In Conan, the shrine is inherited

"It's a small matter. No problem." Ye Qiuxin waved his hand and continued to look at the situation in the art museum.

There's nothing much to say after that.

Maori Kogoro came as promised to show his support, and took a special channel that didn't require queuing. This special treatment made Maori Kogoro grin with pride and stick out his tongue, laughing wildly, "Oh, it's good to be famous. I'm worthy of being the famous detective Maori Kogoro! I don't even have to queue, hahahaha!"

Ran Mouri and Conan, who were standing nearby, couldn't help but pretend that they didn't know this person.

Conan then sneaked up to Ye Qiuxin's legs and asked, "Brother Qiuxin, why did you buy this art gallery?"

Ye Qiuxin looked down at him and said perfunctorily: "Miss Yoko gave me a lot of money for exorcism, so I bought it."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Conan scratched his head, and the doubts in his heart were finally resolved a little. It was almost the same as what he reasoned. The reason why Ye Qiuxin suddenly became rich was because of the exorcism fee given by Okino Yoko.

Scammers make money quickly.

Ye Qiuxin was obviously not an ordinary liar. He managed to fool Okino Yoko and her agent in just a dozen minutes. It seemed reasonable that he defrauded a large sum of money.

Although one problem was solved, Conan had more questions in his mind.

Why did you use this money to buy an art gallery? Are you bored? Or were you deceived by another big liar?

"Okay, kid, go back quickly. Otherwise, classmate Maori and Detective Maori will be worried about you." Ye Qiuxin urged. He was worried that Conan would cause another murder case here.

Normally he would be happy to see this, after all, he could happily absorb a soul to improve himself.

But now is the grand opening day of the art museum. If you kill someone, will anyone come in the future? If no one comes, won't my 45 million be lost?

"Got it~" Conan dragged out the words with an unhappy tone, and was about to turn around and go back to Mouri Ran, but the next second Ye Qiuxin held his head down tightly, and he stood there unable to move, unable to even move his eyes.

Conan was confused.

Ye Qiuxin, what the hell are you doing? You told me to leave, so what are you trying to do by holding my head down?

Ye Qiuxin ignored him and didn't even look at Conan.

His eyes were focused on a wide-chinned man in the queue, and he was shocked - what the hell, aren't you Vodka? What are you doing in the art museum?

The amusement park incident happened not long ago.

Ye Qiuxin would review the videotape of Kudo Shinichi becoming smaller at home every day, watching it with a drink. He would laugh so hard every time he saw Kudo Shinichi being manipulated by Gin and Vodka into the posture of the protagonist of Nan Tongben.

Over time, I also memorized Vodka's round face.

The man who appeared in the queue at this time, wearing an Earth Ladies' headband on his forehead and a colorful haori, was definitely Vodka.

Ye Qiuxin's eyes flickered as he thought to himself that although he didn't know why Vodka came to the art museum and whether he came to investigate him, he must not launch a surprise attack in such an occasion and call the police to catch Vodka.

One reason is for the safety of the people present. Who knows if this stupid guy Vodka has a gun on him?

Second, Ye Qiuxin really didn’t want to confront the winery head-on.

If I act rashly, I will definitely become the target of public criticism.

Even if the winery had not suspected him before, Ye Qiuxin's name would appear on their blacklist the next day.

Ye Qiuxin could already imagine what means the winery would use to entertain him. The scene in the movie where the winery's helicopter strafed the Tokyo Tower and the Ferris Wheel was still fresh in his memory.

I heard that a submarine was launched later?

This is incredible. With my current strength, it’s better to avoid a winery when I encounter one.

Ye Qiuxin made sure that he had this self-control.

but……

He lowered his head to look at Edogawa Conan, who was suppressed by him under the Five Finger Mountain and had a pair of dead fish eyes.

"Hey, you want me to leave, why don't you let me go?" Conan puffed up his face, full of resentment.

"Stay a little longer. I suddenly want to touch your head." Ye Qiuxin grinned, and with a movement of his palm, he rubbed Conan's head back and forth, making Conan's hair a mess, like a chicken coop.

"Ah?" Conan was frowning. Just to rub my head?

Are you too fucking boring?

Ye Qiuxin withdrew his gaze, his expression solemn.

But Conan the Kid...can't be sure of that.

As we all know, after Conan became smaller, whenever he saw someone wearing black clothes, he would suspect whether this person was a member of the Black Organization. He also acted extremely recklessly, and rarely needed others to clean up his mess. He almost lost his detective composure.

But it’s no wonder, it really feels bad to become smaller.

Ye Qiuxin estimated that if he encountered such a thing, he would become the same as Conan, or even die. After all, this was not the set of "Detective Qiuxin".

But this is not a reason to indulge Conan.

Ye Qiu knew very well what the consequences would be if Conan saw Vodka, and he would definitely rush in to investigate regardless of the consequences.

That's it.

So, let’s just hold Conan down for now.

Wait until the vodka is gone.

After a while, it was opening time.

Director Ochiai stood at the gate to perform the ribbon-cutting ceremony. As he watched the red ribbon fall, the people around him gave him friendly applause that echoed continuously over the street.

