Conan: I don't do anything? If I really do it, you won't be happy.

Chapter 13 Huijie: I don’t want to read the same old story

"Go! Why not!" Huisuke replied affirmatively.

"Hmm?" Conan was slightly taken aback when he heard what Huisuke said. He didn't expect Huisuke to answer like that, so he asked again: "I thought you wouldn't be interested in this kind of thing?"

"Heh," Huisuke chuckled and said, "Dr. Agasa has given you the props he made in the past few days. You won't be here for a while."

"And if she just asked me if I wanted to go, my sister could have just called the doctor. But since she asked you to come and talk to me, she must have dragged me along regardless of whether I want to or not!"

After Huisuke finished his assessment of Conan's purpose, he thought for a moment and said, "Besides, that's moving medieval armor!"

"I've only seen that kind of thing in movies and TV shows. If an interesting plot appears in real life, even I would want to see it."

Terusuke only said half of what he said. There are only two kinds of things that can make Terusuke want to go to the scene to watch. One is the extremely crucial plot, the plot that will completely change the future if it goes wrong. This is the plot that Terusuke needs to pay attention to;

The other type is a plot that is extremely outrageous but is confirmed by Conan. This art museum incident is such an outrageous incident that even Terusuke wants to go and see it.

Let’s see if the elderly director Ochiai can really put on a suit of iron armor, pick up a fat man and nail him to the wall.

"Okay!" Conan replied, and then said, "Then let's go to the detective agency and meet up with Sister Xiaolan and the others!"

Conan sighed in his heart, Huijie is really a child! Even Uncle Maori would not believe such a thing. I didn't expect that he could actually deceive Huijie.

……

Maori Detective Agency.

Maori Kogoro looked at Terusuke who was brought back by Conan and said with some disdain: "Really, this thing about walking in medieval armor, I think it's just a gimmick they deliberately created to attract people, and you two actually fell for it!"

Hearing this, Huisuke looked at the iron desk with a noticeable dent and said to Maori Kogoro in surprise, "I thought you and my sister had already discussed this."

Xiaolan also looked at Maori Kogoro with a smile and said, "Really, didn't we agree to go together?"

When Conan heard what Mouri Kogoro said, he knew something was wrong. Sure enough, the iron desk that was already dented had another dent.

"That's right! Uncle, how can you think like that?" Conan swallowed and accused Kogoro Mouri.

Hearing Conan's words, Xiaolan nodded, turned to Huisuke and said gently: "Really, okay, Huisuke, pack up and get ready for us to leave!"

Arriving downstairs at the Maori Detective Agency, the four of them took a taxi to the Medieval Art Museum. When the taxi driver heard their destination, he smiled and said:

"You guys are going to that art gallery too. A lot of the passengers are going there today, but no one seems to have seen that animated armor. I'd say it's probably just a trick for kids."

As soon as the driver finished speaking, he saw that the guardrail on the side of the road had been grabbed by Xiaolan and had shown signs of deformation. He swallowed his saliva in fear and said quickly:
"But then again, maybe those passengers went at the wrong time?"

Not long after, with the taxi driver obviously a level faster than other cars and overtaking in various ways, Huisuke and his friends arrived quickly.

Looking at the hurried driver, Huisuke felt emotional. It turned out that one never knew how strong a person was until he pushed him. He didn't expect that any ordinary driver could perform at such a level.

Arriving at the Nakadashi Art Museum, Huisuke and his group looked at various artworks. Just as Xiaolan was admiring the richness and beauty of the artworks, a voice suddenly came from behind her and said, "They are beautiful, aren't they! They are just like my children, so cute!"

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ochiai, the director of this art museum."

Huisuke looked at the old man in front of him who was a little bald, had short white hair, and had very thick eyebrows and beard. He looked at the kind-looking old man facing him. It was the director of the art museum, Ochiai, and he felt a little curious.

It was this frail-looking old man in his sixties or seventies who, for the sake of his beloved art museum, unleashed his potential by wearing a suit of armor weighing about twenty kilograms, lifting a fat man weighing about eighty kilograms with one hand, and throwing an iron sword, nailing the man two or three centimeters deep into the wall?
Before Huijie and the others could reply, they saw the curator behind them scolding a staff member who touched the painting without gloves.

Terusuke looked at the staff member and realized from Director Ochiai's reprimand that this person was Kubota.

He was the scapegoat framed by Director Ochiai in this case, a person who secretly resold artworks.

Not long after, another man named Boss Manaka came and proudly announced to Director Ochiai that the art museum would soon be converted into a hotel.

We also learned from other staff members that the previous owner of the art museum sold the art museum to Mr. Manaka due to the bankruptcy of his company.

However, the previous owner was willing to sell it to Mr. Manaka because he was willing to continue running the art museum. However, not long after the latter bought it, he wanted to renovate it into a hotel.

Listening to the staff's words, even if Terusuke didn't know the plot, he could judge based on his understanding that Boss Manaka would not live long.

Seeing that the murderer and the deceased in the case had already appeared in front of Conan, Huisuke also understood that the plot was about to begin, so he went shopping separately from Xiaolan and the others.

As Huisuke was walking, he suddenly found a new message in the system. When he opened the system interface, the message on it clearly stated that the case had just happened.

[Congratulations to the host for knowing the incident was about to happen but not stopping it, which qualifies as lying down.]

[Lie flat +10. 】

Realizing that something had happened, Huisuke walked towards the crime scene, the hell between the art museum.

On the way to hell, I saw Director Ochiai pushing a small cart covered with a black cloth, but the smell of blood inside could not be concealed.

Seeing Huisuke, Director Ochiai's face changed drastically, and then he sighed, knowing that the obvious smell of blood could not deceive others. He knelt down on the spot and said to Huisuke:

"I didn't expect you to show up here, kid!"

After a moment of silence, looking at Director Ochiai kneeling down to confess his guilt, Huisuke asked curiously, "Aren't you going to struggle a bit? After all, I'm just a six-year-old kid."

Hearing what Terusuke said, Ochiai suddenly laughed, causing Terusuke to wonder if his plan had been exposed, which immediately drove the old man crazy.

"No, this may be the last chance of redemption God has given to this "devil" of mine!" Ochiai said with a somewhat relaxed expression.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not your salvation!" Huisuke said, walking to Ochiai's side. Looking at the director who was kneeling down and even lower than him, he patted his shoulder and said:
"The knight who killed the devil was corrupted by the devil; the warrior who slew the dragon ended up being turned into a dragon. This story is too cliché."

"I won't tell anyone!"

(End of this chapter)