The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"A bunch of nonsense."

The sullen Moritani Teiji stood behind the two people. He first glanced at the man with a yin and yang head very unhappily, and then looked at the blue-haired young man.

Compared with some hopelessly exaggerated people who are trying to impress people, young people who don't look very young actually have more meaning in dialogue.

"What's your name?" Moritani Teiji asked, looking directly into the young man's eyes.

"My name is Kitagawa Yusuke, Mr. Moritani." Karasawa blinked and replied calmly.

"Okay, Kitagawa-kun. Take a serious look at this work." Moritani Teiji raised his hand and gestured to the model in the glass cabinet, "I don't deny that some lack basic industrial theory, or, in order to win awards, they are unconventional. For those who regard their works as landmarks rather than buildings, it is indeed possible that they will appear as drafts. But will a similar situation occur in my design?"

A draft generally refers to a draft that has been modified or rejected due to communication or other issues and does not meet the client's real needs.

In the context just now, this is a satire on Moritani Teiji for overemphasizing his own aesthetic concepts and being unable to produce manuscripts that meet the needs of customers.

Moritani Teiji absolutely disagrees with this.

"As architects, the difference between us and other art creators is that architecture is so-called related to the lives and fortunes of many people. It is impossible for us to forget about the completed work after creating it."

Facing the model buildings in front of him, as well as the design drawings and photography of more buildings in the exhibition hall, Moritani Teiji opened his hands and started his planned speech.

"Architects must be responsible for their own works throughout their lives." With this sentence as the tone, Teiji Moritani straightened his back and said seriously, "Architecture is different from other art forms after all. As designers, we , if due to personal reasons, any hidden dangers are left to the building, its legacy will be inseparable from our name for the rest of its life, even after death."

This sentence sounds very responsible and socially responsible, but in the ears of Tangze, who is aware of his thoughts, it means something else.

He did not mean that as an architectural designer, he should be responsible for building safety. His emphasis was on the second half of the sentence.

——The relationship between architecture and architects, even after death, will always be remembered because of the practical attributes of architecture.

This is something he cannot tolerate now that he is seriously ill.

After a brief round of applause from the audience, Moritani Teiji pressed his palms and continued to elaborate: "When I was young, I was also shaken about whether I should stick to my philosophy and whether I should implement an aesthetic to the end... You know , many times an architect’s personal style may be inconsistent with the client’s needs. This is why my current creative content is very different from my early style.”

Having said this, Moritani Teiji took a deep breath, as if he wanted to draw some strength from the air in the exhibition hall.

"After that, my thoughts changed a lot. I think that what distinguishes a person who insists on the art of architecture from ordinary architects is the implementation and persistence of his own ideas. Regardless of the purpose of the building, this will be A long-lasting, architectural design spans time and has an eternal dialogue with users. It was precisely because of this change in mentality that when I was 34 years old, I designed the Sumida Canal Bridge for the Toto Circle Line and received a license from the Architectural Association. Newcomer Award. This was also the beginning of my true journey into Zhu Xun’s architectural art.”

While he was speaking, he had already slowly walked to the display cabinet on the other side, pointing to the design drawings hanging in the display cabinet here, explanations of some design concepts, aerial photos of backward buildings, etc.

From his expression, it is not difficult to see how proud he is of this building that is almost a turning point in his life.

"I changed my mind and even felt ashamed of my muddled past. I gave up my pursuit of aesthetics, and perhaps I will regret my immaturity in my youth for the rest of my life."

Karasawa and Narumi Asai, who was wearing eye-catching clothing, looked at each other and exchanged glances.

To put it simply, after I won an award in my 30s, I deeply believed that symmetry is good, so I began to look at the past works less and less pleasing to the eye.

That's quite putting it mildly.

"So, young man." At this point, Emperor Moritani suddenly turned in the direction of Karasawa, a pair of slender eyes emitting sharp light, "You may not be engaged in related fields, but in terms of art, as a senior I have reason to give you a piece of advice."

As he spoke, he walked up to Karasawa, raised his hand, put his arm around Karasawa's shoulders, and looked at the trendy dresser opposite him with a hostile attitude, but in his eyes, Asai Naomi was simply unsightly.

"People should have a sense of aesthetics when they are young. There is no pursuit of perfection now. As long as you keep going on this path, one day you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Through the light gray exaggerated toad mirror, Asai Naomi faced his bright but arrogant eyes and slowly smiled.

Compared to the eloquent Tang Ze, he is indeed not the eloquent type, but when it comes to the so-called artistic pursuit...

"Professor Moritani, you said it very well." Asai Naomi raised his hands and clapped gently, "Then can you answer my question?"

"But it doesn't matter." Moritani Teiji raised his chin without any fear.

He is a confident and outstanding person who has reached his current position by relying on his own ideas. He does not think that he will lose to any young person in the debate session.

Asai Narumi nodded lightly.

"I am not engaged in visual arts. I am a pianist, so I may not be able to understand your pursuits. But Professor Moritani, my piano was purchased by my family at a huge cost;

"The Kitagawa-kun standing next to you does not come from a well-off family and is not well-known yet. But he also does his best and uses all his disposable income to support the expenses of painting materials and equipment...

"What about you, Professor Moritani, did you also spend your own money to produce your works?"

The smile on Moritani Teiji's face disappeared immediately.

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"When you and Brother Shinichi went to the United States?" Conan asked back, shrinking his shoulders a little warily, "Well, I didn't know you at that time, Sister Xiaolan. Why are you telling me this?"

"I didn't do anything, I just mentioned it casually." Mao Lilan put down the comb, gathered the smooth hair on one shoulder, and said casually, "Well, I'm going to call Shinichi to talk about this. What's going on."

"Oh, that's it..." Conan, a little nervous, quietly pressed against the back of the sofa behind him.

He talked to him like he was talking to himself about topics related to Kudo Shinichi. Is this because he feels guilty, or is Xiaolan really aware of it?

The more I think about it, the worse I feel...

"Tell me, if I call him at this time, can Xinyi receive the call?" Mao Lilan took out his mobile phone, clicked on the address book, and tilted his head.

"Well, if Brother Shinichi is in the United States, this time will be exactly at night, so it should be fine." Conan laughed a few times, and there was a little white hair on his back.