Although he restrained the murderous intent in his eyes, the resentful look could not escape Okata's awareness.

Human language can be deceptive in expression, but in the eyes, it is hard to escape the expression of the branches, exposing one's own thoughts hidden in the heart...

The boss of the real middle school seems not as old as Director Luohe, but the latter is submissive in front of him and seems to be respectful.

After the arrogant boss left with his assistant designer, Okabaya looked at the silent Curator Luohe and said slowly: "Just like these paintings, being weak is a state of mind."

"Thank you, young man." Director Luohe did not listen to Okata's words and squeezed out a reluctant smile.

It can be seen that Director Luohe was in a bad mood, so after thanking him, Ogata and the other two casually watched paintings and some ancient art relics displayed in the exhibition hall. These things have a long history, record the past of Japan and reflect the humanities of those eras.

When they arrived at the last exhibition hall, they found a sign "Tourists are forbidden to enter" in front of the door. Xiaolan gave up the exhibition hall helplessly, and the three of them continued to watch the paintings.

"Cousin, is there anything good about this painting?" Xiaolan came to Okata curiously and looked at the oil painting that cast his eyes on.

Okabata came back to his senses and said with a faint smile: "It was created with the mythological stories of the Bible, so I was curious about what this painting wanted to express."

In the oil painting, a sharp sword pierced through the sun, and the bright red pigment vividly showed the inspiration and creativity of the painting, allowing Xiaolan, who read the following text to unfold her imagination.

"It's getting late, let's go back, Sister Xiaolan and Brother Ogata." Conan followed the two of them all the way around, looking at these boring paintings, and said tiredly.

Xiaolan glanced at Okabaya, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The visiting manual says that the exhibition hall that is prohibited from entering is the room that displays what I said in the morning that can walk on the armor."

"Oh, do you want to go and have a look?" Okabaya looked at Xiaolan and asked.

Xiaolan nodded, saying that women's curiosity can kill cats, but she was thinking about armor and Xiaolan in the exhibition hall, verified this sentence.

After persuading Conan, the three of them walked towards the exhibition hall they had been to before.

When they came to the door of this closed exhibition hall, what surprised the three of them was that the sign that was originally placed in front of the door, "Tourists are forbidden to enter and exit" was removed.

"Let's go in and take a look." Okata led, Xiaolan followed behind, Conan walked at the end, and pushed open the door that was not closed.

The dark exhibition hall is indeed filled with many weapons and armor from the last century. As we walked along the way, most of these cold weapons were stained with blood in ancient times, it set off the entire exhibition hall with a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

Okata and Conan looked at everything in the exhibition hall with interest. Men were naturally interested in armor and cold tools, so they would feel the texture of these works of art from time to time.

On the contrary, Xiaolan, who was originally most interested in this place, always muttered how regretful she hadn't seen the walking armor, followed Okata with some timidity.

"Don't be afraid, you are at the karate black belt level. Even if there is any evil spirit, you will die if you slash it with one palm." Okabaya said with a smile.

"Yeah..." Xiaolan nodded hard and pulled Conan's little hand tightly.

The atmosphere in the entire exhibition hall was very terrifying, Okata's eyes flashed, and he felt as if he had noticed something.

Walking to the center of this exhibition hall, with the faint light, you can vaguely see a huge painting placed there. Okatsu raised his head and looked at a knight in the picture wearing armor, sealing the cruel demon with a sharp sword. Blood splashed, and the anger that came to his face changed Okatsu's face.

This painting, as did Okabata before, was written by an author, but the painting in front of him occupied a lot of red pigments like blood on the paint, which was so shocking because it was vivid.

Xiaolan was slightly frightened by the painting, and Conan, like Okata, was very brave and came over to find out.

Okabata sniffed, and an extremely familiar smell came into his nose. His eyes narrowed, his face changed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the source of the smell.

"Tick..." The very sudden sound of water drops fell. Okaku took advantage of the vague light and saw a sharp sword nailing the boss of Shizuka who had met in the exhibition hall to the wall in an extremely terrifying way.

It was like the painting in front of me, blood splattered, and the dead body widened their eyes and looked forward unwillingly. Drops of blood with a pungent smell of blood slowly fell down, forming a pool of liquid.

"Ah!!!" Xiaolan was originally curious about what the party was looking at. When she turned her head and looked at the corpse of the real boss, her face turned pale, and then a sharp sound came from her throat.

Conan, who was standing beside him, also looked at the dead true boss in horror, and felt the cold exhibition hall in surprise and the terrifying atmosphere.

The blood was lingering, and the dead corpse was nothing to be afraid of, it was just a pile of rotten meat. So Okabata, a professional forensic doctor, sorted out his thoughts and restrained his deep fear.

Looking at the body, Okabaya calmly said to Xiaolan and Conan: "Call the police, don't move everything here, otherwise it will destroy the crime scene."

"Yes." Conan glanced at Okata. He knew very well the importance of restoration of the crime scene. He quickly called the police, quickly organized the language, and said everything in front of him.

Okata's eyes swept across the crime scene, his nose smelled the bloody smell, and finally looked thoughtfully at the center of the hall, the painting called "Tian Fei".

While waiting, security guards and exhibition hall workers rushed to the scene one after another, and the police were also on the way.

When all the lights in the exhibition hall were lit, the originally terrifying atmosphere diluted a lot, but when everyone witnessed the cruelly murdered corpse and the sharp sword that punished the demon in a painting, their scalp became numb...

"Conan, what do you seem to be thinking?" Okabaya looked at Conan beside him and said with a smile.

Conan, who was originally thinking, came back to his senses, looked at his cousin whom he could not see through, and smiled: "I wonder how to judge who the murderer will be after the police uncle comes."

"Just like this painting, the murderer thinks he is a righteous knight. To others, the justice of the knight is like a devil." Ohba's voice was calm and his speech was slow.
Chapter completed!