Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 31 This Director is Too Powerful
In order to avoid further mistakes, Gao Mo could only agree with Iijima and ask for advice on the key points of the work.

As a result, I heard a lot of complaints, all about how Boss Manaka broke the contract.

Apart from some minor details that require attention, there is nothing else to do at work. Originally, Kubota was only responsible for the transportation and replacement of artworks.

Just a hard labor job.

Replacing Iijima would be a real problem, as this guy is in a technical position and cannot be played casually.

"By the way, Mr. Kurosaki," Iijima carefully wrapped up the artwork he had taken down, "what is your relationship with Kubota?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm just a temporary worker he hired," Gao Mo said, helping out while wearing gloves. "I didn't even pay him anything."

"That's what that bastard is."

Iijima was also dissatisfied with Kubota.

"Last month, he took advantage of us not noticing and secretly sold the artworks here. Now, after being caught, Mr. Manaka is demanding compensation from him.

"I should have fired him immediately, but I figured the museum would be closed in a few days so I just let it go... Bringing you here at this time is definitely not good news."

"Can I still be asked to pay compensation?" Gao Mo paused.

"That's not the case, it's just... I always feel that he has bad intentions."

"fine."

Gao Mo shook his head and was too lazy to care about Kubota.

It had nothing to do with him that guy ran away.

This time he didn't think about making any money, he just wanted to complete his role-playing task honestly.

The storage star level is almost 20, I need to complete 4 playthroughs quickly.

He didn't even want to intervene in the incident at the art museum, so as to avoid complications like the incident on the crew a few days ago.

If I accidentally anger the old curator again, it is not impossible to kill him as well.

……

The moving work was busy from morning to afternoon.

I just had a quick meal in between.

Gao Mo secretly groaned.

For him, who was already in sub-health, this job was much harder than being a supermarket cashier. The only difference was that he could sit down and rest when he was tired.

But looking at Iijima working like an ox, and thinking of the director, the big boss in the museum, he didn't dare to rest for too long.

In my previous life, I occasionally had to do this kind of hard work in the library. I remember that he was so sneaky that he went to the toilet for 3 hours.

"Leave the rest here to me," Iijima wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Mr. Kurosaki, go clean up the other exhibition halls first. If you see any moved exhibits, remember to restore them..."

Iijima then pointed to a large bag of armor parts on a trailer in the corner and said, "Also, could you please tow this to the Hell Exhibition Hall as well?"

"understood."

Gao Mo regained his spirits.

It seems that this "senior" is not as honest as he looks. He was immediately sent away when it came to special technical maintenance work.

Carefully pulling up the cloth bag, Gao Mo looked at the clanging knight armor inside and asked, "Are these the rumored resurrected knights?"

"Don't be so careful," Iijima laughed. "It's just a decorative replica, for tourists to take pictures with."

"replica……"

Gao Mo recalled that the curator in the original work, who loved art extremely, used this replica to kill people -

Transporting the murder weapon to the crime scene?

It feels a bit weird.

……

There were still some tourists in the hall, but when you got to the Hell Exhibition Hall, which had a gloomy atmosphere, there was no one there.

Gao Mo pulled the trailer through the quiet corridor. The echoing sound of the wheels was a bit harsh, and the originally bright lights seemed to dim a lot.

"Da da!"

A steady and slow sound of footsteps came from the exhibition hall on the other side of the corner.

Gao Mo turned around and saw only a long shadow flash by.

It looks like the old curator.

The only sound left in the corridor that had returned to calm was Gao Mo's breathing. The familiar smell of death emerged again, and blood seemed to be oozing from the surrounding walls. The coldness continued to irritate Gao Mo's scalp.

Is it too late to quit this job now?
It would be nice if Xiaolan or Xiao Huzi were here.

"call!"

With the curator blocking the way from behind, Gao Mo had no choice but to continue moving forward.

The director would not leave Boss Manaka alone and attack an outsider like him.

Entering the Hell Exhibition Hall, the light becomes completely dim.

