The Wonderful Journey of the Lord of the Rings

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"It looks like a normal art gallery."

Moori Kogoro and Conan had no choice but to accompany her to this place called Ochiai Art Museum on the second day due to the force of Moriran.

Speaking of it, this art gallery is one of the few cultural facilities in the town, and it is precisely because of its nature. In this era, such facilities are generally unpopular. For example, when three people come here now, It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, but the visitors in the museum were only twos and threes, and there was not much appearance.

But obviously, Mao Lilan doesn't care about this kind of thing, she just permeates this sea of ​​art.

She is not an artist, nor does she have a high appreciation ability, but looks at these artworks from the eyes of ordinary people.

"It's really great, I can feel the ancient aura from it, Conan, don't you think so too?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh! As expected to be Sister Xiaolan, the place I picked is different."

Looking at Xiaolan's expected eyes, Conan couldn't help scratching his head, showing an agreeable smile.

In contrast, Kogoro Mouri seems to be lacking in interest. Compared to these works of art that are unknown for many years, he still likes to watch Yoko Okino’s shows at home while drinking beer, but think about his daughter He couldn't help sighing because of the horror fighting power that Qing was better than Lan.

"I really shouldn't send you to learn karate at the beginning. It was obviously just for your defense, but now it has become a problem."

"Dad, what are you talking about, since you are here, you should take a good look at the exhibits here, and don't say anything else!"

It can be seen that Mao Lilan is also quite critical of her father, but she still has a big killer.

"If you complain like this again, I won't be cooking tonight. You can eat your own lunch!"

As soon as this remark came out, Kogoro Maori no longer complained. As a single man, his housework skills were basically zero. The two depended on Maurilan for three meals a day.

At this moment, a kind voice sounded.

"Hahaha, actually you don't have to force it."

The three of them looked, but found an old man in a suit came to them. The old man’s body was very tough. The eyebrows that almost covered his eyes and the two long beards all indicated that he was not young anymore. It's just the spirit of the whole person, even better than Kogoro Mouri.

"The art museum only exists to convey beauty to people. If it is forced, it will fall behind. As long as everyone can feel happy here, that is the purpose of the art museum."

"That's it, I haven't consulted yet, may I ask if you are..."

Mao Lilan instantly felt good about the old man and asked aloud.

"My surname is Ochiai, the curator of this art gallery, lady, it seems you like these paintings very much, that's great."

"It turned out to be the curator, do you like this painting very much?"

"Of course, it should be said that I like all the exhibits in this museum, just like my children, really cute, hahaha..."

The curator of the art gallery showed a hearty smile, full of affinity.

"So that's it, that, I would take the liberty to ask about something. I heard that there is a movable armor in this pavilion. What is this..."

At this moment, Mao Lilan suddenly remembered the reason for coming here, and asked the curator about the doubts hidden in her heart.

Unexpectedly, when the curator heard this, the originally hearty smile disappeared, and his eyes were even covered by the eyebrows, making him look a little gloomy.

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"Well, did I say something wrong?"

Seeing this scene, Mao Lilan was obviously startled and asked cautiously.

Curator Ochiai seemed to have just reacted and explained with a smile.

"It's okay. I thought of something else just now. In fact, the moving armor is just a rumor. I haven't seen it either. Maybe the staff was misunderstood by others when they moved things at night... Hello, Kubota!"

"Yes Yes!"

At this moment, the director of Ochiai Museum suddenly called to the staff who was packing up the exhibits nearby, his voice was very serious.

Facing the staff's fearful reprimand, the curator Ochiai sighed.

"I have said how many times, you must wear gloves to move these exhibits, otherwise it is easy to cause injury."

"No, sorry, I will definitely bring it next time."

"It's the next time...Oh, it's this time. I'm sorry, I still have some things. You can watch it slowly."

As if thinking of something, Curator Ochiai greeted them, and walked in the other direction alone.

Seeing this scene, Conan frowned, instinctively seemed to perceive something wrong.

He turned his head and asked Kubota who was patting his chest.

"Uncle, what did the curator grandpa go to do?"

Thanks to the appearance of children now, no matter what they do, they will not be defensive, not to mention that Kudo Shinichi's acting skills are quite good, so Kubota is not suspicious.

"Oh, ah, it's a storage room for some medieval exhibits, like armor, paintings and calligraphy."

"Uncle, why are you so nervous? Isn't the curator grandpa very kind?"

"He's not kind. It should be in front of you today. If it's normal, he would have scolded me. Really, it's just some old paintings. It doesn't matter whether you wear gloves or not, let alone. It will close here soon."

"close the door?"

"Well, this art gallery..."

While Conan was talking to him, the director of Ochiai came to a small remote room in the art gallery alone.

The room was dark, and Curator Ochiai had no plans to turn on the lights. Even in the dark, he came to his destination, a huge painting, very familiar.

The picture shows a knight in armor using a sword to subdue the demon.

"Devil, after all, you need to let the knight kill, you can only do this..."

With the faint light, Curator Ochiai watched this scene quietly and muttered.

At the same time, behind him, on the medieval armor, a pair of red lights emerged from the armor, shining brightly in the night.

[Ray, is this really good?Follow that boy to find Hora?Is there any basis?

"No, I can only say that this is a bold guess of mine, closer to intuition."

Outside the art gallery, a figure in a white coat floated up, looking at the art gallery in the sunset, and muttered.