Days mixed in the world of Conan

Everyone came to the first-grade A class and soon found the client of this incident, Toshiya Murakami.

“What? Are you saying that he disappeared from your house? Genta asked in amazement.

“Well, my brother he suddenly disappeared.” Murakami Jun also said worriedly.

“Is that kidnapping?” Yuan Tai stammered slightly.

“Please wait a minute,” Mitsuhiko said, raising his hand, “It seems that there have been similar cases before.” ”

“Huh? So…” Ayumi remembered too.

Yuan Tai also thought about it: “The ‘brother’ you said should not be a cat, right?” ”

“Hehe, even if it’s a cat, what does it matter, you weren’t bought by a Kamen Superman card last time.” Night thought helplessly.

“No,” Murakami shouted with a sharp shake of his head, “It’s really my brother who is ten years older than me, he disappeared a week ago in the evening, he just told us to go to a friend’s house, and he never came back, although the police also helped us look for him, but we haven’t found it until now, so I thought that maybe there would be a way to find you.” ”

“So did you get any threatening phone calls?” Mitsuhiko and Genta asked after looking at each other.

“Phone? No, there is no phone at all. Uemura Junya shook his head and said.

“Could it be that he ran away from home?” Mota said speculatively.

“My brother won’t do this,” Murakami Junya was anxious when he heard this, “because, because, because my brother and I have a good relationship.” ”

“But maybe your brother will go out for a few days because of something.” Mitsuhiko guessed.

“Anyway, let’s go to you and your brother’s house.” Night suddenly suggested.

“Well, that’s right, I’ll talk about it after I go.” Conan echoed.

“Thank you.”

“The juvenile detective corps sets off.” Mota said with a cheer.

Then he ran out with everyone.

Ayumi took the hand of Haibara-san, who was standing on the side, “Haihara-san, let’s come with you.” ”

Xiao Mo opened his mouth, but before he resisted, he was directly pulled away by the other party.

“I’ll go, Niu Bu, if I do this, I will be directly slapped.” Yoruto thought as she looked at Ayumi holding Xiao Wei’s hand.

……

Soon, the group arrived at Toshiya Murakami’s house.

There was a police car parked in front of the door.

Seeing the police car, the children ran up excitedly to watch,

“That, little…” Ye looked at everyone gathered around, and said without words, originally wanting to call Xiao Mo but looked into her eyes and instantly changed his words, “That, Haihara-san, they are all quite lively ha.” ”

After saying it, he regretted it and couldn’t wait to slap himself, what is this talking about.

Sure enough, Xiao Mo Li ignored him.

“Then Mrs. Nakata, contact us again if there is any situation.” At this time, two policemen came out with a woman and said.

“It’s really hard work, officer.” The woman said with a slight bow.

Then the policeman saluted and walked out.

“Shunya, are these your friends?” Mrs. Nakata then noticed that the group of young detectives at the door asked Toshiya Murakami.

“Hmm.” Murakami Toshiya nodded.

“Sorry for interrupting!” I have to say that the juvenile death group still does a good job in terms of politeness.

“Come, please come in, Shunya, do you want to get something out?” Mrs. Nakata didn’t seem to be in a very good state, and asked in a tired voice.

“Aunt, you don’t have to be busy, we’ll leave in a while.” Conan said.

“Then I’ll go to the kitchen first.” Mrs. Nakata said and turned away.

“I’m sorry, but my mother doesn’t care about anything other than my brother.” Junya Murakami said.

“I see, let’s go to your brother’s room first.” Conan said.

Then everyone came to Brother Toshiya’s room.

At a glance, the room is clean and tidy, things are neatly arranged, and it is not at all obvious that it is a boy’s room, and it can be seen that Brother Shunya is usually a very careful and serious person.

Several people sighed, put down their bags, and began to look for clues.

“Wow!” Suddenly Mota was holding a pair of shoes and was pleasantly surprised.

“This is…” exclaimed Mitsuhiko in the same surprise.

“What?” Conan, who was crouching to check the desk drawer, thought they had found some important clues and hurried back, but saw Genta holding a pair of shoes.

“Are you mistaken? Don’t rummage through something else. Conan said angrily.

“Hehe, you don’t talk about them yet, believe it or not, if you turn to a Sherlock Holmes Collector’s Edition or something, you are more excited than them.” Night looked at Conan and said.

“Eh” instantly Conan was speechless.

Xiao Mo looked at the side and smiled.

If it weren’t for the night, there would be reason to feel that as long as Conan is timid, he can always make His Highness happy.

……

Everyone rummaged for a long time, Yuan Tai couldn’t stand it at first, sat on the bed and said: “Hey, Conan, no matter how much this place can’t find any results, I don’t think he really ran away from home, right?” ”

“No way.” Ye took out a wallet at this time and said, “If you run away from home, at least the wallet will be carried, right?” ”

Conan also agreed that he couldn’t have run away from home when he saw his wallet,

“Was it an accident? Or did you happen to be involved in some incident? Conan muttered.

“Haha! Hey, what’s this painting? Suddenly, Ayumi’s voice came from under the bed.

Everyone looked and saw Ayumi pushing out a bunch of paintings from under the bed.

“It’s really ugly!” Mota also said.

“Right, huh?” Ayumi smiled and said, “Who the hell did you draw this?” ”

“Picasso!” Xiao Wei leaned against the wall and said.

“Really!” Mitsuhiko also reflected, squeezed between Ayumi and Genta and looked at the painting and said, “This is a copy of Picasso’s ‘The Weeping Woman’. ”

“Van Gogh, Monet, Gauguin, Utrio,” Conan said as he looked at the open paintings and recognized them one by one.

“Every painting is exactly the same!” Mitsuhiko said.

“These are actually all painted by my brother, who is famous for imitating the works of famous artists in the art club.” Junya Murakami said.

“So he must have been tied up to paint?” Mota analyzed.

“It’s possible, if you let him copy a famous painting, then drop the bag with the real thing,” Mitsuhiko said.

“It’s impossible, even Mitsuhiko can recognize these paintings as fake paintings at a glance, how can they be fake.” Night said.

“Hey, although you have a point in saying that, but…” Mitsuhiko was hurt to hear this.

“Yes, the composition part does mimic a lot, but the color and brushstrokes are too different. Not at all to the level of a fake. And it seems that the purpose of the kidnapping is not money,” Conan also said, and looked at Murakami Toshiya, “If it is for money, it is better to kidnap you than your brother, a high school student.” ”

“I think it’s strange about this painting.” Conan picked up a drawing in his hand and said.