The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"So, grandpa has spent all his money on this house now?"

"You can't say that. The teacher has been buying a house for many years. In recent years, he has been selling paintings, and his income is not bad."

"Huh? Does that mean that grandpa has to keep selling his paintings to make a living?"

"Huh? Well...that's pretty much what it means."

"That's still very pitiful. It's not easy..."

"It would be really pitiful if a painter couldn't make a living by selling paintings."

"Eh?"

Conan, who was meditatively staring at the scene cut by skyscrapers outside the floor-to-ceiling window, was drawn back by the conversation beside him. The corner of his mouth twitched and he looked at Kitagawa Yusuke behind him, who could chat with elementary school students to death.

Don't tell me, there is a certain truth. After all, a painter with an overly individual personality like Kitagawa Yusuke will really starve to death if he can't even sell his paintings.

"But, didn't those famous painters, such as Van Gogh, work hard, and then wait until after their death for the price of their paintings to increase?" Taking over from Ayumi who retreated, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya persevered in starting the topic. .

Kitagawa Yusuke looked back with a look that said, "You are asking questions knowingly." "That's because Van Gogh was a painter who was not recognized by the market during his lifetime. It's not that he didn't want to sell, he just couldn't sell it."

Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, who was still listening to the heart-warming chicken soup literature and had not yet understood this aspect, couldn't help but be stunned.

After thinking about it carefully, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya scratched his head without finding any logical loopholes: "But the teacher said that Van Gogh's mental condition was not very good, and that many of his creative styles were a special perspective seen in a state of mental illness... "

"There is indeed a view that Van Gogh's choice of colors is due to a mental patient's tendency towards strong colors. However, I don't quite agree with this speculation." Kitagawa Yusuke shrugged, "Mr. Van Gogh was a He has never sold a single painting, yet he can still live so hard and strong. He is always described as a poor guy who was driven crazy because he had to admit that he was living in poverty. It sounds like he is just trying to hype him up. A gimmick created by his legacy.”

At this moment, even Conan, who was not paying attention, moved his eyes towards him.

Kitagawa Yusuke's ideas are different from those of many ordinary people, and are quite novel to children.

"How could he be driven crazy by poverty? A painter who is really driven by poverty would not have the perseverance to leave so many works." Kitagawa Yusuke pulled off the kimono on his body - it was still the same one they saw last time. Come to think of it, Ruyue Fengshui should indeed have arranged this for him, "I don't have much money. If I hadn't been recognized by the grand prize and favored by the teacher, I would have lived like that when he was that age. But poverty is not ours. Wrong, it is the market and publicity that determine the price of the work, not our level geometry.”

"...It makes sense." Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko held his chin in thought for a moment, "You mean, a successful painter shouldn't be defined by his living standard?"

Kitagawa Yusuke, who has always been responsible for creating people, looked back with a matter-of-fact expression: "I mean, someone like Kisaragi-sensei who was fully recognized by the market during his lifetime and bought himself a mountain by painting would be considered pitiful. , creators like Van Gogh and I should stop living.”

"Uh……"

After another moment of silence, he turned his kind eyes to the last elementary school student who had not spoken, Moto Kojima.

Let alone art bacteria, Kojima Genta, who has never passed an art class, looked back with clear confused eyes. Seeing Kitagawa Yusuke looking like he was waiting for him to speak, he thought for a while and said, "Then grandpa invites us to eat." Do you still have money for eel rice?”

"Hmm...!" Conan deliberately cleared his throat twice to interrupt Kojima Motota's next speech, so that the owner would not hear his natural-looking remarks, "If you put it this way, Mr. Kisaragi's works are still relatively valuable. Yes?"

"It's indeed quite valuable. I asked around a little bit, no wonder Senior Sister Tokiwa can earn enough money to build a building." Tang Ze nodded, and said with sincerity, "I don't know how she is good at painting, but her business skills are quite good. OK."

"What you're saying is..." Conan, who always felt that this was not a good word, raised his eyebrows twice and waited for Kitagawa Yusuke to say a new founder's statement.

"Teacher has been creating for decades. He is one of the rare painters who maintains his creative state until old age. The number of his paintings is not so rare that they are treasures. I heard that Sister Tokiwa buys paintings from the teacher and then stores them in She doesn't take action, and then uses the gossip to claim that she got a certain work from the teacher through the master-apprentice relationship. She can sell it, but she hopes to trade it privately... I don't know the details, but in short, she relies on this hand to maintain her At the same time as the shipment volume, the price increased more than five or six times." Tang Ze shook his head and revealed all the information he had learned from Ruyue Fengshui's palace.

How should I put it? This hand operation is similar to that of Madarame in the original work. Ruzuki Minesui could endure until the Twin Towers leveled the ground to raise a tall building before Mio Tokiwa hanged him on the spot. This already shows that the master's mind is quite stable. .

"But don't collectors have a circle? If she does this, it's impossible to maintain the price." Conan, who has a wide range of knowledge, blurted out.

"Yes, so if these people inquire from official channels, she will say that those are all fakes drawn by the teacher's students, and only the one she sold to him is authentic..." Tang Ze sighed with emotion, "Vatican If Gao had the support of an art dealer who could talk nonsense like this, he would have been impoverished long ago. "

"You kid, I haven't looked at you for a while and you are talking nonsense to me again." Ruyue Fengshui couldn't stand listening anymore and walked into the studio and slapped Tang Ze hard. "Where did you hear the gossip? You have this energy? If you just paint a few more strokes, the new exercise will have been completed already.”

"Isn't what he said true?" Mouri Kogoro, who followed, frowned tightly.

I don’t know whether Kitagawa Yusuke did it intentionally or unintentionally, but in short, he played this piece of gossip about Mio Tokiwa hyping up the art secondary market very loudly, so that the two people standing in the corridor having an awkward chat could clearly hear it.

Although he had done some psychological construction, he still felt heavy when he heard that Mio Tokiwa's character was indeed doubtful.

When he was in college, Tokiwa Mio was obviously an easy-going, cheerful, capable and pragmatic girl. He had always had a good impression of this school girl, but he didn't expect that after entering the family company, she would actually reach this point step by step.

"The fact is indeed the fact." Ruyue Fengshui put her hands up and looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window in front of her. "And her lies may one day come true."

No matter what kind of creator he is, what his status is, or what his mentality is, works of art are mirrors that can reflect the author's mood and experience, and it is impossible to hide them.

And with such a building that makes people excited, it is unknown how many works as magnificent and broad as before he can create in his twilight years.

Perhaps, this is the reason why Tokiwa Mio brazenly ignored the wishes of his teacher and built the building even though he knew it would cause his dissatisfaction.

——She has made enough profits from herself and hoarded enough works, but the only thing left before the works in her hands can truly be hoarded is the death of Ruyue Fengshui.