name appears on the note in the hands of the deceased?"

Police officer Mumu showed the note to everyone, and sure enough, the word "Kameda" was written crookedly on it.

"Hey, Kameda, I thought you should be the happiest person when the museum is closed, but I didn't expect you to do such a thing for the museum."

The old curator sighed: "I wrongly blamed you before, but in fact, you have always loved the museum, and it is deeper than our love."

"What nonsense are you talking about, old man." Kameda stammered, "I won't kill people for this ruined art gallery, police officer, you have to believe me, I really didn't do it."

Police officer Mu Mu asked in a deep voice: "Then can you provide an alibi?"

Kameda replied: "I was arranged by the curator, and I have been working in my office."

The old curator stroked his beard: "Yes, I did arrange a job for him."

"In that case, you just don't have an alibi."

Officer Mumu snorted coldly: "Then Mr. Kameda, I'm afraid I need you to come with us."

"Officer Mumu, I picked up a ballpoint pen at the scene, which should be the one lost by the victim."

Conan came running, holding a ballpoint pen in a handkerchief.

Police officer Mumu took it over: "This looks quite high-end."

The old curator approached: "This is a special order for the [-]th anniversary of the opening of our art museum, and each of the art museum staff has one."

"Really?" Officer Meguro looked at Kameda, "Then Mr. Kameda, you should have one too, so what about your ballpoint pen?"

"I don't know where to throw that thing."

Kameda was sweating profusely.

Naturally, everyone didn't believe it. Officer Mumu shook his head and signaled his subordinates to control Kameda. He thought to himself: "It's really smooth today. We don't need detectives to show up. We'll catch the prisoner. We'll have to publicize it when we go back." publicity……"

He was thinking about it when Kogoro's voice sounded: "Officer Megure, although Mr. Kameda doesn't look like a good person, unfortunately, he is not the real murderer."

"No way, can there be accidents?"

Police officer Mu Mu looked helplessly at Kogoro.

"No way, uncle, so fast?"

Conan looked at Kogoro sadly.

Kogoro walked up to the old curator, looked at the hunched old man with gray eyebrows covering his eyes, and a beard hanging down to his waist, and sighed softly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Curator..."

Before he finished speaking, Kogoro shot out suddenly, his right palm went down and up again, and slapped the old curator's chin fiercely.

"dad?"

Among the people present, only Xiaolan, the queen of karate, noticed something was wrong.But as soon as she yelled, she was surprised to see that the seemingly weak old curator, with a body like a ghost, easily dodged to the side, and easily avoided Kogoro's right palm.

However, Kogoro's attack was not over yet, he hit the air with his right palm upwards, and then he struck down with a slanted stab with his hand knife, and the speed was a little faster than the first one.

Now the old curator couldn't keep his hands on his back all the time, one skinny arm, like a poisonous snake, slapped on Kogoro's right wrist, and twisted half a circle in the air with the other palm, seemingly lightly hitting Kogoro's chest.

There was a muffled "bang", Kogoro remained motionless, but the old curator staggered back a few steps, and almost fell down at last.

It wasn't until then that other people came to their senses and quickly surrounded them.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Xiaolan fully embodies the goodness of a caring little padded jacket.

"Brother Maori, what's going on?"

Mu Mu police officer asked puzzled.

"I'm afraid the real culprit is not Mr. Kameda, but the curator's grandfather, right?"

Conan said from the side.

"what?"

Everyone looked at the old curator in disbelief.

The old curator panted slightly, looked at Kogoro, whose face remained unchanged, and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Mao Li is really good at it, the old man is willing to bow down."

Kogoro smiled slightly: "Mr. Curator, you are being polite. Fortunately, you just wanted to push me away and didn't want to hurt my life. Otherwise..."

"How about otherwise?"

The old curator asked.

"Or I'll break that arm of yours."

Hearing Kogoro's answer, the old curator was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Yes, I believe that Mr. Mao Li has such strength."

"From the first time we met, I could see that although Mr. Curator is old, he walks steadily, has a ruddy complexion, and breathes so faintly that you can't hear it. It is obvious that you are not only in good health, but you should always Refining breathing exercises. And from the beginning, you have always carried your hands behind your back, just to prevent me from seeing the calluses on your hands from practicing exercises, right?"

Kogoro looked at Kameda again: "Although Mr. Kameda is young, he has dull eyes, sloppy walk, cold sweat on his forehead, panting heavily from time to time, and a strange stench on his body. This is because he sucks D. Typical symptoms, this kind of person may die suddenly in a second, how can he wear heavy armor and lift the fat dead with one hand?"

"Huh? No, I don't smoke D... No, I smoke D, I'm an addict, but I'm not a murderer, hahaha..."

For the first time, Kameda was so eager to let others know that he was a scumbag.

"Hmph, although you didn't kill anyone, smoking D is also against the law, handcuff him, and hand it over to the Drug Investigation Section afterwards."

Police officer Mumu snorted angrily, and ordered his men to handcuff Kameda and drag him down.

　The timing of the previous chapter was wrong, please update it in advance
　　
　
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