The days of being a forensic doctor of salted fish in Rice Flower Town

The case has been solved, but my heart has not yet calmed down.

As the police informed on the phone, the weather will improve early tomorrow morning, and then they will send a big boat to pick us up.

I opened a corner of the curtain, and the sea not far away was still choppy, the sea wind was raging, the sky was so dark that it was about to crack, and the wooden windows were blown by the wind to the point of trembling and whining.

All of this is still terrifying, but what everyone is afraid of is the bad weather. Without the fear of death a few days ago, maybe many people can sleep well tonight.

But there is no me here.

I lay on the bed tossing and turning, and couldn't help but think of the broken plaster sculpture of the girl again.

The precious youth of a young girl is a treasure, forever locked away at the most beautiful age.

I lit a candle, and in the dark night, the manor had turned off the lights, and it was quiet everywhere, being swallowed up in the big net of night.

I tiptoed to the corridor full of portraits with a candle in my hand, as if being led by a god, I walked deeper and deeper, bringing the flickering light to the deepest painting.

It was a replica of the master that our group saw at the beginning: "The Maiden's Prayer".

The girl in the painting is holding a candle in her arms, kneeling and sitting in the center of the church, silk hanging from heaven across her shoulders, the surroundings are dark and silent, only the faint light in her hand.

I carefully put the candle in my hand parallel to the candle in the girl's hand in the painting. There is no moon tonight, the wind is howling outside the window, and there is only a ray of light in my hand in the corridor.

I couldn't see any expression on my face under the flickering firelight.

I suddenly remembered that poem:

God sends hopeless darkness and storms down

Explore the only light in the world

"The one who didn't expect to come is you."

In the darkness, a voice suddenly came from behind me. I was so scared that I almost dropped the candle in my hand.

With the dim light in my hand, I boldly turned around.

There are no ghosts,

Only the figure of Toru Amuro appeared in the light and darkness.

His blond hair against the flame in my hand seemed to jump in the dark roar of the wind and rain.

"God sends hopeless dark storms

Explore the only light in the world"

He slowly recited that line of poetry, and the violent wind and rain outside the window seemed to accompany him.

"It's dark and stormy, everything is ready, what have you found?" There was an expression on his face that was different from the usual jokes, and he was extraordinarily serious.

I suddenly realized that he was reminding me, but to be honest, when I discovered the secret here, I didn’t think so deeply. I said to him very honestly:

"Actually, I didn't decipher the true meaning of the poem, it's just... I've seen the real painting of this painting before, and it's a little different from this replica."

Here I should really thank Matsuda Jinpei, he probably would not have thought that the trip of the two big grievances would come in handy a year later.

I, who have seen the messy artworks in the art exhibition several times because I was too bored, can find the huge difference between the original and the replica no matter how slow I am.

"Different?" Toru Amuro felt a little puzzled by my words at first, but he seemed to have figured it out immediately, lowered his head and smiled softly, "So that's the case, that's a mistake."

I carefully illuminated the whole painting with a candle, but I didn't seem to find anything:

"I thought that touching the heat or touching the fire would show another painting, but it doesn't seem to be, no... The whole painting doesn't reflect anything, so it's even more strange? It stands to reason that the canvas of an oil painting should not That's it..."

"Canvas?" Amuro rested his chin and looked up and down the painting carefully. He motioned for me to pass the candle to him. I handed it over carefully, but accidentally touched his cold fingers, and couldn't help shivering. , fortunately he did not pay attention.

Holding a candle as a light, he examined the painting meticulously like a doctor, up and down, back and forth, left and right.

I really didn't see any mystery, and even wondered if I should burn the painting to find out.

"I see!" He said suddenly, his eyes lit up, and then he turned to me and asked, "Do you have a knife?"

I was taken aback, and complained: "At this time, the only one with a knife is the murderer!"

But I probably understood what he wanted to do, so I took out a key with a cute pendant from my pocket and threw it to him: "The key to my apartment, it has the same effect."

He looked at my pink keychain with very strange eyes, and rubbed my key carefully, as if to check the sharpness, and couldn't help teasing me: "Ms. Forensic Doctor whose job is to examine the dead I still like the pink keychain~”

"To shut up!"

Toru Amuro unexpectedly shut up obediently.

He lowered his head and carefully cut the canvas with the pointed end of the key. I leaned over curiously and couldn't wait to see what was under the canvas.

Underneath the canvas is still a painting.

But this time, even if the two of us don't pay attention to art, we can clearly see this other painting hidden under the replica painting from the aspects of brushwork and so on——

This is the real thing.

This painting is not "The Maiden's Prayer"

Quite the opposite.

There is also a young girl in the painting, and her face is very similar.

Toru Amuro and I exchanged glances, we both knew that the girl in this painting was also Miss Nana.

She is depicted in an intricate gown, draped with beads and ribbons, cinched to accentuate her slender waist and full breasts.

She sat in a corner of the palace, like a delicate flower that was warmed in a greenhouse.

The difference is that her face does not have the delicate expression in the previous painting, but only the silent cry of despair and choking her throat.Because there are not only jewels hanging on her body, but also iron chains that condense like jewels, binding her hands and feet layer by layer.A tear fell on her face, and another dropped from her chin, and fell to become the white pearl necklace around her neck.

It turns out that this is the real treasure.

The priceless treasure of the world's position.

Toru Amuro and I fell into silence for a long time.

Finally he threw me the key and turned to leave.

"This painting is yours," he said. "If you really want to do less work and live a happy life, this painting should make your life better for the rest of your life." He paused, then continued,

"Get away from all the chaos in Mihua Town, and stay away from us.

