Conan Moslin

If he didn't mention the plot, Kuriyasu felt that, according to convention, Kubota was either a candidate for the deceased or the number one suspect, the first person to be suspected.

When Kubota was leaving, a middle-aged man with a round face and double chin came in. He had a very thick mustache under his nose. He said calmly, "There are not many people here as usual."

"Boss Manaka." Director Ochiai sounded a little surprised.

"This place will be closed in ten days." Boss Manaka looked around and said to the curator, "I'll trouble you to take good care of it during this period."

His expression seemed to be shrouded in a shadow: "Take good care of these rusty pieces of copper and iron."

The curator had no expression on his face, but he looked a little depressed.

Manaka turned to the person next to him and asked, "Mr. Nishikawa, where is the design?"

"Oh, yes." Designer Nishikawa Rang took out the design drawings and began to explain them to the boss.

Nishikawa looked gentle and wore glasses. Although he felt that the boss's words were a bit harsh, he still took out the design drawings, followed him diligently, and discussed with him about the internal renovation.

Li An silently said take care to the Mr. Zhenzhong. She felt that with the way this boss talked, she basically couldn't persuade the curator.

It's just a pity that the designer's designs are useless because they can't be sold.

Mao Lilan walked up to the curator and asked him with some regret: "Is this art museum going to disappear soon?"

"Yes, the previous boss had to sell the art gallery to Mr. Manaka because his company went bankrupt."

Iijima said angrily, "The previous owner sold it to Mr. Manaka because he wanted to continue running the art museum."

“As a result, not long after that guy bought it, he wanted to renovate this place into a restaurant.”

Li An looked at the layout here and couldn't imagine how such a large art museum could be turned into a hotel. From the outside, it didn't look like it could be converted into a hotel.

That designer is truly talented.

Boom!

The sound of metal falling to the ground caught everyone's attention.

Mr. Kubota was pushing a cart, and when he arrived next to Conan and his friends, an armored head rolled out.

"Uncle, let me help you!" Conan took two quick steps, picked up the head of the armor, and handed it to Kubota.

Although Kubota was in a bad mood, he was not angry at a child. He took the helmet from Conan and thanked him, "Thank you, little friend."

Conan smiled at him and was about to ask him why he still worked in the art museum even though he seemed to be scolded so often when Mr. Manaka's voice rang out again.

Mr. Manaka came back from his walk and said to Kubota, "You must be the Kubota. I've heard the rumors about you. You guys should get the money together quickly."

He walked away smiling, but several people in the art gallery glared at him.

The man holding the armored head had a dissatisfied expression on his face and angrily threw it onto the black cloth covering the cart.

"hateful!"

Director Ochiai, however, acted as if he hadn't seen it and said to the people around him, "Well, everyone, take your time to enjoy it."

Conan was a little confused about this.

Just now... he was obviously so angry, what was going on?

His curiosity was aroused again.

Li An asked Director Ochiai, who was about to leave, "Director, is that the armor that was rumored to move at night?"

Conan was about to sneak away: Huh? Can I ask this directly?

Director Ochiai obviously didn't expect someone to ask about such strange things. His expression seemed a little strange: "Miss, I didn't expect you to be interested in these things."

"I have a friend who likes to collect these anecdotes." Li An smiled at the old man, "He told me yesterday that you might know something about armor, and asked me to ask you."

"If you understand, he will be visiting in two days."

Visit? Didn't he already visit last night?

There should be only one person who knows that it is him in armor.

That kid is pretty good... I came here specifically to persuade him... It's a pity that he still can't give up.

Director Ochiai guessed who this friend was. He glanced at Li An and said vaguely, "Although a security guard mentioned that he saw a moving armor, I don't know much about this kind of thing. It's better for this lady to see it with her own eyes."

Say seeing is believing but don't deny it?

Li An nodded at him: "Thank you, Director."

The dean put his hands behind his back and walked away slowly.

"Dad, Conan, let's continue shopping?" Mao Lilan said to Li An and others who had just finished talking, but when she looked around, she found that someone was missing, "Where is Conan? Where did this kid go again?"

……

Conan couldn't suppress his curiosity and completely forgot about the danger he had once faced at the hands of the man in black.

When he picked up the armor just now, he felt something was wrong. The red necklace on the top of the armor felt very new, and Dean Ochiai did not lose his temper with him, so he wanted to follow the gentleman named Kubota.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Conan fell behind Kubota and asked persistently, acting like a very typical naughty kid.

Mr. Kubota didn't want to pay attention to him, but the kid kept pestering him.

"Kid, I'm working, you know?" he said unhappily, "The curator asked me to deliver the armor to the Hell Pavilion, and then help him organize the documents in the office."

Hell House?

Is this the place where Xiaolan said the security guard fainted at home?

Conan felt that there might be something here. Although Kubota was chasing him away, he wanted to take a look at the Hell House. Just as he was about to continue asking him to follow him, he suddenly felt that his vision was raised.

"Ahhh-"

"Don't disturb my work!" Kubota picked up the child, threw him away, then pushed the cart and disappeared around the corner.

Conan rubbed his neck which was hurt by the strangulation, walked forward for a while but still couldn't find Kubota. Although he was not a person with poor direction, Conan remembered that the tourist guide had been left with Xiaolan.

He could only turn back the way he came.

He was not afraid of Xiaolan's constant talking.

……

A few people strolled along the way, visiting the earth, the sky, and the ocean in turn.

At around 4:30 in the afternoon, on the road leading to the Hell House, as expected, I saw a no-entry sign.

"Strange? No entry." Mao Lilan opened the tour brochure in her hand, looking a little confused. "How strange! There should be another room in front of this."

Maori Kogoro glanced at the manual in his daughter's hand and said, "Okay, forget about it, let's go around quickly."

Conan was eager to go in, but was held back by Xiaolan.

Li An took a deep look at the seemingly dark passage ahead, sighed in his heart, and turned away.

She had already done what she was supposed to do, and she had no right to advise anymore.

Everything is settled.