The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

The reason why art can be called art is because it has the ability to shock people no matter where it is, no matter when it is.

Unfortunately, in this day and age, this iron law seems to have changed and no longer applies.

Most people in the Heisei era only wanted to make money, and their hearts became impetuous, and they couldn't calm down and watch with an appreciative eye.

"curator…………"

Perhaps influenced by the emotion in the old man's words, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu wanted to say something, but swallowed it back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just a momentary feeling of an old man, so don't take it to heart."

"Then I won't bother you anymore."

"Happy Valentine's Day to you all."

The frankness inherited from the Showa era made the heart of Kasumigaoka Shiwa, who was born in the Heisei era, speed up instantly: "No, we—"

"Director Ochiai, what do you think of the recent rumors about the art museum?" All the attention was on the impending murder in his mind, and Atsuto Yamashita didn't care about the old man's blessings.

"Rumour?"

"A Medieval Knight Resurrected, Walking Around the Art Museum?"

The old man in a suit and leather shoes turned his back to the two of them, and looked up at the magnificent ceiling on the top of the art gallery: "There is no such thing as the strangeness of resurrection from the dead in this world. You young people should understand it better than me, an old man."

Smiling lightly, Director Ochiai's figure gradually moved away and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

【Has it already started......】

Atsuto Yamashita watched the old man leave, then turned his head and turned his attention to the paintings hanging on the wall.Xiazhiqiu Shiyu looked at him thoughtfully.

"Mr. Bento?"

"what?"

"Hold it for me, I'm going to the bathroom." Kasumigaoka Shiwa smiled and handed the handbag to Yamashita Atsuto.

"I suspect that this is an excuse for you to be lazy."

After all, Atsuto Yamashita reached out and took the handbag.

Empty-handed, Kasumigaoka Shiwa chased after Director Ochiai along the long corridor that Director Ochiai had walked before, the hem of the sky blue pleated skirt fluttered wantonly, and the small black round-toed leather shoes stomped on the tiles: "Director Ochiai, wait a bit."

"Ok?"

"It's you, what's the matter? What's the matter?" The old man turned around and looked kindly at the girl who was chasing him all the way.

"Curator, I would like to ask you, do you sell the exhibits released in your museum today?" Kasumigaoka Shiyu calmed down her breathing disordered by running, and there was a trace of hope in Kasumigaoka Shiyu's eyes.

"Would you like to buy a picture, boy?"

"You can sell them, but they're expensive, no—"

"No, it's okay, as long as it can be sold, I have the money." After getting the answer she wanted, the joy in Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's heart was beyond words.

As a best-selling author, her current total assets can afford a painting displayed in this kind of art museum, and there is no problem at all.

"I want to buy that [God's Punishment] pair."

"If you can, you can swipe your card now, curator." Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who is financially free, is full of confidence.

"...So that's the case, I understand."

The old man who saw through everything smiled kindly, and the laughter was very carefree: "In that case, come with me."

As Ochiai said earlier, there are not many young people who still like medieval paintings in this era.

The art gallery is about to close down, if he can find a good home for these magnificent works of art under his hands, why not do it.

What surprised him was that this girl, who looked no older than his granddaughter, swiped her card without blinking her eyes.

"Thank you. Curator."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, who got the ownership of [Heavenly Punishment], smiled like a flower.

"It is I who want to thank you, child."

"These works of art are like my children, and that man seems to be a destination worthy of entrustment." The kind old man made a pun, and Kasumigaoka Shiyu's cheeks were slightly flushed, and he bowed to say goodbye after leaving the address.

"Why did you go to the bathroom for so long? Did you fall in the toilet?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who had been waiting in the painting exhibition area, glanced at the girl who had trotted back all the way, with a suspicious expression on his face.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's good mood was instantly ruined, and she simply didn't bother to talk to him.

"Here, your bag."

"No, I want you to get it for me."

"I knew you wanted to rely on me."

"whee…………"

The two quarreled and walked side by side, visiting one art area after another that could inspire Kasumigaoka Shiwa's inspiration.

By the time they walked out of the art gallery, the sky had already been dyed red by the magnificent sunset.

"My legs are so sore."