NIP Chapter 207 Conan: If I die, is it called dying young? No, it's called dying young!
Chapter 207 Conan: If I die, is it called dying young? No, it's called dying young!
Chapter 203 Conan: If I die, is it called dying young? No, it's called dying young!
"Has something happened at the art museum?"
Sakura seemed a little lost and turned her gaze to Wang Changsheng and Tomoyo.
One of the two men had a furrowed brow, while the other looked at the approaching Director Ochiai.
Conan, standing beside the three, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
What is the museum director's urgent visit to these three children after the incident at the art museum?
Conan kept glancing back and forth between the two people.
"Hmph, I told you you two were connected, but you wouldn't admit it. Now that something's happened at the art museum, and it seems like a big deal, you can still pretend? Let's see if you still admit it!" Conan gritted his teeth inwardly.
"Grandpa Curator, what happened at the art museum?"
Unlike Xiaoying's panic, Wang Changsheng was also startled by the news, but his thoughts instinctively gravitated towards the dark forces he had encountered a few times before.
So he didn't speak immediately, but frowned and pondered.
After all, the art museum was bought by Tomoyo through her family. If something happened to the art museum, even though Tomoyo knew that her family would never blame her, she would still feel a little bad.
He had just promised Director Ochiai and his granddaughter Yu that he would take good care of the museum and lead it back to its former glory, but the museum was vandalized the next day.
Wang Changsheng thought it was some forces hiding in the shadows that had made the move, while Zhishi was considering whether it was some organization that was hostile to her family.
After all, the Daidoji family is now a large and powerful family, so it's inevitable that some petty people will find fault with them.
Knowing that doing things openly wouldn't work, they resorted to these underhanded and sneaky methods to get you to cooperate.
It is truly shameful.
It also disturbs people's peace and quiet.
"This morning, because I had to go to the police station to give a statement, and the museum's visitor numbers haven't been great lately, I simply closed the museum this morning," Director Ochiai explained hastily, looking somewhat anxious.
He was being somewhat modest; the museum's visitor numbers were far from inadequate.
There were practically no people there.
Therefore, closing the museum directly in the morning is also a good option. It's a waste of time and doesn't make money. If no one comes to visit, you can't sell any sentimental value.
"and then?"
Wang Changsheng knew that Director Ochiai's words were about to take a turn, so he asked directly.
"Then..." Director Ochiai frowned deeply. "Yesterday, Yu, my granddaughter, said she wanted to pick up a painting from the exhibition. I told her to pick it up today, but that will have to wait until I get back. After all, the museum is no longer mine. Even if that painting was left there by our family, she still needs to let you know first before she can take it back."
"I originally wanted to tell you after I finished my business this morning, and it would have been best if we could go to the art museum together and watch Xiaoyou take the painting away."
But I don't know what's wrong with this girl today. I felt something was off about her this morning, and then she suddenly called to say that she went to the art museum this morning and found that some of the museum's spaces had been damaged, and it seemed to be quite serious.
She couldn't explain it clearly either, and I was worried. I already asked Detective Mouri to go to the art museum first, and a policeman went with her. I'm here to pick you up now, let's go quickly!
Director Ochiai explained the whole story in one breath, but he was unaware of what had happened to the art museum.
He hasn't been to the art museum since he went back yesterday.
If the art museum is damaged, could there be any dangerous individuals hiding inside?
Will Xiaoyou encounter any danger there?
Even Director Ochiai didn't know.
He was very anxious, but he didn't lose his mind. Instead of rushing back himself, he sent the detective named Maoli and the policeman over first, while he went to tell Wang Changsheng and the others about the incident.
After returning home yesterday, Tomoyo bought the art museum. He knew that the power behind these three children was definitely very strong. With the three of them around, Director Ochiai would have more confidence.
Furthermore, since the art museum now belongs to Tomoyo, he should inform her of its destruction, no matter what.
"Have Ran and Uncle Mori already gone over there?" Conan frowned, immediately stood up, moved closer to the curator, and looked up at him.
"The art museum was likely vandalized during the day, because people pass by this area on their way to and from get off work, whether it's evening or early morning."
Since you said the exhibition halls in the art museum were damaged quite severely, the commotion must have been significant. If it had happened at any other time, it would likely have been discovered. Therefore, the damage to the art museum probably occurred while everyone was asleep, around midnight.
Even though this art museum is dilapidated, there should still be patrols at night, right? Did you contact that person? Did he say anything?
Conan looked at the flustered yet somewhat rational Director Ochiai and started babbling on and on.
"patrol……"
Reminded by Conan, Director Ochiai also remembered this matter.
He was so worried about his granddaughter's safety that he quickly sent Kogoro Mouri and the others over.
He forgot about that.
"I'll call him right now!" Director Ochiai said, reaching for his phone.
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Wang Changsheng walked to his side, grabbed the curator's hand, and pulled him towards the outside.
"You can make the call on the way; let's get there right now."
"Yes, yes, that's right! Let's go first!" Director Ochiai nodded repeatedly.
He lives near the art museum, but is a bit far from the Metropolitan Police Department, so he drove here this morning and is now taking a group of children back.
Uncle Mori and Ran went there in a police car.
On the way, Director Ochiai dialed the number of the patrolman while driving.
The other party does not have their own mobile phone.
After all, mobile phones weren't very common back then, and it was too expensive for a down-on-his-luck security guard at an art museum to afford.
But he should be sleeping at home right now, and there's a landline at home, of course.
"beep--"
"beep--"
"Hey? Hello, who is this? This is Honda."
The call was answered after a while, and a sleepy voice came from the other end, sounding like someone who had just woken up, but still very polite.
"It's me, Ochiai."
"Director?"
