Conan's first love is a profiler

Chapter 165 The Secret Behind the Painting

Qinghai Chuantang walked into the inner room, and above the cabinet next to the door, there was a painting hanging, two-thirds of it was covered by the sunlight from the window.

With the sunset in the painting, it has a somewhat beautiful feeling.

"what happened?"

"fine."

Qinghai Chuantang said, and glanced out the window.

After leaving Jinshang's studio, the three found the black fan named "An Feng" that Lingzi Hojo had said.

"Black fan?"

An Feng, who was admiring the painting, turned to look at them after listening to them, his eyebrows were raised, and his dissatisfaction could be seen.

"That woman actually said that."

An Feng said while walking: "The painter can play, and the agent is also good enough."

Finally, sat on the sofa.

"Are you dissatisfied with Mr. Jinshang's works?"

Upon hearing this, An Feng stood up again, took a step forward, and said very seriously: "The painting auctioned by the Suzuki Foundation is a fake."

Sera Masumi was a little surprised: "Fake?"

"How is it possible?" Conan seemed in disbelief.

An Feng didn't speak, but found a picture album and handed it to them, which included all Jin Shang's works since he became famous.

Observe carefully, from the composition to the waves on the water surface, you can see the subtle difference, that is, the direction.

"The reason why it is called a fake," An Feng explained, "is that when I saw that painting yesterday, the artist of that painting used his right hand."

The pictures in the book are all drawn by left-handers.

"I see."

Qinghai Chuantang touched his chin and nodded, expressing his understanding.

When drawing, the canvas is placed in front of the hand holding the pen.

That is to say, if you draw with your right hand, place it on the right side, and if you draw with your left hand, you will naturally place it on the left side.

In this case, the direction of the brush in the left hand and the right hand are different.

"That is to say, it is a fake painting by others."

An Feng returned to the sofa, with an expression of resentment: "He actually made it look like he painted it, and he has no professional ethics of a painter."

And the "Left Bank of the Seine", which was called a "fake", was eventually returned to Suzuki's house.

This makes the face of the Suzuki consortium somewhat untenable.

In the afternoon, Qinghai Chuantang came to Qingsaka's house alone and was entertained by him.

He was holding the tray with one hand, and his left hand was still in his trouser pocket as he had seen before.

"Thank you."

After putting a cube of sugar into the teacup, Qinghai Chuantang lifted the jar and wanted to hand it to the other party.

Just when Qingsaka was about to take it, she suddenly let go of her hand, forcing him to instinctively stretch out his left hand, trying to catch it.

Qinghai Chuantang saw the timing, caught the tin can, and also grabbed Qingsaka's left wrist.

On his left hand, there are traces of paint, and there are Band-Aids on the index finger and thumb.

"It was you."

"Eh?"

Qingsaka was stunned for a moment, and some did not react.

Qinghai Chuantang stood up and said: "I heard what An Feng said. Jinshang's work, "Left Bank of the Seine" and his subsequent collections, the painters use different hands."

"The bulging of your left hand, isn't it the cocoon of writing?"

Qingsaka seemed a little flustered, and quickly withdrew his hand back.

"Actually, when we first met, I was very concerned about the left hand you have been hiding."

An Feng believes that "Left Bank of the Seine" is a counterfeit imitated by others, but the truth is completely opposite.

Kim had hired left-handed ghostwriters years ago.

That is to say, "Left Bank of the Seine" is the real work painted by Kanakami himself, and the rest are ghost-written by others, that is, fakes painted by Aosaka.

That's why Jin Shang wanted to witness with his own eyes the ownership of "Left Bank of the Seine".

"Why do you insist on being a ghostwriter?"

Qinghai Chuantang was a little puzzled, "Your talent is absolutely fine."

Qingsaka laughed when he heard the words.

"When I was young, I worked several jobs, and then I took time out to paint. However, that kind of life couldn't be maintained. There was no way, so I borrowed money. It was at that time that Jinshang and I met."

Since "Left Bank of the Seine" was highly praised, Kaneshang was unable to paint the next work and suffered a lot.

On the street, he noticed Qingsaka's paintings.

"Speaking of my work, as long as his name is written, it will definitely become popular. He is very convinced."

After finishing speaking, Qingsaka smiled again, and continued: "I can make money by painting without showing my face, and I escaped illegal loans. Thank you very much."

"But then, apart from creating many works worth over [-] million yuan, it shouldn't take you long to pay off the loan, right?"

"Yes." Qingsaka nodded in agreement.

"It's better to say that the contradiction between the high evaluation of the fake and the experience of myself who can't see the light of day is the problem, right?"

Qingsaka did not answer her question directly, but said, "I have something I want you to see."

Under the leadership of the other party, Qinghai Chuantang came to a painting, which was "The Calling of Saint Matthew" by Caravaggio.

The moment when Matthew, who will become a saint, and Jesus meet for the first time.

"Jin Shang and I often look at this painting together."

Qingsaka looked at the painting with piety and joy written all over his face.

He stretched out his hand and said a little excitedly: "The Jesus on the right side of the painting, pointing to where is Matthew? The bearded man in the middle is St. Matthew."

