Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 824 Master and Disciple
"So this exhibition hall is full of works by Mr. Ruyue's disciples?"

The few people who were led by Kitagawa Yusuke to visit the museum soon arrived at the exhibition hall on the east side, where there were some paintings with styles that were obviously different from other works in the exhibition hall.

Although this exhibition is more like Ruyue Fengshui's personal exhibition, Ruyue Fengshui's purpose is not just for personal achievement after all. There must always be a reason to show it to his disciples.

Therefore, the theme of this exhibition is the two words "Ruyue", which refers not only to Ruyue Fengshui himself, but also to the disciples taught by him personally, which is quite appropriate, and there is also a hint of founding a school in it.

The exhibition hall they are in now is called "Xiao Cao Sheng", which is a separate place set aside to display the disciples' works.

"Yes, it's here." Tang Ze nodded and looked at the place with various arrangements. "...Everyone is responsible for their own specific arrangements. This is the first time I have seen its entirety."

It is true that he was the main designer of the exhibition, but the nature of this exhibition hall is too strong of a personal exhibition, and everyone is on an equal footing and even has a bit of a competitive relationship with fellow students, so it is normal that he does not want others to interfere.

Except for the few paintings that Ruyue Fengshui specifically requested to be placed in the most prominent positions, the rest were left to each painter to manage.

After saying this, Tang Ze pondered for a moment, and felt that something was not right. This was like the opening line of a mystery novel, as if a murder was about to happen here, and then the disciples would start by arranging their works, and come up with some strange mechanism designs...

In order to dispel this ominous feeling, he added: "Of course, after the arrangement, there was a safety check and confirmation of the fire procedures, and the teacher also reviewed it."

So there is no loophole to exploit. No matter who is the master of rice flower, please don't cause trouble for Ru Yuefengshui's painting exhibition.

Mao Lilan, who was admiring the works with shining eyes, felt that his words were a bit strange, as if he was explaining something to someone, but her attention had already been attracted by the works, so she did not delve into it and asked, "How many works do you have on display?"

"Four. In addition to the three I created after learning from the teacher, there is also an old work that the teacher thought was good and selected."

He was about to explain it to the others, but Mao Lilan waved her hand to interrupt him and pointed excitedly to the exhibition hall: "Don't introduce it yet, let us guess it ourselves, okay?"

"Go ahead." Tang Ze nodded and agreed, then took a step back to let them take in all the works in the exhibition hall.

Because of the theme and the Rugetsu Peak and Water, no disciple was so stupid as to dare to use the theme of Mount Fuji to cause trouble for himself, so the style of the works here is somewhat messy.

Kisaragi Minemizu mainly specializes in Japanese painting, but since he began to create independently, his main creative focus has been Mount Fuji. He is not restricted by the form of expression and has dabbled in all types of painting, making him a solid academic.

His basic skills are also very strong, and he is not limited to coaching in one direction, so his disciples are good at different types of paintings. There are oil paintings, gouaches, prints and everything in the exhibition hall. Each one of them is doing his best to display his own ideas and atmosphere, and strive to gain every possible attention.

It's like a group of plants competing for nutrients, which fits the name of the exhibition hall.

"Well, that must be your work, a 'self-portrait' or something like that." Mao Lilan raised her hand and pointed at the blurry figure in the picture frame on the east side.

The person in the painting has only a sharp outline, and the colors of the surrounding environment and his body are mixed and intertwined, outlining a sense of light and shadow interweaving like swaying treetops, which is very eye-catching.

Although the face of the person in the painting cannot be seen clearly, the blue hair is indeed very eye-catching.

Tang Ze looked over and smiled.

This can indeed be considered a self-portrait. The draft of this painting was finalized by Karasawa, mainly to correspond to the blurred portrait of the disciple in Madarame's hall in the original work. He wanted to use him and Kid, the two "inside people" who jointly created the image of this world, to re-interpret the atmosphere and image that the character of Kitagawa Yusuke should have.

This painting can be considered a joint work between him and Kuroba Kaito. After three or four revisions, each time they tried hard to cover up the other's style, but in the end the collision produced a special effect.

"And those two pictures over there, they're probably your paintings." Conan, who was also observing the whole scene, immediately pointed out the two paintings on the other side of the wall.

Two completely symmetrical frames depict the same scene in a mirrored form, which is the urban landscape of Tokyo. One side is daytime and the other side is nighttime, as if a window was opened and a mirror was placed on the wall.

"Yes, they are all mine." Thinking of their origins, Tang Ze coughed and nodded shamelessly.

There is indeed a painting that he drew, and it’s not a lie.

