Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

In the park, Imaguchi sat on the ground with a large drawing board in front of him. He held a tracing pen in his hand and concentrated on outlining the bird on the drawing board and filling in beautiful and complicated patterns.

When Ayumi and the others came over, they immediately saw Imaguchi's heart, which made him want to lie down on the drawing board.

"Imaguchi-nii!" Ayumi and the others greeted with a smile.

"Ayumi, it's you! Isn't today Monday? Why didn't you go to class?" Imaguchi was a little surprised to see Ayumi and the others. He thought he had remembered the date wrongly, but when he turned on his phone, he saw that he was right. Today That's Monday.

He deliberately chose to come to the park to draw when there was no one around, but why were Ayumi and the others not in school, and not just one person, but almost their entire young detective team was here.

"We asked for leave from the teacher." Yuantai said.

“We have an activity this week that allows us to use photos or paintings to record the works of art we have seen, statues, art, musical instruments, dances, etc.

Because it is an outdoor activity, there is free time this week, allowing us to take time off. Mitsuhiko explained, holding a bulging backpack in his hand.

"We couldn't figure out what to pay for, and the doctor happened to say he could help us, so we planned to go to the doctor's house to have a look.

Imaguchi brother, are you painting? Can we take a look? "Ayumi asked curiously, looking at the drawing board that was blocked by Imaguchi's heart.

"Okay, but it may be different from the paintings you usually see." Imaguchi nodded heartily, then moved his body away and faced their drawing board.

Ayumi and the others looked at the paintings on the drawing board, and their eyes widened in surprise. There was nothing too complicated on the drawing board, they just drew a little bird sitting on a branch.

It's just different from the paintings they have seen before. This is a painting made entirely of black pens. The inside of the bird is filled with various line patterns. The patterns are obviously different, but they look the same. It doesn't look messy, but highlights the outline of the bird, giving it a strange beauty.

"This is?"

"It's a bit strange, but it's kind of nice." Ayumi and Genta looked at the content on the drawing board and fell into thinking for a while. The painting looked familiar, but they seemed like they had never seen it before.

"It's line drawing." Mitsuhiko said. Seeing that Ayumi and the others didn't know, he explained to them what line drawing was.

"Yes, Mitsuhiko is right." Imaguchi nodded heartily, a little surprised at Mitsuhiko's knowledge reserve, he really knew everything.

"Brother Imaguchi, why did you suddenly remember to draw lines? This must have been drawn by someone who just started practicing sketching. He was practicing painting!" If Mitsuhiko remembers correctly, they should be able to contact each other in another two years. Learned line drawing.

Although it looks very complicated, line drawing is actually relatively simple. You just need to be patient. As long as your hands are steady, line drawing will not be too ugly.

"I suddenly remembered that I started drawing, and I also found a lot of tracing pens at home. I can't remember when I bought them. In order not to waste them, I had to use them up as soon as possible." Imaguchi said heartily from the bag on the side. I took out seven or eight stroke pens.

"There are so many pens, how long will it take to paint this!" Looking at the large number of pens in Imaguchi's hand, Gentai was a little surprised.

"However, painting this kind of painting should be very time-consuming!" Ayumi looked at the paintings on the drawing board. Because they were all black, and some parts needed to be painted black, it should take a lot of ink to paint.

"Yes, I can draw two or three paintings with this kind of pen!" Imaguchi held the pen and thought for a while. If it was a simpler one, he could probably draw more. If it was the kind where he would draw parts in black, Yes, I'm afraid it can only be used once or twice.

"!!!" Looking at the two pairs of surprised eyes, Imaguchi couldn't help but smile and handed the pen to them.

"I don't know if you usually use a water pen. Although this pen is a little thinner, it can also be used as a water pen. If you need it, why not get one!"

"Thank you, Imaguchi-nii!" Looking at the black pens in front of them, Ayumi and the others were a little curious. Although they looked at Imaguchi's heart, they accepted it even though they were a little embarrassed.

"You're welcome, aren't you going to find the doctor? Come over there quickly!"

"Well, see you soon, Imaguchi-nii!"

Imaguchi waved his hand inwardly, and when he saw them running away, he continued to arrange the drawing board and began to draw the wings of the bird.

Dr. Ali's house

As soon as Ayumi and the others entered the door, they saw Conan holding a computer in his arms, as if he was looking for something, his face full of seriousness.

Xiao Ai and the doctor were sitting at the dining table, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, looking very leisurely.

"Doctor, Conan, Xiao Ai, good morning!"

"Good morning, Ayumi, Mitsuhiko and Genta." The doctor put down the newspaper in his hand and greeted with a smile.

"Doctor, what is Conan doing? Is there a new case?" Seeing Conan's serious face looking for something, Ayumi and the others did not dare to speak loudly. They walked to Dr. Ali and asked in a low voice. There is a hint of excitement in it!

"No, it's just a small job." Dr. Ali waved his hand quickly. There were no new cases. It was obvious that the black organization had assigned Shinichi a lot of tasks. He was so tired that he was about to explode.

He doesn't dare to mess with Conan now, for fear that he will go crazy!

"By the way, doctor, didn't you say you wanted to take us to see works of art? Where are they?" Mitsuhiko looked up and looked around, but he didn't find anything different about the doctor's house today. It seemed to be no different from before, and he didn't see anything. What a work of art.

Could it be said that these ornaments or decorations in the doctor's house are works of art? Didn't they recognize it before?

Mitsuhiko looked at the bottles on the doctor's table, the blanket on the floor, and the decorative paintings on the wall with confusion. They seemed to be ordinary things, and he didn't see any art.