Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 164 The painting titled Left Bank of the Seine

Peanuts, cookies, almonds, dried cranberries, marshmallows, butter.

What will become of these combined?

That's right, snowflake crisps.

Taking advantage of Yuanzi's invitation to go to the art auction house together, he took these snowflake crisps as a gift in return.

"Isn't this expensive too?"

Xiaolan stopped in front of a colorful painting and asked Yuanzi about its price.

"Yes, at least this number." Sonoko stretched out two fingers while speaking.

"200 million?" Xiaolan guessed.

"It should be 2000 million?"

Sera Masumi looked at the painting with a slightly amazed expression.

"It's [-] million."

A male voice suddenly sounded from behind, and everyone quickly turned to look at him—in a suit and leather shoes, with a business card pinned to his left chest, which said "Kenji Jinjo" and his position, the president of the auction house.

"Hi Miss Sonoko."

Kenji Imajo stepped forward and said with a smile, "Thank you very much for the Suzuki family for providing such a precious work."

"You just said, [-] million?"

"Yes." Kenji Imajo nodded with a smile and said, "There are many works like this in the auction, do you want to take one?"

Xiaolan quickly waved her hands and said with a sneer, "I'll forget it."

At this time, a middle-aged man with black round sunglasses and a small goatee appeared outside the glass door.

"Mr. Jin Shang!"

Kenji Jincheng found him, hurriedly walked forward, opened the door, and warmly greeted him: "You are here."

Jin Shang didn't answer too much, just nodded and responded lightly.

"Who is that?" Shiliang Zhenchun asked in a low voice, unavoidably curious.

"Iwaaki Kanakami, a well-known representative of Western painting style in Japan."

Just as Qinghai Chuantang finished speaking, Jin Shang came over and stood beside them.

To be precise, he was standing in front of the painting called "Left Bank of the Seine".

Perhaps it was because of reluctance that he appeared here.

Afterwards, led by Yuanzi, several people came to the auction venue.

"Next, is the 102nd lot, Iwaaki Kanakami's "Left Bank of the Seine", which belongs to the Suzuki Foundation. All the auction proceeds will be donated to overseas poor children, thank you."

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, everyone applauded tacitly.

"The starting amount is 8000 million yen."

Nearly half of the people on the field raised their signs and raised their prices one after another.

When the bid was raised to 9000 million yen, a man in a striped coat suddenly stood up and shouted, "Liar!"

"What Jinshang Yanming?"

He yelled as he walked, "What kind of film is that kind of liar's work!"

The security personnel in uniform walked over immediately, held him up, and tried to take him away by force.

The auctioneer scolded: "Please don't disturb the sacred auction site."

"Holy bullshit! These are blind things!"

When being taken away, the man was still shouting nonstop.

Looking at this scene, Yuanzi said with some dissatisfaction: "Really, there are people with this quality."

When the auction was over and several people came out of the auction house, Xiaolan expressed her doubts.

"In the past, he obviously cared so much about his works. But why didn't he see Mr. Jinshang at the auction?"

Before anyone could answer, several men hurried in.

"It's not good, call the police immediately."

"Yes!"

Yuanzi looked into the door and felt a little strange: "What happened?"

"I'll go and have a look, Yuanzi, you go back first."

"Sister Xiaotang wait for me, I want to go too!"

"I am coming too!"

Looking at the backs of the three leaving, Yuanzi couldn't help but sighed, "It's all right now, the three detectives, they didn't run away."

I don't know if it's her illusion, but wherever there are detectives, there will always be murders, which is even higher than the probability of a single SSR being drawn.

When the three of them came, they saw Jinshang fell on the ground, and there was a large red bloodstain on the ground.

There were already many onlookers around, and some of them showed fear and timidity on their faces.

The time of death is estimated to be 2 to 3 hours ago, that is, before the auction started.

"Miss Tang, Conan, and Shiliang." Takagi sneered, and said helplessly, "It's really a coincidence that you are here together."

"Sister Sonoko invited us here! She said that there happened to be an auction at Suzuki's house, so she brought us to join in the fun." Conan explained with a smile.

At this time, a woman with long hair and a catfish bag ran over in a panic.

Outside the cordon, after seeing the face of the man who jumped from the building, he showed a look of surprise, and quickly got under the cordon.

Only then did Takagi react: "Stop her!"

When Ye Jiusheng heard it, he quickly pulled him back, but the woman still wanted to break free.

"let me go!"

"Wait. Miss, who are you?"

"My name is Hojo, and I'm his manager."

When Takagi heard that it was someone related to the deceased, he prepared to take him to a quiet place for questioning.

"Officer Takagi!"

A police officer ran in, handed him a transparent bag containing yellow paper, and explained, "This was found on the roof."

The B5-sized paper is full of words, but it is a little scribbled, and it is not clear whether it is Japanese or what.

More like ghosts.

