Conan: The Master Behind the Scenes

"You are repenting for what you did before, aren't you?"

Bai Shiwu walked straight to the huge painting of heavenly punishment and said playfully

"Previous, deeds, repentance——"

Director Ochiai was panicked, his eyes widened, and he asked tremblingly:"You, you, what did you know?"

"In fact, the real murderer who killed Kenichiro Manaka is you!" Shiraishi Takeshi said playfully.

"！？"

Director Ochiai was startled for a moment, and after several seconds, he reluctantly smiled and said,"What are you talking about, Mr. Huihara? You, you said I was the murderer, but the murderer is that guy named Kameda Saburo.……"

"Oh, you still want to quibble? Then I will make you - convinced!!"

Bai Shiwu's whole demeanor changed instantly.

From the initial playful and leisurely, he suddenly became serious.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a cold and confident smile was hung.

"First, there was the ballpoint pen that was found on the floor of the exhibition hall."

I remember very clearly that the deceased took advantage of the murderer's fall to the floor and tore off the cards on the wall, then picked up the ballpoint pen that coincidentally appeared on the floor and wrote the murderer's name on the cards. Is that right, Director Ochiai?""

"Yes, yes!" Director Ochiai nodded reluctantly.

"Indeed, most people would think so. However, if we assume that this ballpoint pen that appeared on the ground by coincidence is a pen without ink, then how did the death message left by the deceased on the playing card come from?"

"！！！"Director Ochiai was silent

"On the card, besides the two words Kameda, there are many traces of inkless pen strokes, and the drawings are messy. Can I guess this, Director Ochiai?……"

The confidence on Bai Shiwu's face became more and more obvious:"The two words Kameda were not written by the deceased, but were written by the murderer in advance! And the ballpoint pen that happened to appear on the ground, to be precise, should be a ballpoint pen without ink, which should be arranged by the murderer in advance."

"The murderer may have said to the deceased:"Look at the card behind, the murderer's name is written on it!" But when the deceased tore it off, he found that it was not the murderer's name, but Kameda's name."

"In panic, the deceased picked up the ballpoint pen on the ground by coincidence, tried to erase the name on it, and wrote down the name of the real murderer, who was the one who asked him to come to the exhibition room for an appointment! But unfortunately, all this was planned in advance by the murderer!"

"What you said does make sense, but, but, do you have any evidence?" Director Ochiai suddenly said

"The evidence is the inkless ballpoint pen hidden on you!"

After Shiraishi Takeshi finished speaking, Director Ochiai lowered his head silently.

"You should have taken advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the corpse and quietly swapped the ballpoint pen that the deceased had thrown away with the ballpoint pen with ink on you, right?"

"Yes, I lost, Mr. Huihara, you won! I will turn myself in."Director Ochiai bowed his head and said

"Turn yourself in? No, no, no, why should you be so desperate to turn yourself in?" Bai Shiwu said playfully

"Could it be that!!!" Director Ochiai raised his head in surprise.

"That's right, I don't intend to hand you over to the police."Said Shiraishi Takeshi

"But, why?"Director Ochiai was full of doubts.

"If you surrender, who will help me manage this art gallery from now on? You said before that fewer and fewer people know how to appreciate art. It's not easy for me to find someone who loves art like you!" Bai Shiwu said.

"Help you manage this art gallery!! Mr. Huihara, you, you, are you saying that you want to buy this art gallery, continue to operate it, and let me, a murderer, help you manage it! ?"

Director Ochiai's old voice trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he was very excited.

"What? Judging from your expression, you don't want to?" Bai Shiwu said calmly.

"I am willing, I am willing, of course I am willing, every work in this art gallery is like my child, of course I am willing, as long as you don't mind that I am a murderer, as long as you can let me take care of my children, I, I can do anything for you!" Director Ochiai was excited.

"Very good, this is a Swiss bank account, take it, help me buy this art museum back, and then you can continue to be the director!"Shiraishi Wu handed over a note.

Then, under the enthusiastic guidance of Director Ochiai, they left the exhibition hall and the art museum and returned to the villa.

"Wu, Gang, why did Director Ochiai respect you so much just now?"After holding it in for a long time, Miyano Akemi couldn't help it anymore and asked.

"Because I just discussed a business deal with him!"Bai Shiwu raised his lips slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed Miyano Akemi onto the sofa in the living room.

"Life, business……"Miyano Akemi did not resist, her pretty face blushed slightly, and she asked in a low voice

"I bought the art museum and let him continue to be the director. Do you think he should respect me?" Shiraishi Takeshi's hands were dishonestly touching Miyano Akemi's body.

"Buy it, buy it! ?"Miyano Akemi was stunned for a moment:"Why, why do you suddenly want to buy an art museum?"

"I see you like this art gallery very much, don't you?"Shiraishi Takeshi suddenly moved closer to Miyano Akemi.

Their noses were pressed together, and their eyes met.

"Because, because I like……？"Miyano Akemi's pretty face turned red, her heart felt warm, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised. The figure of Akai Shuichi, who had always occupied her heart steadily, was slowly replaced by Shiraishi Takeshi.

"How is it? Do you like it?"Bai Shiwu asked wickedly.

""Hmm, hmm!"

Akemi Miyano hummed twice, her beautiful eyes flickered, her small mouth slightly opened, her face full of shyness, and she said softly:"Wu, Wu... You, you are so good to me, me and my sister, I, I have no way to repay you, so, please let me, let me serve you!" As soon as the voice fell, Akemi Miyano's white arms suddenly hugged Bai Shiwu's neck, and she took the initiative to stick to Bai Shiwu's lips.

Dry wood meets fire.

It burned fiercely.

At this moment.

On the other side of the ocean, in a headscarf store.

Akai Shuichi chose a most popular green headscarf of forgiveness at the recommendation of the store owner and tied it on his head.

Akai Shuichi looked at himself in the mirror, his mouth corners slightly raised, and he didn't know what happened in the villa.

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