After hearing Ochiai's voice, the person on the other end of the phone sounded noticeably more alert, and Conan could even detect that the other person seemed a little nervous.
This made him squint.
"Last night you..."
Just as Director Ochiai was about to ask if the other man had noticed anything amiss during his patrol last night, Conan, sitting in the passenger seat, gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Ask him if he was on patrol."
"Huh?" The curator was taken aback and glanced at the expressions of Wang Changsheng, Zhi Shi, and the other two sitting in the back row through the rearview mirror.
Only after Wang Changsheng and Zhishi nodded did he change his mind.
"Did you go on patrol last night?"
He spoke with great seriousness.
He was in a bad mood and also had to focus on driving, so he didn't immediately notice the panic Honda showed when it heard his voice.
However, now that he's come to his senses, he's realized this as well.
Under his somewhat serious, even stern questioning, Honda immediately panicked completely.
"I'm sorry, Director, after what happened at the museum yesterday, I was too scared to go back last night. I was planning to tell you about it today..."
Upon hearing Honda's voice, Director Ochiai's brows furrowed immediately. His already somewhat aged face became even more wrinkled, with the wrinkles all bunching together.
"You didn't go on patrol last night?!" Director Ochiai's voice suddenly rose.
"Yes...yes..." Honda responded hesitantly on the other end of the phone.
"Baka!" Director Ochiai immediately launched into a tirade against him. "Do you even know the art museum has been vandalized?! You just wait!"
"What?! Wait..."
Honda wanted to say something more, but Director Ochiai hung up the phone directly.
"That damn idiot! Baka yarou!" If he weren't driving four children and his rationality was forcing him to maintain his balance, Director Ochiai might have been so angry that he would have stepped on the gas and crashed into the back of the car in front of him.
"Grandpa Director, don't worry, let's hurry to the art museum and see what happened." Sakura couldn't get a word in edgewise while the group was talking, but seeing that Director Ochiai was still angry, she still spoke up to comfort him.
Conan and Wang Changsheng, who were standing nearby, were also speechless about the people who patrolled last night, but they both pretended to be innocent and tried to comfort Director Ochiai.
Of course, they were also afraid that the old man was too old and might suddenly get so angry that he would faint, which would be a disaster.
He's still driving that car.
Children have a way of touching people's hearts.
With Sakura and Tomoyo, two adorable girls, around, Director Ochiai's worries about his granddaughter only intensified.
So after cursing a couple of times, he started driving seriously, but his speed increased significantly.
Seeing this, Conan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't want to die young in a car accident before even seeing the murderer who turned him into this.
And is this what you call dying young?
That's called dying young, isn't it?!
After calming down Director Ochiai, Conan secretly watched Wang Changsheng and his two companions through the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye.
The artworks in the museum, while considered precious, aren't actually that expensive and aren't particularly worth collecting. Even if an ordinary person wanted to resell them for a small profit, it would be difficult to sell them without proper channels.
Such a situation had never occurred before at the art museum, but it happened yesterday after Wang Changsheng's visit. Moreover, judging from the fact that Director Ochiai suddenly became so respectful to these three little brats, his guesses were probably all true.
Didn't you see that Wang Changsheng is still frowning, as if he's thinking about something?
He's definitely thinking about something he shouldn't be doing!
Wow, the two girls are still staring at him. What are they trying to communicate with their eyes?
Conan pretended to look around, but his peripheral vision kept falling on the rearview mirror inside the car.
Of course, this time he really wronged Xiao Wang.
Wang Changsheng, who was being secretly observed by Conan, was not thinking about anything else. Instead, he was thinking about how he and Sakura had raided the art museum last night. At that time, the art museum was still intact and nothing had happened.
Even when they sealed the Clow Cards, they did not cause any damage to the venue or any artwork.
Just like Conan's deduction.
The incident at the art museum must have happened in the dead of night, after they had left.
Since they returned home directly using the Anywhere Door, once the door opened and closed, they were completely away from the art museum.
Therefore, they naturally had no way of knowing what happened afterward.
"Won't they find out we went to the art museum last night?" Sakura was a little panicked after learning about the incident at the art museum, and she was trying to communicate with her two friends with her eyes.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Tomoyo said, giving Sakura a reassuring look.
"We used magic, so even if there are traces, they won't be able to see them or understand them. Besides, we didn't leave anything behind, whether it's shoe prints or fingerprints. The police can't possibly trace them back to us, so don't worry," Wang Changsheng whispered in Sakura and Tomoyo's minds using magic.
The clothes they wore were all custom-made by Tomoyo.
Since the theme is a night raid on an art museum, and the costumes are also for nighttime activities, fingerprints and footprints are naturally handled very well.
Unexpectedly, the clothes that Tomoyo had carefully prepared for them turned out to be a powerful tool to help them cover their tracks.
Wang Changsheng couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Tomoyo, YYDS!
"Phew, that's good..." Sakura nodded in relief. She had told her dad and brother that she was out to visit Tomoyo, but she ended up getting involved in a case. If they found out, they would skin her alive when they got back.
Conan, who was secretly observing the three, noticed that after Sakura exchanged glances with the other two, she visibly relaxed, as if she had done something she shouldn't have. He immediately became alert.
"Could these three be the ones who vandalized the art museum?"
The thought had barely crossed Conan's mind when he shook his head.
"Impossible. The shock they showed when they heard the curator say the museum had been vandalized must have been genuine."
"But after the initial shock, why did this girl named Kinomoto Sakura show a hint of worry? What does the art museum have to do with her? Is she afraid that if people notice what happened at the art museum, they'll discover something?"
"What did she do? Or rather...?"
"What did these three people do?"
Conan's glasses were slightly reflective due to the sunlight, making it difficult to see his sharp eyes underneath.