Tang Ze has been studying with Kisaragi Minemizu for some time, and with the bonus of Kid's painting talent, his personal style has gradually taken shape, so Kid chose to follow the host's wishes and changed his style from "creation" to "making fakes in Kitagawa Yusuke's style", and he actually did it quite well.

All I can say is that a genius is a genius. With Kuroba Kaito's amazing artistic attainments, no matter how the requirements are fabricated, or whether he plays with forehand or backhand, it is not difficult for him at all.

As for why it is drawn in a mirror image…for the communication needs of video calls, there is always a little deviation.

"Then the last one must be--" Suzuki Sonoko puffed out her chest and raised her hand to point to the most conspicuous and out-of-place painting in front of her. The woman standing in front of the painting seemed to have noticed their gaze and turned back in their direction.

It was a familiar face. The sharp slanted eyes and strong makeup immediately brought Conan's memory back to that unforgettable night, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Ms. Miyoshi?" Mao Lilan, who was also impressed by her, couldn't help but call out her name.

The magician who killed his master, kidnapped his master's beloved daughter and then let the girl go, and the birthday dream that Kaito Kid gave to the nine-year-old girl are both very impressive.

Asako Miyoshi turned her head and looked at them. Perhaps because this case was really solved by Kogoro Mori himself, she was not very impressed by these two detectives. So she just nodded slightly and turned her gaze to Yusuke Kitagawa beside them.

"Mr. Kitagawa, nice to see you again." Seeing the blue-haired boy, she smiled calmly, "Your work is finished, congratulations."

The work placed in the most conspicuous place in the exhibition hall and illuminated by multiple spotlights is the oil painting named "Desire", which is like a vortex and seems to be able to absorb people's vision and spirit into it.

This was also the photo that Karasawa showed to his target at the time, Asako Miyoshi, when he first chose to appear as Kitagawa Yusuke.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I feel relieved to see that you are safe and sound." Tang Ze nodded to the woman whose expression was no longer tense.

Due to lack of evidence and no other reports, the case of Kyuju Motoyasu was eventually closed as suicide. Miyoshi Asako's surrender did not have much impact on the situation except that it made the police a little busy for a few days.

So now, after leaving the Jiujiu family, she is still free and has the leisure to look at his paintings.

Unable to figure out whether he was really greeting or mocking her, Miyoshi Mako shook her head and looked at the painting in front of her again: "I just happened to see this painting in the exhibition brochure, and suddenly I remembered to come and see it. The last time I saw it, it was dark and I was not in the mood to appreciate it. When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary. As expected, you hadn't finished it completely at that time, and it was a really good painting."

She looked at the other person's luxurious and exquisite haori again, and the smile on her face became even more intense.

Tang Ze bowed slightly to her and smiled without saying anything.

He couldn't explain that he was really that inexperienced at the time, nor could he explain that the prototype of this painting had nothing to do with the carousel and Ferris wheel on that day, and that Sanhao Mazi had worshipped the wrong temple.

His dark history was seen by everyone, what else could he do? He just smiled.

Miyoshi Mako didn't know what she had misunderstood. She suddenly turned around and bowed 90 degrees to him very solemnly. After she stood up, she said seriously, "I'm sorry, I thought you were just trying to fit the story I made up. I was too arrogant. You're right, this is how human beings are. Beauty and ugliness grow in them. It's beautiful. Thank you."

After saying this, she exhaled, feeling relieved, and without waiting for his answer, she strode out. She was not here to seek comfort from others or reminisce about the past, she just felt that she had thought of the answer and it was necessary to tell the person who asked the question.

The other people were stunned, feeling that they had witnessed something extraordinary. However, after careful consideration, they were a little confused as to what was extraordinary.

Conan next to him took a deep breath and his eyes almost popped out of their frames.

The case of Kujuku Motoyasu actually involves Kitagawa Yusuke? !
How many surprises are there for his group of elusive thief friends that he doesn't know about?

"I finished this painting before I formally became my teacher's disciple." Facing the gazes of several people, Tang Ze smacked his lips and had to explain it this way.

However, it was obvious that a few people were no longer listening to his explanation. They all took out their mobile phones and took pictures of the work with a strong and somewhat weird style.

This painting has such a complicated origin, no wonder it has become the centerpiece of the entire exhibition hall...

Without even turning his head, Sanyo Mazi walked through the crowd, the flying hem of his windbreaker brushing past other visitors at the door.

Standing at the end of the line, a handsome man with some green stubble on his chin looked thoughtfully at the back of Sanhao Mazi with his long hair flying, and then looked at the blue-haired boy who was standing there with his back straight like a pine tree.

