Oikawa Takerai looked to be about sixty years old, with a somewhat rigid face beneath his meticulously combed gray hair.

He was wearing a dark green suit today, perhaps because of his home. Not only did he not wear a tie on the inner lining with linear stripes, but he only had one button on it.

However, this leisurely and calm attitude broke down immediately after hearing Nakamori Ginzo's proposal, and he blurted out the words of rejection:

"What? Let the reporters come in and set up the cameras? No, I don't agree!"

"Why? Mr. Oikawa, is there any difficulty?" Nakamori Ginzo asked suspiciously.

At the same time, Ye Gengyi and several members of the mobile team also stared at Qi Qichao and Chuan Wulai.

The painter's heart trembled, and he hurriedly added:

"Ah... no, that... because there are a lot of works in my house, I don't plan to disclose them to the public. If they are captured by the camera rashly, I will feel troubled. Besides, isn't your police here? I believe Kaito Kidd will not succeed. ..."

"So this is ah…"

Nakamori Ginzo was stunned, patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, as if he was going to lecture the mobile team members.

That's okay too? When he saw Kaito's father-in-law smiling proudly because he was trusted, Ye Gengyi knew that there was no hope for this guy.

I really don't understand how this guy got into the police department...

He breathed out silently, and naturally he couldn't continue to question the fake invitation letter on the bright side.

As for Oikawa Takerai, there is no doubt that he is by far the most suspected person.

After all, if you are really worried about your paintings being exposed by the media, how will the public exhibition of "Qing Lan" originally scheduled tonight be carried out...

Move the paintings directly to the yard of the villa?

Usually it's okay.

You must know that it rained heavily in Okutama County last night. Although the weather today is not bad, compared with usual, the humidity in the air must have exceeded the tolerance range of calligraphy and painting works.

In addition, the behavior of the other party daring to find Mori Kogoro and Edogawa Conan is also quite strange.

Ready to play frame in front of famous detective?

Or is it expected that after forging the notice letter, the character of Kaitou Kidd will definitely show up to ask for an explanation, so as to help his paintings further become famous?

At this moment, the door opening sound of 'Kang Dang' suddenly sounded in his ears, pulling back his thoughts.

Looking back at the entrance, I saw Conan, Mao Lilan and Mouri Kogoro hid in rather embarrassingly amidst flashing lights and reporters' questioning.

"Mr. Mori, are you okay?" Oikawa Takerai walked up to him with a worried face.

"cough!"

Mori Kogoro coughed lightly, and eased the embarrassment by arranging his clothes, and said, "Everyone is really enthusiastic, er, are you..."

"Look at me! I forgot to introduce myself," Oikawa Takerai enthusiastically held Mouri Kogoro's hand, "I am Oikawa Takerai, and I am calling to invite you, the famous detective artist."

"Oh! You are Mr. Oikawa, nice to meet you..."

Mori Kogoro paused, and embarrassedly turned aside to let Conan and Mao Lilan aside, "Is it really all right? I even brought my daughter and the kid who lives at home with me."

Can you stop mentioning the word "stay" every time you introduce me...Conan Banyueyan.

"sorry for disturbance."

Mao Lilan bowed slightly, "If it's inconvenient, I can take Conan to the car outside and wait."

"No no no, it doesn't matter, I trust the Maori detective, and..."

Oikawa Takera waved his hand, squatted down and touched Conan's big head, "This kid seems to be related to Kaitou Kidd."

After speaking, he stood up and continued:

"Mr. Mao Li. Next, I will take you to visit the studio where "Qing Lan" is placed. Come, please go upstairs..."

"Both of you, go help Zhongsen Police Department, I'll go to the studio to have a look."

Ye Gengyi arranged for two mobile team members to leave.

Then, he followed Oikawa Takerai to the second floor without any burden in his heart.

Previously, when he was investigating, he also went to the second floor once, but it was a pity that Nakamori Ginzo had already arranged a mobile team to guard the studio, and because the door was locked, he couldn't go in openly.

A group of people came to the corner of the stairs.

Facing him, he happened to meet an old man with a rickety figure.

The other party didn't mean to greet everyone, and said directly to Oikawa Takerai:

"Come here, I have something to tell you."

"Excuse me, Dad, is there anything we can talk about later? I'm going to take the guests to visit the studio now..."

Oikawa Takerai answered simply and resolutely. From the opening to the end, he didn't even slow down, showing an attitude of explaining to the other party.

"Huh? Oh..."

The old man took a deep look at his son-in-law, hesitated to speak, and finally chose to remain silent.

Kamihara Haruhito, Oikawa Takerai's father-in-law and his painting teacher, is 82 years old this year. However, this old man who is famous for his landscape paintings has never held a paintbrush since his hand was injured 10 years ago. paint.

This information was asked by Ye Gengyi from two mobile team members earlier.

The authenticity of the hand injury is not yet conclusive.

If you want to come to a fairly well-known painter, there should be no need to spend 10 years of your career, just to avoid being suspected after the imitation of Kaitou Kidd's invitation is exposed.

But, then again, there are already two suspects, plus Kaito who is hiding in the dark, is it possible that today we are going to have a 3-choose 1 true and false Kaitou Kidd?

He scattered his thoughts randomly.

On the side, Oikawa Takerai also introduced his father-in-law to Mori Kogoro and the others.

It sounds very regretful that a well-known painting master has withdrawn from the painting world due to a hand injury.

Mori Kogoro and Mori Ran were silent for a while.

On the other hand, Oikawa Takerai's face was calm, he didn't know if he sensed something was wrong with the atmosphere, or the passage of time made him no longer feel sad about this matter.

He took out the key, walked quickly to a door, greeted the mobile team member on duty, casually skipped the previous topic, opened the door and walked in:

"Come in, this is my studio."

Step through the old and heavy wooden door.

It can be seen that it is a room of about 60 square meters.

Since the two windows facing the south courtyard were closed, everyone could smell a pungent smell of oil paint as soon as they entered the room.

Conan and Mori Kogoro ran to the window to observe.

Ye Gengyi had no intention of approaching, and still stood there looking around, confirming that apart from the other window and the opposite door that can also enter and exit this room, the only way to get in and out of this room is the one on the ceiling. Air conditioning vents.

As for the bookcases embedded in the walls on the east and west sides of the room.

By observing the area of ​​the corridor, the possibility of a dark passage behind can be basically ruled out.

Immediately, Ye Geng's eyes fell on the easel covered with a dust cloth in front of the white plaster statue.

Mori Kogoro finished observing the scenery outside the window~lightnovelpub.net~ came over and asked:

"Mr. Oikawa, isn't this painting the same as the "Green Lane" that was originally scheduled to be exhibited tonight..."

"That's right, that's it." Oikawa Takerai nodded in agreement.

"May I take a look first..."

Mori Kogoro said that he was about to lift the dust cloth, but was stopped by Oikawa Takerai.

"No, Mr. Mori, I really don't like letting others see the work before it's finished."

"Well…"

Mori Kogoro withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "But, isn't it just the last signature?"

"No, actually there are still some things that need to be revised." Oikawa Takerai explained with a smile.

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