This exhibition hall just uses dim lights to highlight the theme of "hell".

It doesn't mean it doesn't have lights.

Shiraishi turned on the switch.

The light as bright as daylight shone down, shaking the eyes of the real boss and the director Luohe.

Under the difficult gaze of the two, Shiraishi walked to the side of "Heavenly Punishment" and reached out to the side of the frame.

"I'll do it, let me do it!" Director Luohe suddenly stood up in a loud banging sound.

He dragged his heavy armor and stood in front of the oil painting.

Shiraishi took two steps back and saw the old man tearing off his gloves and constantly groping on the picture frame.

Soon, his hands stopped and his whole body froze.

Under his wrinkled fingers, a hidden mechanism was slightly sunken.

Director Luohe's hands slowly began to tremble, and the dream... seemed to be in line with reality?

He raised his head and finally looked at the oil painting in front of him that had been with him for a long time. This "Heaven Punishment" that made him proud and painful, and pushed him down with his hands.

Click, click

The mechanism in the picture frame was not damaged due to too long.

It broke through the middle, revealing the soft tone painting inside exactly the same as what they saw in "Dream".

"...It's actually true." Director Luo He's voice trembled. His old hands groped in the picture frame, repeating over and over again, "It's actually true!"

The boss of the real school looked at Shiraishi for a while and looked at him: "Why do you know this?"

He suddenly asked again: "If I had said the right thing back then, would everything be... the ending in my dream?"

"The past has passed, there is no if." Shiraishi put on a mask and said in the eyes of the two of them quickly dimming, "Cherish the present more, she said, she would feel sad when you see your current expressions."

The air fell silent for a moment.

After a while, the two finally felt the wrong thing in this sentence and looked at Shiraishi together: "What does it mean?... Can she see us!?"

"Of course." Shirashi's lips curled up, revealing his mysterious smile that he had practiced in the mirror countless times in his middle school years.

He looked to the side, turned his head slightly, as if he was listening carefully, but in fact, Shiraishi was just acting in front of the air.

After a moment, he turned around and said in a tone like a repeater:

"She has been staying next to this painting. She is very happy that you can see her. In addition, what she heard just now in the dream, was what she wanted to say to you. I just magnified her ability as a soul...!"

Shiraishi's tone was not easy to detect.

Where he was watching, the air stirred slightly, and a silhouette with shoulder-length short hair slowly emerged.

The thin figure turned his head and looked at him, as if he was standing in the sunshine and smiling. Then she raised her hand and gave Shiraishi a high-five to celebrate.

A small piece of translucent fragment flew away from her body and fell into the light screen that suddenly popped up.

Shiraishi lowered his head and lifted it up again, he saw the shadows that appeared in the painting slowly fade and eventually disappeared.

...

A few minutes ago.

Conan struggled to open his eyes, his eyes rosy.

He squinted his eyes in a drowsy manner and lay for several seconds. Everything that happened before he lost consciousness slowly returned to his mind.

Combined with the bloody color in front of him, Conan's first reaction was that blood flowed into his eyes.

After being awakened by this fact, he felt it carefully, but found that except for the numbness all over his body, there seemed to be no particular pain, and he could not smell the smell of blood.

After looking around again, Conan slowly realized that this strange red color was caused by the light penetrating the obstruction above him.

He was placed under an upside down bucket.

Conan stared at the bucket and couldn't react for a while.

He closed his eyes unwillingly at that time, and never thought that even if he could wake up again, he must have been rescued by the deathline of Maori Ran's crying and the deafening sound of the ambulance.

But now, let alone death, he was not injured at all.

What is the man in black doing? He doesn't silence him... Isn't he afraid of murder being told?

However, strictly speaking, I didn’t see the body, but saw a lot of blood stains on the kitchen knife.

Thinking of the terrifying kitchen knife, Conan thought again, it was not the moment when he was lying here to think about the other party's motives. If someone was really injured by the man in black, he would go to save the person immediately, maybe it would be too late.

As for killing... the man in black didn't silence himself, he probably wouldn't have committed that kind of crime.

The impression score as low as -1000 finally slowly rose a little.

After making a plan, Conan tried to sit up.

But the water pipes tied to his body and the buckets that restricted his legs greatly hindered his movements.

A few minutes later, Conan finally broke free from the shackles, moved his arms, pushed away the bucket that was much larger than him, and sat up.

His legs and arms were still very numb. Conan took a step and sighed, but he insisted on looking around the surrounding compartments.

There were no corpses, no wounded.
Chapter completed!