While asking about the "Black Cat", Conan never stopped observing the boss of the real middle school and the director Luohe.

Therefore, although the boss of the True Matsu's suit is darker, Conan still noticed the injury on the other party's shoulder at the first time.

After his eyes swept over the floor, the wall, the long sword thrown aside, and the blood on Curator Luohe's armor, combined with the shape of blood everywhere, several scenes flashed quickly in his mind.

Conan became tense. He put the vase he had just taken lightly on the ground, ready to kick it out at any time, and pressed his hand on the anesthesia table.

At this time, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor behind me.

Conan turned around alertly, but saw that Ran Mori and Kogoro Mori ran in anxiously.

Kogoro Mori stopped at the entrance of the corridor and looked at Conan with a suspicion: "I seem to hear someone screaming? It's not that you are making noise in the museum."

"Of course not..."

Conan looked at the father and daughter and breathed a sigh of relief. Although the uncle was very efficient in solving the case, he was quite sensitive to the incident.

While nodding in his heart, a fist suddenly fell on his head. Kogoro Mouri angrily shouted: "I haven't asked you yet, what have you been running around just now!"

Conan covered the bag on his head and struggled for a while between "talking about what happened before" and "silently speaking", but finally decided to think that nothing had happened.

It is actually useless to say it, it will only make the two of them worry for nothing - this is the choice he made after a rational judgment, not because he felt it was embarrassing to be locked in the toilet. Well, that's right, that's it.

So when facing the problem of Kogoro Mouri, Conan squeezed out his innocent smile and changed the topic: "Because I heard something strange here! Uncle, guess what happened here?"

Before Maori Kogoro answered, he said in an exaggerated tone: "The old man in armor seemed to have cut off the fat uncle from behind! It's so scary!"

"What?!" Maori Kogoro's eyes suddenly became sharp.

What the child said in a sure tone is always hard to doubt. Looking at the "gangster" wearing strange armor in the exhibition hall and blood-stained, Ran Maori became nervous and clenched his fists in fear.

"You read it wrong." The rebuttal came, but to Conan's surprise, it was not the assailant who spoke, but the fat boss who was stabbed.

"..." Director Luohe was about to admit it just now, but the real boss snatched it first.

He frowned and looked at the young man who blocked him behind him, disagreed, but Makoto turned around and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "Are you going to bring this painting to prison together?"

"How could I bring it in..."

Of course, Director Luohe couldn't bear to paint, and even more so he couldn't bear to leave his daughter who was in the painting. But just because his daughter was watching from the side, he couldn't say that he had done nothing against his conscience.

"I was the one who was slashed by you. Such a minor injury can only be regarded as a private dispute. Whether to sue or not should be decided. My decision is to settle privately."

The boss was bleeding from the real age and almost soaked his back, but he said it was relaxed.

At this time, he spoke much more frivolously than when he was young. Obviously, when his appearance was destroyed by the years, his experience was also growing rapidly with his weight:

"Black collar...hehe, the black cat will pick at this time, because Xiao Kui hopes that he will appear now - that is, she doesn't want to see you being imprisoned and not want to be separated from you.

"Do you want to misunderstand her meaning again and do something that makes everyone feel uncomfortable?"

This was very convincing, but it was inevitable that it was heartbreaking. Curator Luohe's old face began to flow down again. He raised his hand and wiped it hard, as if he wanted to hide his embarrassing posture, and turned his back.

The boss of the real middle school looked at him and knew that this was a deal.

He breathed a little relieved, stood up straight in enduring the severe pain on his shoulders, and turned to look at the alert three people at the door:

"It was when I was playing with the Western sword here that I accidentally scratched myself. Director Luohe ran over to help me, and then I accidentally got blood."

"Is that true..." Kogoro Mouri vaguely felt something was wrong, "Why did that old man wear armor?"

"He is the director here, and this is another medieval exhibition hall. The director cosplays the medieval knights. Is there any problem?"

After being a boss for a long time, he still has a little bit of momentum.

After explaining with a tough bullet, Zhenzhong immediately changed the topic: "I am very grateful for your concern, but rather than asking some inexplicable questions, it is better to call me an ambulance!"

"Ah, yes! I'm sorry!" When Ran Maori woke up from his dream, she felt a little guilty while anxious - how could she just watch from the side when facing a person who was bleeding...

Her face turned red and she immediately turned around and rushed out, borrowed the phone from the staff.

The boss of Shizuka looked at her back, shook his head and laughed, then took out his big brother from his pocket and pressed 119.

"..." It seems that they don't need to appear at all.

Kogoro Mori nodded at the two of them a little embarrassedly and pulled Conan away.

Conan didn't want to leave at first, but when he remembered the red and swollen eyes of the two people ahead, he was silent for a while, and finally sighed and decided not to interfere in this matter.

Since the person who was cut down insisted that it was an accident and the person who cut down had given up his action, let them solve the problem privately as they said.