"Mr. Maori, and Conan..." Ye Qiuxin called over a staff member, "The ribbon-cutting ceremony is over. You should follow this gentleman to the lounge for a while. There are too many people here. It will be even more chaotic when tourists come in. It's a bit unsafe. We will have a banquet after the museum closes, and you can have fun then."

Maori Kogoro also chimed in: "Yes, yes, it's best if the children don't stay here."

Conan rolled his eyes and wanted to say, "Aren't you, Ye Qiuxin, about the same age as us? Why don't you go to the lounge with us?" But then he thought that Ye Qiuxin was the owner of Yuehua Art Museum and could go wherever he wanted.

It would be boring to say this, so he just stood there in silence.

Mao Lilan had no objection to Ye Qiuxin's arrangement. She also felt that the atmosphere was too noisy.

If it was a quiet art museum, she would be happy to come, but today everyone was here to see Yoko Okino, so it was obviously not suitable for viewing the exhibition, and it would not be comfortable to stay there, so she took Conan's hand and said gently: "Okay Conan, Mr. Ye and his father are right, let's go to the lounge for a while."

"Okay—" Conan sighed.

Seeing the two people leave, Ye Qiuxin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it is not known whether Conan will stay in the lounge obediently, having Ran Mouri by his side is a kind of insurance. There is no case at the scene, so he won't jump around like a live monkey.

Moreover, the tourists have already checked their tickets to enter, and there are so many people and eyes, that even if Conan runs over, he may not be able to find the vodka.

Tourists gradually gathered.

Yoko Okino also came on stage at this time and was about to sing a warm-up song, which caused warm applause from the audience.

Ye Qiuxin suddenly noticed something wrong.

While Yoko Okino was giving a welcome speech, Vodka took off his backpack and rummaged through it. What was he trying to do? Was he going to pull out a gun and kill someone?

Ye Qiu was secretly on guard, with a spell of blessing or disaster ready in his hand.

Then, Vodka took out two things that confused him - light sticks! They were fan support light sticks! Other tourists present also took out light sticks, the lights dimmed, and the light sticks in their hands emitted dazzling dynamic colors.

Yoko Okino sang an idol song from her early days as a singer.

Vodka and others waved their glow sticks and cheered loudly: "Yahoo! Ain! Yeah-Yeah!"

Ye Qiuxin almost fainted.

He thought of a possibility that he couldn't believe no matter what - Vodka, you are not here to chase stars!

Holy shit, aren't you a member of the evil and cruel Black Organization? People like you shouldn't be plotting to kill someone all day and all night, so why are you here participating in idol activities?

You have destroyed the evil aura of the Black Organization!

After going through various activities, time passed in a flash. The museum was about to close, and it was also the time for the exciting lucky draw.

Ye Qiuxin was still confused. During this period of time, he was observing Vodka's movements all the time and found that this idiot had no intention of causing trouble and was really participating in the idol activities wholeheartedly.

There were even a few dissatisfied otakus making trouble, but Vodka had the courage to step forward to stop them, and persuaded them with an attitude of "hello, I'm fine, everyone is fine".

This is too fucking unprofessional.

The lottery results are out.

Yoko Okino announced: "Thank you all for coming. Now let us congratulate Mr. Uozuka Saburo, who is number 320, for winning the prize of this lottery. Please invite Mr. Uozuka Saburo to the stage to receive the prize."

There was thunderous applause from the audience, with both cheers and jealousy.

That's an out-of-print album by the Earth Ladies. We can make a lot of money if we sell it.

But no one came forward to receive the award.

"Mr. Uozuka Saburo?" Yoko Okino called again.

Only Ye Qiuxin noticed that Vodka had his hands hanging down and was standing there in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking. When he heard Okino Yoko's shout, Vodka took action, walked onto the stage and showed his numbered ticket.

Ye Qiuxin opened his mouth wide.

Vodka turned out to be the winner!

On the stage, Vodka excitedly picked up the microphone and burst into tears at one point, saying that he had been a fan of the Earth Ladies from the very beginning and had collected all of their peripheral products and albums.

Now the only thing missing is this one in the art museum.

"I can't believe that I really received this gift..." At the end, he almost fell to his knees and burst into tears. His sincere emotions moved everyone present.

Applause spread throughout the gallery.

Even Maori Kogoro, who was angry that he didn't win the prize, applauded and couldn't help but sigh, "Perhaps only Mr. Uozuka Saburo deserves this prize."

Ye Qiuxin was speechless at this moment.

Vodka, you are so cute, you know that?

Chapter 33 Hirota Masami

"Master Akishino, Yoko's three-day event has concluded successfully." Yamagishi Eiichi pulled out a document from his briefcase, "Your 48 million has also been processed and will be deposited into your account tomorrow. By then, no matter how you want to use it, the police and the IRS will not find any problems."

The three-day event went very smoothly.

After this incident, Yuehua Art Museum became popular again. The number of visitors in three days was a number that was almost unimaginable for the old employees, and in the future, the number of visitors will remain at a high level.

As long as the opportunity is seized and the operators do not make stupid mistakes, the art museum will no longer be at risk of bankruptcy.

Even the experienced director Ochiai was overjoyed and excited.

The employees nearby were worried that Director Ochiai might faint from excitement.