The room was dark, lit only by the hallway lights. The various tall bronze statues of demons were illuminated in a corner, and the terrifying atmosphere was overwhelming before I even got close. It was truly a hellish exhibition.

It seemed as if there really was some monster in the darkness.

Gao Mo turned around and didn't see the curator, so he breathed a sigh of relief and dragged the armor replica to the empty space in the inner room.

A murder will occur here in the next few days, but now it is just an ordinary exhibition hall. Even if you don’t understand art, you will still be amazed by the style and atmosphere presented by the statues and paintings.

Apart from this, Gao Mo only had one thought left, that is, these things must be very expensive.

The old curator was right. If it was accidentally damaged, he might not be able to afford the compensation.

"Do we need to clean here too?"

Gao Mo didn't want to stay in such a dark place for too long, so he scratched his hair and started looking for the light switch in the room.

"Where……"

"Get away!!"

After finally finding the door switch, Gao Mo suddenly heard an explosive shout in his ear.

A feeling of drowning and dying came over me, and when I looked up I saw the heavy axe of the bronze statue tilting and sliding down.

"Hoohoo!"

Suddenly, a strong figure pushed Gao Mo aside, holding up the loose heavy axe with one arm. With white eyebrows, white beard and sharp eyes... he looked like a god of war in the dim light.

"Director?"

Gao Mo fell heavily, gasping for breath as he watched the other party put the heavy axe and the bronze statue back in place.

This……

He thought the danger came from the curator and was always on guard against him, but it turned out that the death threat came from the bronze statue in the museum.

Instead, it was this curator who saved him...

"Hmph, it must be that Kubota guy again. He didn't secure it properly when he was moving it."

The old man put his slightly trembling arms behind his back, and his eyes were covered by his eyebrows again.

"Be careful, didn't Iijima tell you to be extra careful here?"

"Feel sorry."

Gao Mo didn't dare to get any closer to the bronze statues on either side. He hurriedly followed the old curator while carefully observing his surroundings, using his eagle-eye vision to check for any dangerous factors.

Now he felt safer with the director.

Life is really unpredictable.

"I was just taking a look," the curator said, uncomfortably, after turning on the lights. "You clean up first. It was just an accident. If you're careful, nothing will happen... It's best to check more often to prevent any danger to tourists."

"it is good……"

Gao Mo was still frightened.

If it happened to others, it would be an accident, but not to him.

"Just now...thank you for saving me."

"Nothing, I just happened to catch up."

The old curator stood with his hands behind his back in front of a huge painting that almost took up the entire wall. He paused and suddenly called Gao Mo again.

"What happened this morning...I was a little too aggressive. I should have been the one to warn you first."

Gao Mo was surprised for a moment, then looked back at the curator who had almost merged with the huge painting.

The lingering feeling of disgust that had surrounded me this morning completely vanished.

The Death Mark on his body seemed to have lost its effect on the curator.

Or perhaps the curator has completely lost his malice...

"Kurosaki, what do you think of this painting?"

The old curator looked up at the paintings, full of warmth and love, like a father looking at his child.

The name of the painting is "Divine Punishment". The overall composition is a righteous knight killing a demon from hell. The knight's sword pierces the demon's chest and nails it to the stone mountain. Blood sprays and stains the entire earth.

"For a righteous knight to kill a demon doesn't seem like divine punishment. It's a bit off topic."

Gao Mo was silent for a while before replying.

The invitation letter only asked him to replace Kubota and do odd jobs, but it didn't mention that he had to evaluate art.

Guys like Kubota don't look like people who understand art.

"Haha, yes, killing demons is indeed not a divine punishment. However, the focus of this painting is not on killing demons, but on the knights stained with demonic blood. Even if they are righteous knights... in the end, they can't escape divine punishment."

The old curator smiled and shook his head.

"Alright, get out of here. I'll do the cleaning... Even though you were hired by Kubota, you're completely different from that guy. You're more responsible than him, and you cherish art more...

Maybe this is God's will, God wants you to come here at this time."

(End of this chapter)