Conan's I am Pikachu

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Conan's face was speechless, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"That's right." Ze Yu nodded in agreement: "Who would choose Uncle Maori as a model when painting? Unless the painter is blind."

"After all, Uncle Maori wants to be out of shape and drink beer all day. He is simply an older decadent otaku. He is usually too lazy to even clean up the house. If he can be a model, he can be a passerby. Model now."

"Yes!" Conan agreed.

"Hey." Hui Yuanai walked over and couldn't help but said, "Does it really matter if you spit that uncle behind your back?"

"Xiao Ai, what do you think?" Ze Yu turned around and looked at him with a smile.

"I agree with everything you said." Hui Yuanai said solemnly.

The decadent and arrogant uncle also didn't leave a good impression on her.

"When we go to the painting club after school, will Xiao Ai go together?" Ze Yu asked.

"Forget it." Hui Yuan shook his head sadly: "I want to go home to read, you can go by yourself."

"Okay." Ze Yu nodded gently.

………

After a while...

In a painting club.

"Huh? You mean, your painting agency is going to publish a book about the scene of a murder case recently?" Uncle Maori sat on the sofa with a confused expression: "Will anyone watch this stuff?"

The collection of paintings on the scene of the murder case should be terrifying, normal people, who would watch this stuff?

"This is a work of art, and only real artists will buy it for collection." A man sitting opposite Uncle Maori said with a smile: "The chief painter of this book is the general manager and teacher of our company."

"The purpose of our inviting you over today is because we plan to join the discussion between Mr. Jianren and the famous detective Mr. Mori in the last part of the collection."

After listening to this man's words, Uncle Maori's face turned black in an instant: "That's it..."

Really, I am looking forward to it!

Not far away, Xiaolan and Conan sitting on the other side couldn't help laughing out loud.

Ze Yu was very obedient, he didn't smile so exaggeratedly, but there was also a slight smile on the corners of his mouth.

The man sitting opposite Uncle Maori poked his head out curiously and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Xiaolan suppressed a smile and explained: "My dad thought that you were planning to ask him to be a model for a collection of paintings!"

"We have known for a long time that this is impossible, but he was so excited that he almost couldn't sleep... You said that, Conan?"

"Yeah!" Conan nodded immediately.

"Hey, Xiaolan, pay attention." Uncle Maori looked over and said angrily, "How much to save me some face!"

………

At the same time, in an apartment opposite the painting agency company...

The artist named'Jianren' woke up from his dream and subconsciously rubbed his eyes.Butterfly Man Novel Network www.diexia.com

This is a 48-year-old man with a beard and looks a little sloppy.

Beside him, sitting a beautiful young woman, but this woman is not his wife, but his lover.

The woman was holding a bottle of nail polish that had just been covered, and she looked at the old man with a smile in her eyes.

After Jianren rubbed his eyes, he felt something was wrong, and when he raised his hand, there was an extra pink on his hand.

"What did you do?" he asked in a daze.

"It's just that you painted a butterfly with your nails on your face." The woman smiled and said, "How about? The nail polish that just went on the market today is very beautiful, right?

"I really can't do anything with you..." Jianren muttered a little dissatisfied, and wiped his face with a tissue.

"Hurry up and get dressed." The woman opened the curtains and said in a gentle tone: "Have you forgotten? You are going to see a detective today. You have overslept. You are almost late now, right? "

Hearing that, Jianren looked at his watch and exclaimed: "Oops!"

He took the clothes from his lover, and while putting them on, he said: "We have minimized the chance of meeting recently. My wife is already suspicious of me."

"Are you still worried about this?" The woman said seemingly casually: "When are you getting divorced? In this way, we can be together honestly."

"Asshole!"

Hearing her words, Jianren became furious, slapped him and slapped his lover to the ground.

Even the nail polish she was holding in her hand dropped.

"What are you doing?" The woman stood up from the ground, covering her face with an angry expression.

"I told you a long time ago that you can't tell anyone about the things between the two of us!" Jianren said coldly, "I have a son. You can live in such a luxurious apartment. Good nail polishes are all because I am helping you!"

"Don't even think about getting into it!"

"As long as you stay by my side, you can only be my lover, don't want to be the main room, it's impossible!"

"Damn, you ruthless man, I want to tell this story!" the woman threatened with anger.

"Do you think I would be afraid of your threat?" Jianren put on his clothes and said dismissively: "My wife has already discovered our affairs, and she acquiesced."

"What I mean is not between us, but about paintings." The woman sneered: "Most of the works you publish are painted by me. If I expose this matter, you will Dead."

"Hey!" Jianren's face changed for a while, and finally he said in a deep voice, "Who would believe what you said?"

"Don't you know?" The woman smiled triumphantly: "When I finish painting each painting, I will leave special marks on the painting. The paintings with those marks are my paintings."

"what did you say!"

Jianren's eyes widened and lost in shock, hurriedly ran to the bookcase and found a collection of paintings.

In nominal terms, this collection of paintings is the work of a man, but in fact, some of the works were painted with the help of his lover.

Jianren quickly opened this collection of paintings, and quickly found the paintings created by his lover. Sure enough, he found a special mark in these paintings.

That is a butterfly.

"How is it? Have you finished reading it?" The woman said triumphantly: "Your handle is in my hand..."

"Understand? In your life, never want to escape from my palm!"

"You bastard..." Jianren put down the collection of paintings in his hand and walked over with a black face, his heart surged with murderous intent.