Indeed, illuminated by the light behind Jesus, he appears to point to himself and say: I am Matthew.

"he is me."

At this time, Qingsaka is like a devout believer.

"I was saved by the ray of light on the gold."

Qingsaka turned around, and continued: "I have no interest in reputation at all, and the ghostwriter did it voluntarily. I am grateful to Jin Shang who saved me from the bottom of my life. It's true."

He really wanted to live for Jin Shang.

"I, I didn't kill Kaneshang." Qingsaka said very solemnly.

Although Qingsaka did the painting, the signature was done by Kanesaka himself, and he couldn't imitate the other party's handwriting.

Without titles and name bonuses, Qingsaka alone cannot make a painting worth hundreds of millions in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, what he just said was indeed not deceiving.

She could tell without using a lie detector.

"Then, don't bother."

After arriving at the porch, Qinghai Chuantang formally bid farewell to him and prepared to leave.

"correct."

After she turned around, the other party suddenly said: "After the case, I went to Jinshang's studio immediately, but in the end the painting for him disappeared."

Qinghai Chuantang looked at him with some doubts: "The painting is missing?"

"I'm more concerned about where it went."

"If I know something, I will contact you immediately."

In fact, Qinghai Chuantang already had a rough answer in mind.

When I came outside the gate, I was very surprised. I met Sera Masumi and Conan, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

Both had malicious smiles on their faces, so frightened that Qinghai Chuantang couldn't help taking a step back.

"Miss Xiaotang."

Shiliang Zhenchun smiled and put a hand on her shoulder, "Let's share information."

Simple and clear, there is no room for rejection.

The next day, the auction will be held again.

It's just because the time is too early, there are only Takagi and Ye Jiusheng in the arena.

The death of Jin Shang made the auction a hot topic, and the posthumous work will also participate in this auction.

The door on the side opened, and Ryoko Hojo, wearing gloves, walked onto the stage with the painting in her arms.

Carefully, he put the painting lightly on the easel, and then showed a satisfied smile.

The silhouette of the city, accompanied by the dawn, gives people a vibrant look.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time."

Qinghai Chuantang held a tablet in his hand, "The auction will start soon. But before that, there is something I want to end."

She came to the front of the stage, looked at Lingzi Hojo and asked, "Miss Hojo, has this painting been kept by you all this time?"

"Yes, it has been kept in my office."

"It's almost enough," Qinghai Chuantang looked at the painting and said firmly, "This painting is a fake. It is a fake that was placed in the secret room."

"The secret room?" Takagi was taken aback.

When they went there before, they didn't find the so-called secret room she said.

"Yes."

Qinghai Chuantang clicked on a video on the tablet and showed it to the two.

In the picture, Sera Masumi moved away the cabinet and paintings, and found the hidden wooden door.

After opening the door, go up the stairs, and there is a small studio.

On the easel, there are works that are exactly the same as those in the current auction.

"Actually, there is a ghostwriter in Jinshang. The painting skills are excellent, and there has been no suspicion that the paintings so far are fakes."

At this time, Qingsaka stepped into the venue from another door.

"Jin Shang temporarily put the painting submitted by the representative in the secret room, signed his name, and published it as his own work."

After finishing speaking, Qinghai Chuantang looked at the people on stage: "Hojo, you are a partner of Jinshang, don't you know anything about it?"

"I don't know." Hojo Ryoko denied it.

"In the secret room, this was also found."

The video was clicked on again.

Sera Masumi took out a tassel from a small paper bag, and the thread at one end was broken.

The design of this tassel is the same as that of the auction reception room.

Plus, the hook that held it was bent.

Judging from these evidences, Kinjang did not fall from the roof, but the reception room.

After all, Takagi, who has seen many scenes, already understood: "The suicide note on the roof is the murderer's disguise."

"Yes."

Qinghai Chuantang nodded and said: "That day, the murderer pushed Jinshang down from the window that was opened in advance. However, the tassel that Jinshang was holding was broken."

The hook could not bear the weight and bent.

In order to destroy the evidence, the murderer took Tassel away and left a suicide note on the roof, pretending to be the scene of the crash.

So on the roof, there are neither traces of disputes nor fingerprints.

"In the secret room, there is a notepad that Jinshang used in Paris. It is full of diaries and suicide notes, which are already Jinshang at that time, and his inner distress."

And one of them was torn away, leaving only the date.

All of this is shown on the video screen of the tablet.

"The one who tears away the suicide note, hides the tassel, and knows the secret room is the murderer."

After Takagi finished speaking, he looked up at Ryoko Hojo.

Everyone's eyes, along with him, fell on her.

Hojo Lingzi jumped off the stage and walked in front of Qinghai Chuantang.

"Don't be silly, where's the evidence? Do you have evidence that I know the Chamber of Secrets?"

She roared a little angrily: "I have never entered the secret room, nor have I killed Jinshang!"

Qinghai Chuantang stepped onto the stage, stood beside the painting, and said, "The proof is this painting."

Then, she took out a sharp knife from her pocket, poked it fiercely on the painting, and drew a huge mark.

