[Comprehensive] I, the second generation of God, have a bad fate

Maoyan Organization and Kaitou Kidd are mysterious figures who are often discussed on the Internet. They often steal precious artworks from art galleries or exhibitions.

But the two strange thieves have a strange behavior, that is, before each action, they will send a letter to the police or the owner of the artwork, informing the other party of what they will take away the valued artwork.

Compared with those low-end thieves, these strange thieves can be described as extremely arrogant.

But every time they act on a moonlit night, they can rely on their extraordinary reach and black technology equipment to successfully steal artworks several times, and successfully escape, playing with the police in applause.

In these chasing games one after another, it seems that the police are the mouse played by the cat.It has been many years, and these strange thieves have not been brought to justice, which is a great shame to the police.

Whatever they set their sights on, they have basically never missed it.

"You...you really don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement." Looking at Yukimura's smiling face, Xia You couldn't help but complain, "Aren't you worried that your grandpa's friend's treasure will be stolen?"

Usually when this kind of thing happens, it is impossible to take back the targeted artwork and hide it, not only because an agreement has been reached with the exhibition organizer, but also because the police will definitely require the owner to take the artwork out for exhibition , the purpose is to be able to draw out the strange thieves and catch them.

However, the police, who have never succeeded once in so many years, obviously can't make art owners feel at ease.

Yukimura Seiichi put away his smile and looked at her seriously, "That's why I said, I have something important and interesting to tell you."

"Huh? The important things... don't you mean what you just said?" Xia You was startled, a little confused about what kind of medicine was sold in Xingcun's gourd.

Yukimura smiled again, approached him and whispered, "The police have lost everyone's trust in these cases, so that old grandpa specially asked my grandpa to help."

Looking at Xia You's puzzled look, Yukimura explained in a low voice: "My grandfather has a very unique collection, which was handed down together with the flower and bird romance at home, and it is said to have extraordinary power."

He carefully narrated the old family history to Xia You.

The painting called Flower and Bird Fugetsu was handed down by ancestor Yukimura. It is said that their family had a talented painter with superb painting skills in the Heian period, who became obsessed with it all day long.

The painter has a woman whom he admires but can't find. Out of his longing and love for that girl, the painter draws the appearance of his lover according to his memory.This scroll of flowers and birds devoted all his life's efforts. After many years of painting, he stayed in his study every day to accompany the painting.

But the picture scroll is a dead thing, after all, it is not the girl he misses and loves, and cannot respond to the painter.

It didn't take long for the painter to feel infatuated and passed away at a young age.He never married a wife, and he was unwilling to let go of the scroll at the last moment of his death. All he cared about was worrying that no one would take care of the scroll after death.

In the end, the painter's younger brother promised him that he would keep the scroll for him, and be responsible for guarding this life-long painstaking effort for him from generation to generation. The painter just let go of his obsession and passed away.

"The younger brother of that talented painter is my direct ancestor, so this painting has been handed down intact."

No wonder Xingcun's painting is so good, it turned out to be an inherited talent...

Wait, her focus seems to be skewed.

Xia You said in surprise: "It has been more than 1000 years, and the scroll is still intact? This is too incredible."

"Yeah...it's really incredible." Yukimura smiled lightly, as if he was also interested in this story that has been handed down, "Whether it went through wars, floods, or flames, the flower and bird scrolls have not suffered any damage. Because it's kept in a marvelous casket."

"The incredible box?"

"Well, it's a weird box that can't be opened once it's closed." Yukimura nodded, "When I was a child, my mother told me that when I heard that my grandfather's grandfather got this inherited box, he wanted to open it curiously. I tried to find out, but I couldn't open it by any means, so I suspected there was a monster."

Hearing the word monster, Xia You's heart skipped a beat involuntarily.

"Then how did you get the scroll?"

"It was grandpa's grandpa who invited the descendants of the Onmyoji family to open the box and let the scrolls see the light of day."

"real or fake……"

"I don't know either." When Yukimura said this, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "I once saw that box that was treasured by my grandfather by chance, but this box is very small, maybe not as big as a volleyball, it is not at all Maybe put down a long picture scroll."

"It's not so much a box as it is a small box made of precious stones, but on the lid of this box, there is really a spell."

"Actually, grandpa's grandpa passed away very early, and now no one in our family knows whether this story is true or not. After all, no one has seen with their own eyes whether the picture scroll was really taken out from it." Xingmura smiled slightly, "Perhaps, it's just a fabricated ghost story. .”

"...Well, haven't any of you tried to tear off that spell?" Xia You asked hesitantly, and she guessed that it might be true in all likelihood.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, it's just that grandpa doesn't let me. The old people... are more conservative, and I really believe what the monsters and gods say."

Of course, to protect artworks is also one of the reasons.

"Now that friend of my grandfather is probably seeking medical treatment in an emergency, and he even borrowed that box from my grandfather, planning to use it to hold the gemstones that will be exhibited soon."

In order to reassure the old friend, Yukimura Anjiang lent it to him. Anyway, the Kaitou Kidd wants gems, and he will not do anything to the box containing gems.

"So that's the case... But why did Brother Jingshi tell me this on purpose?"

After narrating the ins and outs of the matter, Yukimura smiled and put away his phone, "Because your blog manga hasn't been updated for a long time."

"Don't you like creating monster-themed comics the most? I think this story may provide you with some inspiration, so I can't wait to tell you."

Xia You was slightly startled, then her heart warmed up, and she said with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Jingshi."

It turns out...the other party thought that she had encountered a creative bottleneck, so he deliberately told her the strange story passed down from the family.

"The exhibition was supposed to be held tomorrow, but it had to be postponed until the day after tomorrow."

People from the police and the detective agency must arrange arrangements at the venue in advance.

"This is the admission ticket for the exhibition. You can bring your boyfriend and brother with you." While talking, Yukimura took out several admission tickets from his backpack and gave them to her, "Take a look at the picture scroll and After the box, maybe you will be able to draw new comics, I am looking forward to it."

Xia You continued to thank you, and accepted the admission ticket he handed over.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang" in the distance, accompanied by the screams of panic from the crowd.

She subconsciously looked towards the sound, and the corners of her mouth immediately twitched uncontrollably.

In front of him, Ibaraki was looking at the frying pan with a blank face. There was a mosaic of black and burnt yellow inside, and he couldn't make out what it was.

Bright yellow flames were rising from the wok, twisting the summer air.

Ibaraki stared straight at the hole in the middle of the frying pan, he couldn't figure it out at all, but the shovel in his hand was a little harder, how could this thing leak?

Nakiri Rie, who was immersed in cooking, was obviously taken aback by him. After pushing his glasses to see the situation clearly, he immediately looked at Ibaraki in horror, eyes full of disbelief.

"Are you a devil!?"

What kind of talent is able to poke a hole out of such a hard iron pan!