Conan's New Police Story

Chapter 27 Item Competition in the Art Museum
He is more than seventy years old, with an unshaven beard, and his thin body seems to collapse when the wind blows.

This is the vague impression that Katsumi Uehara would have when he thought of the old curator.

But what follows is the picture of this seemingly skinny old man wearing heavy medieval armor, lifting a human being weighing more than 200 kilograms with one hand and killing people with ease, without even shaking his hand.

If there is a ranking for the force value of Conan's characters, then this art gallery director whose name he can't remember now will definitely occupy a place.

Katsumi Uehara even felt that when the old man was young and strong, his force value might be as high as Kyogoku Shin——

No, not right.

Considering that the old curator was half a foot in the coffin when he did this, Katsumi Uehara has reason to suspect that the old man's peak strength when he was young may have surpassed Kyogoku Makoto.

And now, this dangerous old man was exactly what he needed to face.

The breeze that blows across the streets of Mihua Town hits. Standing at the back door of the art museum, he turns his head and glances at the two security guards who are hiding behind the wall with half of their heads poking out slightly. Then he raises his head and looks at the building in front of him. shuddered—

"Ah!"

Katsumi Uehara rubbed his cold nose and straightened his tie and walked in along the door that the two security guards hadn't had time to close.

Turn on the flashlight I borrowed from the security guard, and turn on the lights while walking.

"anyone there?"

While his thoughts were running at high speed, Katsumi Uehara did not forget to say hello to the medieval knight hiding in the darkness: "Hello?"

"Dang!"

An extremely crisp noise came from the dark place at the end of the corridor, and Katsumi Uehara, who was standing under the light, was still advancing without any fear on his face.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the floor made a sound, and only the regular breathing of Uehara Katsumi himself could be heard in the quiet corridor.

"I've heard what happened from the security outside. It's useless for you to hide, right? Why don't you sit down with me in the police station and have a cup of tea, and talk about your attempted murder?"

Push the light button on the last inch of the ceiling in the corridor, and turn on the flashlight to shine into the dark exhibition room.

Rows of antiques from the Middle Ages are hoarded here, exuding their unique charm in the lonely night, Uehara Katsumi, who did not see the light switch, slowed down.

See six directions, listen to all directions.

In the darkness, the old man who tried his best to control his breathing clenched the long sword tightly in his hand, his eyes under the medieval armor stared at the slow-moving figure at the door like a falcon.

Miscalculation, he shouldn't have come to the art gallery to test the plan tonight.

Not only did I meet two security guards who hadn’t left so late, I just scared them away, but another policeman happened to pass by the art museum.He had heard the conversation between the two security guards and Katsumi Uehara outside the art museum, and now there were only two roads left in front of him——

One is to run;

The second is to knock the policeman unconscious before running away.

Considering Uehara Katsuki's status as a policeman, the old man firmly took the first step of choice two——

Zheng!
The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was exceptionally clear in this airtight exhibition room. Katsumi Uehara, whose eyelids twitched, subconsciously leaned back to avoid the scabbard coming from the darkness on the left!
pat!

The overwhelmed tiles shattered a corner the moment the scabbard fell, and Katsumi Uehara, who finally saw the armored man, stretched out his hand and happened to touch the light switch of the exhibition room on the wall.

The rectangular light strip dispelled the darkness in the exhibition room in an instant, and the figure of the medieval knight in full armor came into the man's eyes.

"I said that it should not be some kind of monster incident with ghosts and ghosts. After all, it is more suitable for Gunma than Tokyo."

Katsumi Uehara, who turned off the flashlight, locked the door of the exhibition room with his backhand to prevent anyone from escaping. He smiled and raised his hands to indicate that he was not threatening: "Use the scabbard to show that you don't want to kill me. You came to steal the artwork in the middle of the night. Thief?"

The knight didn't speak, but opened his palm and let the scabbard in his hand drop, then bent down to pick up the long sword that glowed coldly under the dim yellow light——

With his front and rear feet spread apart, he lowered his body slightly, and his hands clenched the hilt of his sword.

"No, no, the thief should not be so stupid as to wear a medieval armor weighing tens of kilograms to steal things—"

Swish!
The long sword that suddenly slashed horizontally slashed through the wind, and Uehara Katsumi, who was always on guard, jumped to the left, rolled on the ground to relieve his strength, got up, and casually pulled a stick from the booth beside him. The nearest spear pointed at some knights who were afraid to step forward.

"Put down what you're holding."

The eyes under the armor looked at each other, and the two walked slowly in circles, neither of them making a move first.

"You are a sneaky and sneaky person, and you let me put things down--fuck, something from 1450?!" Subconsciously glanced at the introduction of the nameplate under the booth, the extremely dazzling year number immediately made Uehara Katsumi rush to insert the spear go back.

It's now!

The knight with fixed eyes took this opportunity to charge forward with his long sword held high. Seeing this, Uehara Katsumi raised his right foot high, kicked a round shield hanging on the booth next to him off the stage, and immediately stretched out his hand to catch it. Use it in front of your abdomen to resist!

The knight who stopped attacking suddenly withdrew the long sword in his hand, and the effect of inertia made his body inevitably lean forward——

"Lie down, you!"

Flying the round shield in his hand that he didn't see the introduction of the age towards the knight, the moment his attention was attracted, Uehara Katsumi jumped over the obstructing booth, supported his body with one palm, and pointed towards the knight with one foot. Kicked in the chest!
Boom! ! !
There was a dull collision sound, and the knight staggered a few steps backwards. Katsumi Uehara, who only felt that he had kicked a steel plate, moved his right ankle a few times, looked left and right, and casually picked up a piece of Western gold with no year marked on it. The chessboard is in front of him.

"This knight, if you don't want to have anything to do with these antiques, then I suggest that you'd better catch them without a fight—"

This time, the knight who had no fear at all raised his long sword and chopped it down!

——? !

When the quaint chessboard was cut in half, the long sword, which had obviously not been polished to the point of being cut like mud, was stuck. Katsumi Uehara, who was ready to retreat, could not let go of this god-given opportunity when he saw the situation——

Both arms exerted strength violently, and while the muscles swelled, he clamped the long sword to the side with a split chessboard, and then subconsciously punched the knight's head!

clang!
The crisp sound of fist and iron clashing sounded, and Katsumi Uehara, who was still smiling, flushed suddenly——

"hiss!!!"

It only took a second for the transition from pride to pain, and Katsumi Uehara, who was grimacing in pain, shook his hands, hissing out in pain.

The head armor suffered a heavy blow, and the old man under the armor inevitably had some uncomfortable reactions.

However, seeing that Katsumi Uehara seemed to have moved away from the locked door of the exhibition room, the old man quickly stabilized his figure and rushed towards the door!
"Don't try to run!"

Katsumi Uehara, who was blowing into his fist to relieve the pain, kicked out the cabinet closest to him and blocked it at the locked door of the exhibition room.With one hand, he pulled out the long sword stuck in the chessboard, and drew the back of the sword towards the back of the medieval knight!

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(End of this chapter)