However, there is still a wave of reasoning.

Conan intuitively felt that if the "Courtess Director Luohe" succeeded today, it would be a murder case with many tricks.

Armor is placed in many places in this medieval exhibition hall.

The director deliberately wore it like that, maybe he wanted to dress up as a decoration in the exhibition hall, and then chose the right time to attack the middle-aged man.

And this is definitely not a temporary idea, but a long-planned plan - Conan has a good memory, and he immediately thought of a series of abnormalities, including the signboard in the corridor leading to the Hell Pavilion that said "Please do not enter".

Thinking of the sign, Conan was slightly stunned, his reasoning for the murder was slightly stagnant, and his thinking ran towards the other side.

Because he picked up the sign, he immediately thought of someone.

——A few hours ago, the neighbor downstairs of the Maori family stayed there for a while.

And according to Ran Maori, Shiraishi opposed her visit last night, but today he ran over, and it was a bit abnormal no matter how he thought about it...

Contacting what happened before... this seems to be the only thing he is abnormal.

At first, it was at Yoko Okino's house. Shiraishi suddenly fell asleep and immediately guessed the inside story of the case within a few seconds after waking up.

Although Conan found a reason to convince himself that Shiraishi was fine, but he actually remembered this matter all the time.

Not long ago, Dr. Ogawa asked them to find the sender of the gift. When he was traveling to his workplace by the doctor's car, Conan once saw Shiraishi in a bus next door.

And one of the parking lots of that car was Mihua General Hospital.

After this, on the surface, the neighbor had nothing to do with the gift case.

But when Conan speculated that Dr. Ogawa's son was in danger and arrived at the scene, Kei Ogino, who was about to commit the crime, inexplicably gave up his action and knelt on the son holding Dr. Ogawa's son and cried bitterly.

It's like...just like the two people in the Hell Pavilion just now!

Conan only felt a light flashing in his mind.

——The cases were attempted several times. Shiraishi had been at the scene before the incident, and then, men in black appeared again... Oh, now it seems that he should be called Black Cat.

In short, although there was no strong evidence, Conan intuitively felt that Shiraishi and Black Cat might be the same person.

Of course there are differences: the black cat seems to be a little taller, the two people have different voices, and judging from the exposed lower half of their faces, their appearance is also different.

But because of a magical mother who is good at disguising, Conan has an extremely broad mind in this regard:

The height can be adjusted by a height-enhancing pad. If the sound is changed, some people can change the sound perfectly without using a voice changer.

As for the different faces - maybe he deliberately put on a half-face mask after disguising himself to confuse others for a try.

After all, when a scam is exposed, many people will unconsciously relax and ignore the second scam hidden under the scam. Black Cat may have taken advantage of this mentality.

This is entirely possible, after all... that's an elusive magician!

...

"Speaking of it, the dress is so terrible, why do you need to use the cute code name like 'Black Cat'? It's like the old hero in the comedy movies of the last century." This made Conan very confused:

"It's also true in behavior. It seems that he does something good to stop the murder or persuade others to surrender, but he insists on showing off a bad face..."

When he commissioned Dr. Agasa to investigate the relevant information about "Black Cat", Conan complained so much on the phone.

He described the appearance, dress, and common behavior patterns of the man in black, but the characteristic of Onmyoji was just mentioned casually.

After all, Conan is a very firm materialist, and he thinks this has no reference value.

"It's probably because of personal hobbies. The heroes have many quirks. Or maybe he just kept a black cat, so he used it as a code name."

Dr. Agasa said, looking at the countless "black cats" on the screen, very big.

This nickname is so popular, and there are some news about real black cats in the middle, which is really hard to tell.

Looking at the information, Dr. Agasa suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, you come here for a while when you have time tonight - I made a new thing, haha, you definitely like it."

...

In the cafe, Shiraishi didn't know that Conan was trying to strip his vest like he was having a cheat.

But even if he knows, he won't be too worried.

This protagonist will definitely not believe that the soul is out of body. As long as he and the "black tie" appear next to him at the same time, Conan will most likely dispel his suspicion just like seeing Shinichi Kudo and Ran of Conan at the same time.

"I should think of a title in advance."

Shiraishi was sitting in the cafe, drinking instant soup made from powder bought from the supermarket, and regretted it a little:

"The weird name of the temporary 'black tie' sounds like my unpredictable weird image, but it's not handsome at all."

"Actually it's okay." Butterfly Ninja stood behind the counter, her mouth was as sweet as if she had applied honey, and secretly kicked a ruined pot into the corner under her feet:

“The tie gives people a mature and elegant feeling, which is very consistent with your image.”

"Thank you, but no matter how much you praise me, I can't afford to buy more pots for the time being..." Shiraishi keenly heard the slight noise caused by the scratching of steel and wooden floors. He touched his wallet reflexively and sighed haggardly.
To be continued...