The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

Ruyue Fengshui stared at the canvas solemnly, stretched out his hand and touched the sudden black mark, wanting to see if the ink had dried.

His house is not small, and going up and down the mountain is quite time-consuming. It is not easy for Kitagawa Yusuke, who does not own a car, to get in and out of here. Therefore, when Kisaragi Minesui has nothing to do, it usually takes an extra ten minutes to send him all the way to the foot of the mountain. On the side of the road.

He pursues purity. Apart from himself, only the housekeeper and servant responsible for sweeping the house occasionally come in and out of the house. Therefore, it is difficult to say who did it for such a long time span.

And what this prisoner did, whether it was the destruction of the work or the underlying ridicule, made Ruyue Fengshui a little angry.

Touching the special black paint, Ruyue Fengshui was stunned, hesitantly retracted his hand, and touched it twice more for confirmation.

Raising his hand and looking at the bright spots left by his fingerprints on the ink, Ruyue Fengshui couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable.

He has been doing it himself for a long time and has participated in the printing design work of many of his own works. He is also familiar with this process. This is a temperature-changing ink that gradually loses color as the temperature changes. In terms of feel, it may be quick-drying. of.

"What on earth is this..." Ruyue Fengshui, whose emotions were interrupted, was confused.

He was trying to sabotage someone because he was dissatisfied with him or his disciples. He could still guess what the other party was thinking, but what was the point of running into his studio out of nowhere and turning his disciples' practice paintings into scratch-offs... …

Still confused, Ruyue Fengshui quickly rubbed the canvas a few times, wiping away the traces from top to bottom, revealing the original appearance of the painting below.

An unexpected symbol appeared in the center of the canvas. The bright red color was incompatible with the pastel colors of Mount Fuji.

This is not the one on the news...

Ruyue Fengshui was deep in thought, trying hard to recall what this symbol represented and to understand the message the intruder was trying to convey, when the phone suddenly rang, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the studio.

Because of the pursuit of peace and quiet, Ruyue Fengshui rarely told others his home phone number, and always asked them to call his mobile phone. The home phone was mainly used to answer calls from the access control.

Ruyue Fengshui frowned, walked out of the studio slowly, found the nearest landline phone and answered it.

"Hello, this is Kisaragi House." After looking at the blank call message for a while, he hesitantly addressed himself to the other end of the phone.

Thinking of what he saw on the canvas just now, he had some vague premonitions about the person on the other side of the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Kisaragi." The voice on the other end of the phone was soft and gentle. It seemed that it had been specially processed and the gender could not be distinguished. "I heard that you have had some minor worries recently and your life is not comfortable. It's just nothing. I really admire the old gentleman’s painstaking efforts in painting, so I want to help you solve your problems and express my feelings.”

I don’t know whether it was intentional or just teasing Ruyue Fengshui. The person who spoke was humanistic and mixed with some ancient tunes and said these very written expressions, as if he was also a calligrapher, painter or poet, communicating politely with his peers. Similar.

But his weird words and tone only made the really knowledgeable Ruyue Fengshui laugh dumbly.

This is obviously someone who doesn't know much about Japanese literature, but is trying hard to speak elegantly. The words are awkward and hard to pronounce, as if they were directly translated from other languages.

There was culture, but no culture, which made Ruyue Fengshui smile.

"The things Yusuke painted were left behind by you?" After the interruption, Ruzuki Fengshui's expression softened a little, "Even if it is a practice work, you should not destroy other people's paintings like a joke. Break in without permission. My home is also very inappropriate.”

Ruyue Fengshui, who was amused by the other person, relaxed and began to assume that the person on the other side of the phone was an overly naughty and mischievous young man, joking with him.

No matter how they expressed themselves, these guys who claimed to be the Phantom Thieves in the news did not give their "judgment" directly and condescendingly like they did to other targets, which relaxed Kisaragi Fengshui's previously tense heartstrings.

No matter what purpose they serve, it is a good thing that there is room for dialogue.

Ruyue Fengshui believes that he is not a bad person, but he also knows that it is a fact that he has evil thoughts because of his artistic pursuits and life beliefs.

Although they don't have the concept of cultivating one's mind before cultivating literature, such an idea is against public order and good customs, and is not in line with the public's expectations of artists who are indifferent to fame and wealth. Ruyue Fengshui is very self-aware.

"This is not to destroy the painting, old gentleman." The person on the other end of the phone chuckled, "Don't you think that with the addition of that mark, the work can be called complete? This is to perfect the art itself. "

"Quia." Ruyue Fengshui sighed and asked bluntly, "Okay, what exactly do you want to do? I have heard of your name, the Phantom Thieves of the Heart, like other Phantom Thieves stealing art. , steal the desires of sinners...Have I also become your target?"

As Ruyue Fengshui spoke, he subconsciously touched the porcelain cup he had placed in his pocket, speaking in a very calm tone.

He didn't think there was anything strange or offensive about him becoming the target of the Phantom Thieves. It should be said that no one's life could withstand careful scrutiny, and too many sacrifices were made for the mechanical concept of art. He has things, some of which have already violated many moral bottom lines.

For example, in order to earn enough money to buy this mansion for himself, and to obtain a more secure and comfortable living environment, he accepted many sons and daughters of famous families as disciples, and let them bear the name of being a disciple of Ruyue Fengshui. Gold plated.

Those people regard these young people who have little relationship with him as a transit point to establish long-term communication channels with him. They talk to him about the sale and collection of paintings. They have plagiarized and even stolen paintings from him more than once, but they accepted their funding. Ruyue Fengshui could only swallow and acquiesce to the development of such a thing...

Ruyue Fengshui never thought that he was a pure and noble painter. He paid for his persistence, and the price he paid would deepen his persistence again and again. His life had already been determined by his determination to embark on this single track. time, deeply bound to all of this.

But he doesn't think that he is a hopeless villain. Compared with himself, his disciples, the collectors who put pressure on him, the art evaluators who asked for inside information, the wealthy businessmen and dignitaries...

There are too many people in this world who are crazier than him.

"Yes... and no." The person on the other end of the phone said something shocking in a slightly smooth voice, "So what I want to say is, we can take care of your troubles for you. No need. With murderous intentions in mind, old man, that building will become the Titanic for many people, and it will end sadly on the day it sets sail. Rather than this, you might as well make a formal commission to the Phantom Thieves, and we will help you. How about solving some real problems?”

This time, Ruyue Fengshui tightened her grip on the receiver in her hand and froze on the spot.

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"Someone is using the computer room of the Twin Towers in Nishitama City to send information related to the organization to the outside world?" Toru Amuro asked in an incredible tone, "Why, could it be that he has some deep grudge against the company and wants to directly send the boss to the outside world?" Put to death?"