"It's interesting. Humans are like this. Beauty and ugliness grow in them..."

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“…People always like to use many aesthetic theories to explain the creative behavior of painters. For so many years since I picked up the brush, people have been racking their brains to find a convincing reason for my decision to only paint Mount Fuji. But today, standing here, I want to say that these reasons are wrong.”

Ruyue Fengshui held his new crutches with both hands and stood upright under the soft light.

In this exhibition hall surrounded by the center, Tangze did not choose overly bright spotlights. The light softened by the soft light cover is like warm spring water, sprinkling in the spotless white hall, reflecting a soft and agile light and shadow like waves.

Even without the spotlight, Ruyue Fengshui, who was standing in the center, still looked like he was standing in the center of the sunlight, illuminated extremely brightly by the pure white scenery around him.

Listening to the sound of the continuous flashing lights in the field, Ruyue Fengshui slowly exhaled: "After what happened last time, I have some insights that I want to share with you today. I painted it because the mountain is there."

He said this and stretched out his hand to his side.

Tang Ze, who was standing quietly with his head down, immediately stepped forward, held his arm, and helped him walk up the stairs to Mount Fuji.

Ruzuki Minemizu, who was able to kill three young men alone, was in good health and did not need anyone's support, but at this moment, he needed Kitagawa Yusuke to help him up.

Everyone's eyes naturally moved to the height. The bright red curtain hung from the high ceiling, becoming the only color in the exhibition hall.

Ruyue Fengshui held one side of the rope and signaled Tangze to hold the other side.

The two people exerted force at the same time, and the bright red curtain flowed down and fell into the groove that had been vacated behind the stairs. Under the illumination of the arranged linear lights, the geometric shape of Mount Fuji was outlined with a gentle cherry blossom pink.

Two long scrolls finally appeared in front of everyone.

The picture below is Mount Fuji painted entirely in black ink. The entire sky looks like it was splashed and stained with ink, like a huge river in the sky with rolling waves, outlining the white shadow of Mount Fuji, and connecting with the starry sky that lights up the entire city, forming a vast and majestic night view of Mount Fuji.

The one above is a completely different extreme, with colors as brilliant as the aurora covering the entire drawing paper.

It was the secret treasure of his own palace that was passed on to Kisaragi Minemizu by Tangze, the painting "Four Seasons in the Sky".

When these two completely unrelated paintings are placed together and viewed, the silhouettes of people in the foreground of "Four Seasons in the Sky" seem to be standing up from the night sky below, giving off an inexplicable sense of story.

The sharp-eyed Tang Ze saw the signature on the top one at a glance.

Kisaragi Honeshui did not correct the meaning of the original title on the picture at all. Kitagawa Yusuke's name was listed together with Kisaragi Honeshui's.

"Teacher..." He looked to the other side, raised his head, and quietly watched the painting of Ruyue Peak Water with a dazed expression.

Ruyue Fengshui smiled and waved at him.

When Tang Ze came over and was about to support him as usual, Ruyue Fengshui hugged his disciple's tall but thin body with his backhand and patted the misty peaks on his haori.

"This is our work. Yusuke, go to the top."

What kind of extraordinary and sincere soul is contained in this young body is what he really wants to show to everyone today.

Picking up the microphone again, Kisaragi Minemizu said loudly: "Ten years ago, I felt that I had painted all of Mount Fuji and had reached my personal limit. Even if I tried harder, it would be difficult to paint a better Mount Fuji in my lifetime. It is because of Yusuke that I have the opportunity to create today's painting."

Tang Ze turned his head and looked at the crowd below the stairs, at the countless flashing spotlights and cameras.

Ruyuefeng's dry but strong palm tightly wrapped around his arm and patted it gently in a soothing manner.

"This is my disciple, Yusuke Kitagawa."

Without any adjective or evaluation, he seemed to be saying clearly, "He is the only one who can be considered my disciple."

"Wow……"

Even though they had some guesses about the scene at this moment, Suzuki Sonoko and Mouri Ran couldn't help but grab each other's wrists tightly and jumped twice on the spot excitedly.

"Kitagawa-kun, you're amazing!"

“It never disappoints!”

Standing behind them, with his hands in his trouser pockets, the man who was originally wearing one earphone stared at the old and young people in the center of his sight. After thinking for a while, he silently took off the earphone and put it into his suit pocket.

A genius who never disappoints, like eyes that can see through the past, like a brush that can paint the future...

Is he a genius who can freely paint grudges and love like paint?

(End of this chapter)