"Hey... aren't there in these paintings?"

Listening to the words of Shu Yunwen, the three sisters of the next life are all in the same breath and are relieved.

In other words, although it is not clear what is going on, it seems that this painting may be out of the picture.

Just like the "Snakeman" of their father, Haienz, before the spirits were "appreciated" by themselves, the snakes in the paintings were all gone...

Mommy! A good end oil painting, after the "appreciation" of the spirit, how did the snake disappear?

Could it be said that this evil sorcerer grabbed the soup back?

The three sisters of the next life were groaning in their hearts. Shu Yunwen’s eyes swept around for two more times, and then nodded. “Yes, there is really no... Well, are the pictures you have stolen here?”

"Yes, it’s all here." The tears nodded, and then continued. "But we just learned from the diary of the computer tycoon that there is a software designer named Ban Cangzhuo who should I also have several works of my father..."

"Well? Who are you talking about?"

When I heard the name of Cang Cangzhuo, Shu Yunwen and Sakamoto were all slightly stunned. When they came to tears, they stayed for a while, then replied: "It’s just that of Cang Cangzhuo... Well, yes, the game he made is very famous. I once won a grand prize, but I had a problem with my eyes, so I seem to have changed into a game..."

"..."

Ok, this is really the same person!

Shu Yunwen sighed in the heart, then smiled and said: "...What, that Cang Cangzhuo has died, does this have any effect on your investigation?"

“Ah? Banchong Zhuo’s death?” I heard a rumor, and immediately said, “...this should have no effect? ​​We just contacted the intelligence dealers on the road and entrusted them to help investigate the Bancang collection. Where is the work, in fact, the computer tycoon has the information of my father’s paintings, and the intelligence dealer told us...”

"is it?"

After the words of life, Shu Yunwen nodded his head and then asked: "Where...how long will the information traffickers reply?"

"This...about an hour?" It’s not too sure to tears. "...We bought information with him before, and usually responded in about three hours..."

After the tears and tears, the love came up and said: "We have already discussed it. After the information traffickers gave the information, we will go and steal the collections tonight!"

"Ah? Do you want to steal it tonight?" After listening to the love of the next life, Shu Yunwen gave a slight glimpse, then smiled. "I wish you all the best! Also, after the things are stolen, you will inform me immediately. I will come over and see!"

"Okay, Yunwen adults."

For this request, the three sisters of the afterlife did not dare to have any opinions, and Shu Yunwen casually scanned the paintings around him and then said:

"Well, I have also appreciated these works. If there are no other works, I will go back first!"

"Are you going to leave? Yunwen adults?" Listening to the words of Shu Yunwen, the three sisters came to the heart of a happy, secretly glad that this metamorphosis was finally going to get out of the way, and a disappointing look was on his face. "Then you go slowly, we will contact you when we find a new painting!"

"Okay, it’s really bothering you!" Shu Yunwen smiled slightly. "I will also urge you to do things in the museum. You can rest assured!"

......

At 8:30 in the evening, Mihuamachi.

In Luoli's biological research laboratory, in the living room, listening to Conan's words, Dr. Auntie's face showed a "surely" expression, and then whispered to Conan: "New one, you can take a quick look. Is there any other clue about black tissue in this diary!"

"Oh, that's what it is."

Conan nodded, then reached out and clicked the mouse to quickly browse the board's diary.

It is not a daily diary to write a diary. The frequency is about three or four days. Sometimes there is no diary in one month, and the interval between each diary is different.

Conan quickly finished reading the diary, and his eyes fell to the last diary that marked the date of February 10, three days ago, and frowned:

"...The people at the restaurant suddenly told me a bunch of inexplicable words. Is it because any of the three of them have already found out that I live here? Since I found it, I just have to change the hotel anyway. It’s okay... The 'three people' in the last diary of Mr. Ban Cang, referring to them, Sima Malongsuke, Naito Dingping, and Baker Road..."

"...but, how can there be no clues about black organization in Mr. Boardan’s diary?"

In other words, assuming that the board warehouse Zhuo really has a connection with the black organization, and even working for the black organization, then there will be relevant clues in his diary!

However, there is nothing in this diary now, can you say...

Did Barkura remember to keep these things in other places?

Conan thought in his heart, and Dr. Ayi next to him said: "New one, is there any clue about black tissue?"

"Well, that's right. On the surface, these diaries don't have any problems, they just record all kinds of trivial things in life..." Conan frowned, continued to move the mouse, and looked at the board's diary, Dr. Auntie. Both eyes stared at the screen, and then suddenly said: "New one, is Mr. Bancang Zhuo a sloppy person?"

"Ah? Sloppy?"

In other words, according to the descriptions of the three of them, Ms. Cangzhuo belongs to the kind of neuroticism that others will immediately discover when moving their personal belongings. How could it be sloppy?

Listening to Dr. Auntie’s words, Conan glimpsed a little, then turned to look at Dr. Auntie: “Dr. Auntie, why do you think so?”

"Well, this... Didn't you find out?" Dr. Aunt pointed his finger at the computer screen. "You look at the board's diary. Every diary has a gap, a blank, and the length is different. If it is a careful person. Shouldn't you make such a mistake?"

"what?"

Conan Wen Yan stayed for a moment, and quickly slid the mouse, and then re-read the board of Zhu Cangzhuo's diary, I saw that from the beginning of two years ago, this situation did appear in the diary.

"Deliberately leaving a blank... Can you say..."

Conan blinked slightly, and thought of a possibility in his heart. Then he reached out and pressed the left side of the mouse, dragging it along the last blank space on the computer screen, followed by a line of text that appeared in the blue shadow of the computer screen. Come out...