Conan: Money is Almighty

There are not many paintings in the exhibition hall, so in the time of a cup of coffee, Miyamoto Han and the three have already visited the entire exhibition hall.

Before leaving, Xiaolan still had a feeling of unfinished.

“By the way, Han, let’s go find that wandering painter! Give him back this brush by the way! Xiaolan said gently to Miyamoto Han.

“I want to give him back, but we don’t know where he lives and where to return it?”

Xiaolan listened to Miyamoto Han’s words, only then remembered that she didn’t know where the other party lived at all, and suddenly snorted dejectedly.

Miyamoto Han gently touched her head and comforted: “It’s okay, since you are a wandering painter, you should generally stay under the overpass, right?” By the way, are there any flyovers nearby? ”

“I remember there was a small baseball stadium nearby, and there was a flyover over there.” Yuanzi put his finger against his chin and thought for a moment and said.

“Okay, let’s go over and take a look!” Miyamoto Han nodded.

So the three quickly drove to a nearby baseball stadium.

The baseball stadium here has been abandoned for many years.

As soon as I got out of the car, I heard the voice of the juvenile detective team.

“Hey! Yuantai, you hit too hard! ”

“This seems to be Mitsuhiko’s voice!” Xiaolan said next to her.

“It seems that there are still everyone from the juvenile detective team!” Miyamoto said speechlessly.

I couldn’t help but think to myself: It’s really a few bear children who are haunted.

Before Miyamoto Han approached, Ayumi just turned her head and looked over.

“It’s Brother Miyamoto!” Ayumi shouted happily.

The members of the juvenile detective team stopped playing baseball after hearing Ayumi’s words.

“Brother Miyamoto, and sister Xiaolan!”

Motota ran to Miyamoto Han with a baseball bat on his shoulder.

Looking up at Miyamoto Han, he asked, “Brother Miyamoto, did you come over to play baseball with us?” If that’s the case… I can teach you how to fight! ”

Yuan Tai waved the baseball bat in his hand, looking like Lao Tzu was the first in the world.

“I’m not here to play baseball.” Miyamoto Han smiled and shook his head and said.

“What happened?” Conan also ran from a distance at this time.

There will always be only cases in the head of this great detective!

Miyamoto Han shook his head and said with a smile: “Conan-kun, why are you full of ideas about killing people?” ”

Miyamoto Han took out a brush from his pocket, “I saw a wandering painter who lost this pen and thought about returning the pen to him!” By the way, did you see such people nearby. ”

Genta shook his head.

Mitsuhiko scolded with a smile: “Yuantai, your memory is really bad, right? ”

“Mitsuhiko, why are you scolding me?”

“Didn’t we just see an uncle dressed very shabby?”

“Huh? Is he a wandering painter? Not at all! ”

“Didn’t you knock over his easel with a ball? He is definitely a painter! Mitsuhiko said.

“So where is he now?” Miyamoto asked.

Mitsuhiko shook his head and said, “A few of us originally wanted to buy something for my uncle to eat, but after we came back from the store, we couldn’t see anyone else there… ”

“As a result, all the things I bought were eaten by Yuantai alone!” Ayumi said with a furrowed eyebrow at Genta.

“Hee hee hee hee ~” Yuan Tai scratched his head, not ashamed at all.

At this time, Miyamoto Han was helpless, and no one knew where to run.

“Han, what can I do about this?” Xiaolan grabbed Miyamoto Han’s hand and asked.

“Since that wandering painter has been here, it means that this side should be a place where he often comes, and we will come once a day in the future, and we should meet soon!”

Xiaolan nodded.

“By the way, everyone in the juvenile detective team, if you see that wandering painter next time, you must notify us as soon as possible!”

“Hmm!” The three imps nodded in unison.

A few days later.

Miyamoto Han finally got the news of the wandering painter.

He quickly informed Xiaolan, and then the two came to the side of the overpass again.

But when they came to the overpass, the wandering painter was sitting on the lawn below, and the members of the juvenile detective group surrounded him, looking very anxious.

Miyamoto Han hurriedly stepped forward to check the situation.

“Yuantai, you really are, why did you hit Uncle’s easel again?” Mitsuhiko complained a little angrily next to him.

“Ah! Brother Miyamoto, you are finally here! Ayumi immediately called out when she saw Miyamoto Han.

“Yes, thank you for informing me in the first place!”

Ayumi scratched her head and said, “Brother Miyamoto, hurry up and return the things to your uncle!” ”

“Good!” Miyamoto Han took out a brush from his pocket and handed it to the wandering painter, saying, “Uncle, this is what you dropped in the exhibition hall last time!” ”

“Thanks… Thank you. The wandering painter replied sarcastically

“Uncle, what kind of place are you from?” Conan asked suddenly.

Just this question, the wandering painter quickly held his head with both hands and buried his head in his chest.

“Who am I? Who am I? ”

The wandering painter fell to his knees, his hands in his hair and frantically grasping it.

It looked painful.

A low roar kept coming out of his mouth, “Who am I?” Who am I the hell? ”

“Uncle, are you all right?” Xiao Lan hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

“Is he amnesiac?” Ayumi asked in a low voice.

“Huh??” Yuantai held his head with both hands and pulled his head, “Is it because of me?” ”

“Stupid! You didn’t hit him in the head at all! Conan rolled his eyes.

“Let’s take him to the hospital!” Miyamoto Han reached out and pulled up the wandering painter.

Inside the hospital.

“Doctor, is he all right?” Miyamoto Han asked towards the man in front of him.

“His headache should be caused by the slow recovery of memory.”

“In that case, it shouldn’t take long to recover your memory?”

“In theory, it is!”

“Thank you Doctor!” Miyamoto Han nodded.

Miyamoto Han turned his head again and whispered to the members of the juvenile detective group: “Dear children, it’s time to go home!” ”

“Huh?” In addition to Conan, the three imps cried out in frustration.

“If you don’t go home again, your parents will be worried!” Miyamoto said.

A few imps were quickly sent home by Miyamoto Han, just as Miyamoto Han was preparing to go home.

The phone next to him rang.

“Hello!”

“Is it Mr. Miyamoto?”

“Yes, what’s going on?”

“I am a doctor from Mihua General Hospital, and the patient you sent not long ago suddenly disappeared from the hospital!”

“Missing?”

“Yes! He may have recovered his memory! Even the backpack next to him was taken! ”

“Good! I understood. ”