Looking at this scene, Beijo Lingzi couldn't believe it, and even didn't want to believe her eyes.

Takagi, who knew very well that daily necessities are expensive, took a few steps back and supported the chair behind him to prevent him from kneeling on the ground because his legs were weak.

How about hundreds of millions of things, just give it like this
"Eh?"

Takagi looked at the door in surprise.

I saw that Sera Masumi walked into the venue holding the painting, followed by Conan.

The painting in her hand is exactly the same as the one on the stage easel.

After putting the knife back into his pocket, Qinghai Chuantang picked up the painting beside him and explained: "This painting that was cut off just now is a fake of my painting."

After opening a corner of the paper, the words "Qinghai Chuantang" were instantly revealed.

"Spent one night yesterday, imitating the original painting, and then replaced the original painting."

After speaking, Qinghai Chuantang put the painting back on the easel.

"This is impossible!"

Hojo Ryoko shook her head, with an expression of disbelief on her face: "It has his signature on it. And a painting of this level, how could it be possible in just one night?"

Qinghai Chuantang said calmly: "Because I hung up."

Conan: You're the first person I've ever seen who is so righteous and confident.No. She does seem to be able to draw?

"If you carefully identify it, the paintings and signatures here can be seen to be fakes immediately. The ones I deceived are only laymen."

But Ryoko Hojo was careless and brought it to auction.

The appearance of this painting here is the best evidence that the other party knows the existence of the secret room.

This fact is all the evidence.

"You were at the venue before the case."

Takagi walked towards her slowly, "Kill Jinshang, and after you disguise yourself, pretend to come here after receiving a contact. If you check the tassels, you and Jinshang should be able to detect the DNA of you and Jinshang."

The ironclad evidence is like a mountain, and there is no way to refute it.

Beitiao Lingzi's legs softened, she knelt on the ground, lowered her head and said, "It's all gold's fault. No matter how much you persuade, you must disclose the facts."

"That day, I also persuaded to the end."

If the forgery came out, it would kill them both.

However, Jin Shang still insisted on doing so.

He also said that after the auction of "Left Bank of the Seine", he would disclose this fact.

"Did you admit it?"

Hojo Ryoko nodded slightly.

In the end, she was taken away by the police, and the auction continued as previously arranged.

Qinghai Chuantang is not interested in what will happen next, and has no plans to accompany Yuanzi and the others.

After handing over the prepared egg yolk pastry to them, they left the auction house.

That day, in the depths of Sera's pure heart, there was another doubt like Conan's: Sister Xiaotang, is it actually Doraemon?

"Different from what I said before, there is another theory about who Matthew is."

On the left side of the painting "The Calling of Saint Matthew", the person with his head bowed is Matthew.

Matthew's job was as a tax collector, that is, a person in the tax office.

At that time, it was a profession that was despised by people.

But, imagine a few seconds after this scene, Matthew, with his head bowed, stood up when Jesus called his name.

Say goodbye to your past life and leave the room with Jesus.

"Get rid of the gloomy life and go to the future. This is what this painting wants to express, one of them."

Matthew before standing up is the same as Qingsaka who is lowering his head slightly now.

Don't think about any possibility.

"But just stand up and there's a light out there waiting."

Qingsaka suddenly raised his head, as if he was looking for the dawn that belonged to him.

Afterwards, Sera Masumi returned to the hotel.

As soon as he entered the door, he received an admonition from his mother.

"Innocence, don't fall under the sugar-coated shells of others."

Shiliang Zhenchun, who was carrying an exquisite little gift box, laughed dryly a few times, not knowing how to answer.

After a while—

"Not bad. It would be better if the sweetness can be moderate."

Shiliang Zhenchun held an egg yolk pastry that he had only bitten into, and smiled, not daring to speak out what was in his heart.

Mom, can you save one for me?

It's all gone, okay?
When she hastily finished the egg yolk shortbread in her hand and was about to pick up the next one, she found that the bag was already empty.

"Too much sweets are not conducive to your current physical growth." Akai Marie said solemnly.

Sera Masumi: Mom, I thank you, really
　"But just stand up and there's a light out there waiting."

　　It can be seen from the early stage that Tang’s feeling for Conan is that I don’t agree with some of your ideas, or even have no feelings for you, but I don’t deny your enthusiasm.

　　Some of the things I said were to myself and to Conan. I didn't want to get too close to each other and have too much contact.

　　After that, he was gradually influenced by Conan.

　　This is what I said, but my behavior has changed, and this feeling is subtle.

　　Therefore, it can be understood as an affirmation of Conan's passion.

　　It is such a famous detective who is a kind of light to Tang, who is already an adult, and to the grayness she has experienced.

　　This is also an affirmation of the famous detective.

　　Tang was influenced by Conan, but why not Conan?
　　An overly elevated morality is like utopia...it should also be more humane, not a nihilistic existence like "Holy Father".

　　Although there are many slots...but in fact, it may be better if it goes further.

　　History cannot be reversed, just as the author cannot rewrite the previous overhaul.

　　It's true...it's worse.

　　But if someone is willing to watch it... maybe, it may not be as bad as imagined.

　　Anyway, thanks for the support!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)