This is my truth.

you deserve better. "

He strode away from the gallery, leaving me alone to stare blankly at the weeping girl.

I took this painting back to my bedroom. This huge portrait is now placed in my bedroom. The crying of the girl in the picture is very depressing. A cloth covered her eyes.

I don't know why, but on such a windy and rainy night, I actually saw a glimmer of starlight in the darkness.

No, not Starlight.

I opened the curtains and walked to the balcony, my hair was wet by the wind and rain, but I couldn't care less about being embarrassed.

Because I found a white hang glider, which looks very abrupt in the silent and deep night.

"Phantom Thief Kidd..." I muttered, and that white figure really appeared on my balcony.

I rubbed my eyes vigorously, wondering if it was true or not, why he landed perfectly and handsomely on such a windy night, would Kaito Kidd really not let Newton rise from the coffin?

He landed gracefully, tiptoeing the ground with silky movements, gliding from the air without any damping, and leaned against the railing of the balcony.

He took off his white magic hat, bent down and gave me a gentlemanly salute.

Then he picked up his white wide-brimmed magic hat, turned it in one direction, shook it downwards, and poured a hatful of rainwater from it.

"It's raining heavily." He turned to me and said, "Why don't you invite me in, my beautiful lady."

I didn't answer, just turned sideways to express my attitude.

Phantom Thief Kidd walked into my room with a gentlemanly pace, stroked the dust on the sofa before sitting down.

By the way, this guy still has to wear his windy white cape when he enters the house, right?

He looked at me with a smile:

"You should know why I'm here."

Of course I know, this guy must be aiming at all my hopes for the rest of my life, my precious wealth, and my paintings worth thousands of dollars!

I just brought it!Can't you cover me up and come back again!

I've never answered so quickly:

"Can't!"

"I need this painting badly," he said.

"Then you can't come and grab it! I need it too!" I didn't have any intention of giving in.

Kaitou Kidd didn't hold back the gentle smile on his face because of my resistance:

"How can this be called 'robbing'? You know I've always been very gentle and polite."

Well, it's polite to give the notice letter first and then grab it.

He looked at my vigilant expression, and his expression relaxed a bit:

"Besides, I will be more friendly to beautiful ladies."

Well, he was so friendly that he didn't give the notice letter, and swaggered into the house to grab it.

The Kaitou Kidd seemed to have seen through my rich mental activities, and he went on to say:

"It's really not a robbery this time~ I'm here to exchange."

"Exchange?" A few question marks popped up on my forehead, "The famous Kaitou Kidd didn't come to steal, so he ran over and asked me to exchange?"

I couldn't help but went up and pinched his face, and pulled hard: "Are you really Kaitou Kidd? Isn't it fake?"

Looking closer, Kaito Kidd seems to be quite young, with a baby face like a high school student.Hasn't he been in the rivers and lakes for many years?Are all the anti-aging products now so powerful?

The Phantom Thief Kidd grinned at me, and hurriedly explained inarticulately: "It's...really...it's me..."

I let him go.

The poker face failed, Kaitou Kidd covered his reddened cheeks with grief and indignation:

"I kindly offered to exchange, but you didn't appreciate it!"

I rubbed my head in embarrassment, "That's because you don't match the Kaitou Kidd I saw on the news..."

"Then you can change it!" He said angrily.

"Speaking of which, this painting is a bit too depressing, and it doesn't match my style~"

I answered tactfully.

"understood."

Kaitou Kidd got up from the sofa, as if he knew in advance the hands and feet I moved at the beginning.

He skillfully pulled out the interlayer of the sofa, tore off the fabric of the cushion, tore off the cotton wool of the cushion, tore several layers of packaging in succession, and opened the painting that I had hidden for a long time like a blind box.

"It's pretty well hidden..." he complained,

"I'll bring you what I exchanged with you next time."

He held the large-framed painting under his arm, waved to me and was about to leave.

Before leaving, he suddenly seemed to remember something, turned his head, and asked me without thinking:

"Do you... have any favorite flowers?"

"Flowers?" I was taken aback, "Probably...probably..."

I thought about it for a long time, and then a thought came to my mind out of thin air:

"Probably... pear blossoms."

"En." Kaitou Kidd replied in a low voice.

Suddenly, a large bouquet of flowers appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the fragrance of the flowers rushed straight into my arms. I was caught off guard by the sudden fragrance of flowers.

"Forget about that eighteenth-rate magician's rose, it's not good to just give one."

Before I could react, he had already stuffed the bouquet into my hand.

When he took two steps forward and wanted to leave, I stopped him.

"Wait." I said.

Kaitou Kidd turned his head.

I took out my mobile phone: "Can you take a photo with me as a souvenir?"

Kaitou Kidd tilted his head, smiled, and stretched out an index finger to his lips:

"Shh-

that's not allowed. "

It turns out that this is the high profile of all idols, I waved to him with some disappointment:

"Then let's go."

"Eh?" Kaito Kidd seemed a little aggrieved, "If you don't ask me, what can I use instead of the group photo?"

"what?"

"A hug."

Before I could react, he posted it and gave me a light hug.

He seemed to have been exposed to a little rain, and his body was a little wet.

But before I could think too much, he quickly took two steps back, and a cloud of smoke suddenly shot out from under his feet, covering the entire room at an extremely fast speed.

Kaito Kidd disappeared.

Only the lingering echoes in the smog were left, which did not dissipate for a long time:

"goodbye…

Riko...

Looking forward to seeing you next time under the moonlight. "

The author says:

"Goodbye" means: Looking forward to seeing you next time

Tomorrow at 15 o'clock Matsuda understand?

感谢在2022-05-3118:00:05~2022-06-0117:53:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Qianluo;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?