Hojo Ryoko leaned over and read out the content on the paper.

"I don't have the talent to draw, and I'm already desperate. I want to leave this world quickly. That's how writing on gold is. This is indeed his handwriting!"

At this moment, Hojo Ryoko's expression suddenly became sad.

Qinghai Chuantang peeked at the content on the paper, then looked at Takagi and said, "In other words, this is suicide?"

The suicide note is next to the railing on the roof, and there are no traces of fighting around. In addition to the "leave happily" on the paper, it is easy to make people have such an association: Jin Shang stepped over the railing by himself, put the suicide note, and then jumped from upstairs. down.

"That's what normal thinking is."

Just when Takagi was about to continue to say something, Hojo Ryoko suddenly fainted, as if it was difficult to accept the news for a while.

Fortunately, Ye Jiusheng caught her in time.

"Go to the reception room, it's on the top floor."

After finishing speaking, Kenji Imajo, together with Ye Jiusheng, took Hojo Ryoko to the reception room on the top floor.

After resting for a while, Hojo Ryoko finally felt better.

She said weakly, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome."

Sera Masumi silently walked to the window, as if observing something.

"It's rare for him to say that he wants to go to the auction. Although I think it's inappropriate, but because I have a job, I let him go by himself." Lingzi Beijo touched her forehead and bowed her head.

Kenji Imajo looked at them and explained with a smile: "Ms. Hojo is not only a business partner, but she also helps a lot in finance in private."

"Really?"

"We met in Paris." Ryoko Hojo stood up and put down her hands.

When Jin Shang was young, he studied in France.

"Left Bank of the Seine" was the work at that time.

"Has he been to Paris often lately?"

"No." Hojo Ryoko shook her head, smiled and said, "It seems that I don't have any pleasant memories in Paris, and more than ten years have passed."

After leaving the reception room, the three of them did not leave in a hurry, but borrowed the suicide note to read.

This kind of non-compliance. Takagi said that he has become accustomed to it.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a detective solve a case and still get paid?

"Although it looks like it is indeed B5 paper, strictly speaking, it is not."

Conan started his own popular science class and explained with a smile: "B5 has different sizes in different countries. For example, B5 in Japan is 25.7x18.2cm, while B5 in France is 25x17.6cm."

After borrowing a mobile phone from Qinghai Chuantang, I clicked on one of the software called "Measuring Ruler" and measured the width of the paper, which was exactly 17.6cm, which is the same as B5 in France.

However, the length is 23cm.

"If you look carefully, there are still traces of cutting." Conan said, handing the phone back to her.

If writing is written on the cut-off part, then the cut-off part may be the date.

On the surface, it appears that this suicide note was written by Jin Shang himself, but it is nothing more than the "Heiligenstadt suicide note".

Johann Beethoven, famously, wrote a suicide note at Heiligen detailing his despair at the worsening of his ear disease.

But in fact, the suicide note was not shown to anyone, and I did not commit suicide.

"Mr. Jin Shang is the same."

Sera Masumi said: "He did lose confidence in life and wrote a suicide note, but that should have happened while he was in Paris."

So, the paper is from Paris.
The next day, the three of them came to meet outside Jinshang's studio.

After ringing the doorbell, after waiting for a while, a small door on the side opened, and a man in a brown vest came out.

Before they could explain their intentions, the man welcomed them in and asked indifferently, "What's the matter?"

With his left hand in his trouser pocket, he said dissatisfiedly, "Jin Shang is dead, what are you doing here?"

"Miss Tang!"

When Qinghai Chuantang was about to explain, a voice sounded from behind, and the three of them turned around and looked at her together.

Hojo Ryoko explained: "He is my assistant, Aosaka."

"this way please."

She led the way, turning her head from time to time and saying, "The police have also been here, and they haven't found anything."

"Now, do you come here often?"

Conan looked around curiously, revealing the innocence of a child.

"I don't come here very much. Jinshang doesn't like the way others see him painting."

After going up to the second floor, Lingzi Hojo stopped in front of a wooden door, opened the door, and introduced, "This is Kaneshang's studio."

After entering the room, she opened the curtains, and the sun shone on the ground in an instant.

Perhaps because of certain stereotypes, many people have the impression that the studios of masters are rather chaotic.

On the other hand, Jinshang's studio looked very clean and tidy.

After opening all the curtains, Hojo Ryoko said, "He doesn't miss the old days, and he doesn't care about the price. It's really surprising that he said he was going to the auction this time."

"By the way," Shiliang Zhenchun suddenly remembered something, "Someone made trouble at the venue yesterday."

"An Feng." She instantly put on a disgusted expression.

Conan blinked and looked very curious: "Mr. An Feng?"

"It's a painting dealer." Hojo Lingzi said angrily: "Since we refused to sell paintings to him, he has been against us all the time. He is a black fan."

(End of this chapter)