Conan: I'm not really a winery boss

Chapter 34
Although life is miserable, life must be lived anyway. At 07:30 in the morning, Fu Jiang opened his eyes on time.

Counting the upcoming day, he has already worked in the art museum for five days, and sometimes he can't help thinking that it's not bad to continue like this.

Five thousand a day, nearly 2000 million yen in ten years, even if the daily food and occasional improvement of life are deducted, he can still save a lot of money.

Leaving the hut, he went to the drinking pool in the park to get some water. Tomie washed his face with a new towel after brushing his teeth with a cheap tooth bowl and toothbrush bought at 724 yen.

"Young man, you live so delicately every day." The homeless uncle who often held a wine bottle greeted him from afar.

"I won't be sorry for myself." Fu Jiang shook off the water droplets on his hair, then put on his glasses and put his top hat on his head.

"Hahaha." The homeless man chuckled in a low voice, "I hope you get out of trouble as soon as possible."

"I wish you too." After Fu Jiang nodded to him, he quickly walked out of the park to prepare for work.

"Me? I...hehe." After Fu Jiang left, the homeless man shook the empty wine bottle, "I don't have any difficulties, this is my life."

Afternoon, 3:35.

"Ah!" Iijima's glove was scratched by the sharp corner of the artwork.

"Are you all right? Senior Iijima." Fu Jiang, who was helping to remove the artworks that were about to be transported away, turned his head and said.

"It's okay." Iijima looked carefully at the artwork and confirmed that there were no traces left on it, "Fu Jiang, please go and get me another glove."

"Okay." Fu Jiang turned and walked towards the staff room. Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and his eyes moved precisely to the three figures walking in from the main entrance of the art gallery.

Reapers, angels, and ventriloquist detectives.

The round lenses reflect light slightly, reflecting the figure of curator Ochiai admiring the artwork, as calm as ever.

Fu Jiang left quickly and brought a new pair of rubber gloves from the staff room.

"Senior Iijima, here are the gloves." Tomie handed over the gloves.

"Oh, thank you Tomie." Iijima took the gloves and smiled.

"Kubata! What are you doing!" Curator Ochiai's angry voice attracted the attention of the two, "I've said it many times, you must wear gloves when handling works!"

"Yes, I'm sorry." Kubota apologized.

"You don't have to do it, Iijima, Tomie, I'll leave it to you."

Tomie?Xiaolan was taken aback when she heard this surname. It was not a common surname, and then she followed the curator's line of sight and noticed a tall man in black.

"It turns out that he works in an art museum." Xiaolan was a little puzzled, she thought Fu Jiang's career was related to detectives.

And Conan's gaze had been firmly locked on Fu Jiang's back long before that.

"Okay." Fu Jiang first replied to the curator, and then looked at the Death Squad, "We meet again, this lady, and the boy who always wants to go to the bathroom."

"Well, hello Mr. Tomie, I'm Mao Lilan, this is my father Mori Kogoro, and..." Xiaolan introduced.

"I'm Conan Edogawa." Conan cut the conversation, while looking a little dignified.

Always wanting to go to the toilet... Did he mention it casually or did he notice something and mean it?
"Hello." Fu Jiang nodded to several people and walked quickly to Kogoro, "I'm Fu Jiang Hehuan."

"Oh, hello, hello." Kogoro raised his head and stretched out his palm to shake him. At the same time, a drop of cold sweat flowed from the corner of his forehead. Only when he got close could he feel that this young man was really tall.

Seeing that the visitor was someone Tomie knew, Curator Ochiai raised his eyebrows in surprise.

It seems that Fu Jiang, who has a wide range of friends, should not be reduced to the point of living on the streets.

But he didn't say much, "Since they are people you know, you can take them for a stroll."

"Okay." Fu Jiang did not refuse, "If you don't mind, let me show the three of you around the art gallery."

"Okay, if it doesn't delay you..." Xiaolan glanced at Iijima who was sorting out the artwork alone.

"By the way, Brother Tomie, are you a staff member of the art gallery?" Conan began to collect information.

In his opinion, Fu Jiang's superficial identity will never be so simple, otherwise how would he know that there is a bomb on the Shinkansen?

Judging from the fact that the other party disappeared after the bomb exploded, Conan can judge that Tomie took the Shinkansen not to travel far, but probably to deal with the bomb.

"It's still the same." Fu Jiang looked down at Conan, which made Conan's heart chill.

It was less than 4 o'clock on a certain day of the month, and Conan came to the art gallery where I lived and committed a murder that disrupted my peaceful life. I will remember this hatred.

"Now? Mr. Fu Jiang, are you going to change jobs?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

"Well, because the museum is closing."

Fu Jiang glanced at Boss Zhenzhong who walked in from the main entrance, "This place has been acquired, and it will be converted into a restaurant soon."

Conan nodded secretly, silently remembering the possible motive for the murder.

"Let's not talk about this." Fu Jiang pushed his glasses, "I'd better take a few of you to visit the art museum."

After taking the death team to visit all the exhibition rooms except the hell exhibition room, Conan and Mori Kogoro were so tired that they slumped on the chairs and didn't want to move.

"Really, there is only one last exhibition room left, just keep going." Xiaolan looked at the two useless men with her hips crossed.

"Actually, there's nothing to see there." Fu Jiang put his hands in his pockets, "It's just a moving armored evil spirit."

"Eh?" Xiao Lan, who was afraid of ghosts, started to retreat.

"Hehe, those are just deceiving things."

Conan showed the innocent expression of a child, "Big Ge Ge, you don't just want us to go in, do you?"

"No, I just feel sorry for you." Fu Jiang pressed his hat, turned his head to look at Xiaolan, "I feel sorry for your throat."

"My throat? Cough cough." Xiaolan cleared her throat and tilted her head in confusion. Is there anything wrong with her throat?

"Hey, Xiao Lan, you are not too young anymore, so you can't always be afraid of ghosts and ghosts like a little devil."

Kogoro pointed to Conan, "Look, I'm not even afraid of this brat."

"Really dad, why do you even say that?" Xiaolan glanced at the dark room and took a deep breath, "Go right now!"

Fu Jiang nodded and led the way ahead, "Don't be afraid, there are only some exhibits and an armor that only moves at night, and there is nothing else."

His comforting words made Xiaolan pause for a moment before she walked in slowly full of hesitation.

Conan frowned slightly. No matter how daring the man in black was, he probably wouldn't attack Xiaolan in broad daylight, not to mention that he had no grudge against Xiaolan...
"Ah—" Xiaolan's shrill scream came from the hell exhibition room.

……

Following the dripping blood, Xiaolan turned her head and saw a scene that she would never forget in her life.

The pudgy Boss Manaka, whose meticulous suit was stained with blood, pinned him to the wall with a steel sword pierced through his neck.

The blood evenly splashed on the surrounding white walls, like a picture scroll from hell.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a painting." Fu Jiang's expression was calm, without the panic that he should have after seeing a dead person.

(End of this chapter)