Ke Xue: I have a knife, and you still dare to fight me?

Meanwhile, in a room in a distant building, Chianti, having finished off her target, disassembled and packed up her sniper rifle and began her orderly retreat, not forgetting to take out her phone to send a text message to Gin to report.

Chapter Thirty-One: Confession

Police quickly dispatched reinforcements and conducted a thorough search of the surrounding area in an attempt to locate the sniper, but by then Chianti had already returned to base.

The identities of those men in black remained shrouded in mystery. Conan sighed; the trail had gone cold again. But he would never forget the names Gin and Vodka, and he would bring them to justice.

Conan's gaze hardened once more, and then he saw Kurokawa Saki staring at him.

"..."

I forgot about this guy; he seems to have noticed something's wrong with me.

Kurokawa Saki looked at him with an ambiguous smile and said, "Conan, or should I call you Kudo? You should explain to me that your relationship with those men in black seems to go beyond just accidentally overhearing their conversation while you were in the bathroom."

Conan was shocked: "Kuro, Kurokawa-san, how did you know...?"

"Knowing you're Shinichi Kudo? Is that hard to guess? I already had my suspicions when I first saw you exchanging glances with Professor Agasa at the Kudo residence. Besides, you're exactly the same as you were ten years ago." Kurokawasaki Tsuki leaned down and smiled slightly. "I said at the ski resort that if you ever turned back into a child, I would still recognize you at a glance. I never thought you would actually turn back into a child one day."

Conan smiled wryly. It's all because of the emergency this time. I will absolutely not let a third person know my identity again, yes! Absolutely!

Conan resignedly approached Kurokawasaki Tsuki and honestly confessed his identity, recounting in detail what had happened to him before, while also sharing the information he had gathered on the train.

"Gin and vodka are both names of alcoholic beverages. It's possible that their organization uses alcoholic beverage names as code names. Perhaps the black clothes they often wear are also part of their organization's style."

Kurokawasaki Tsuki revealed the information to him as speculation.

Conan lowered his head, resting his chin on his hand, deep in thought. "Very likely."

"In that case, let's call their organization the winery for now."

"Huh?" Conan thought for a moment, and realized that the name "Blacksmith" did seem quite fitting for the time being, so he nodded in agreement.

"Xiao Lan doesn't know what happened to you, does she?"

Conan was stunned when he heard this.

“She doesn’t know about this yet, and I don’t want her to worry. Besides, if she finds out the truth, it might put her in danger.”

"Don't you worry her now? She called me the other day and said that Shinichi Kudo hadn't come to school for a whole day. Do you know how scared and worried she sounded?"

“I…” Conan felt his heart being clenched tightly.

"Moreover, you've witnessed this organization's methods today. They're willing to plant a bomb on a train just to kill one person, and they even dare to send a sniper to kill someone right in front of the police. If you're exposed, they probably won't even bother to investigate whether the people around you know about it. What do you think they'll do?"

Conan was filled with dread. He could no longer remain calm. He could choose to sacrifice himself, but he would never allow himself to implicate so many innocent people.

"It's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free" is their motto.

Kurokawa Tsuki ignored Conan's expression and continued speaking to himself.

"So, whether you know the truth or not doesn't affect the outcome, and Ran has the right to know the truth, doesn't she?" Kurokawa Tsuki paused, then continued, "But the final choice is still in your hands. I'm just helping you analyze the current situation."

Conan fell silent. He thought of Gin's indifferent gaze in Tropical Land, a gaze that seemed to have killed many people, and unconsciously clenched his fists.

He took a deep breath and said firmly, "I will definitely find out the truth about that organization and bring every member to justice!"

Conan's gaze grew increasingly resolute.

Kurokawasaki saw many things in him and was quite moved. To have such determination and courage at this age is far beyond most people. No wonder Vermouth thought he had the ability to overthrow the organization.

“It seems you’ve made up your mind, Shinichi Kudo.” Kurokawa Saki stroked his chin and continued, “I’ll help you. I know people in the FBI who can help you find out.”

The person Kurokawasaki Tsuki was referring to was naturally Shuichi Akai. As for their relationship, that's another matter, but they know each other.

Conan was deeply moved upon hearing this; Kurokawa-san was truly a good person.

"Ran is a very good girl, you mustn't let her down, Shinichi Kudo."

Conan nodded seriously, "I know! But, Kurokawa-kun, please keep this a secret for me. I still don't plan to tell Ran about this. She shouldn't have to bear this darkness."

"Does anyone else know your identity?"

"Only Professor Agasa and Kurokawa know this."

Kurokawasaki stroked his chin, then changed the subject: "Speaking of which, Kudo-kun, is there some other reason why you didn't tell Ran, like you're staying at her house and using your current child status to obtain certain benefits...?"

Conan quickly realized what the "benefits" Kurokawasaki Tsuki was referring to, since they really existed!

His face flushed bright red, but he remained stubborn: "No, no!"

Kurokawasaki looked knowing. "No wonder you didn't dare tell her the truth."

"Hey, that's not why I..."

"Kurokawa-kun? Conan? What are you talking about?" Ran suddenly appeared from behind. "Huh? Conan, why is your face so red? Were you scared?"

Ran held Conan in her arms to comfort him. Conan's face was flushed, and he stayed in Ran's arms, not daring to move.

Although Kurokawasaki couldn't see Conan's expression, he probably enjoyed it very much.

"..."

Unsurprisingly, Kogoro Mouri was late for his friend's wedding, and Tsuki Kurokawa was also late for the exchange meeting...

Is the Martial Arts Association cursed against me? Every time they invite me, I run into that Grim Reaper. How awful!

.........

Kurokawasaki Tsuki spent a few days enjoying herself in Kyoto before heading back, since she had already come all this way.

Of course, he wasn't idle. He was seriously considering how to get in touch with Shuichi Akai. He regretted not asking for his contact information earlier. It seemed he would have to go to the United States again. If nothing unexpected happened, Shuichi Akai should still be in the United States at this time.

After returning home, he took some souvenirs and a bottle of liquor and drove to the Maori's house. He stood in front of the door and rang the doorbell.

"Here you are." Xiaolan opened the door and saw Kurokawasaki Tsuki carrying some things outside.

"Kurokawa-san, what brings you here? Come in and have a seat."

"I've visited so many times before but never brought a gift in person. I'll make up for it this time by bringing back some souvenirs from Kyoto."

Kurokawasaki Tsuki placed what he was holding on the table.

"Hmm, at least you have some conscience." Kogoro Mouri peeked out from the newspaper and glanced at Tsuki Kurokawa.

"By the way, this is a bottle of Chinese liquor that a friend gave me before, but I don't usually drink, so I brought it for Uncle Maoli instead. I don't know if it suits your taste."

Upon hearing that there was wine, Kogoro Mouri's eyes lit up. "Kurokawa, you're such a good kid. Remember to come over and sit down next time, whether you have something to do or not, hahaha." He slapped the newspaper down and casually stepped over the table to the table, picking up the wine and carefully examining it.

"Kurokawa-nii, you're too kind." Ran brought Kurokawa Sakizuki a cup of tea.

"It should."

Conan then sat down next to Kurokawa Saki.

"Is Kurokawa-nii just here for a visit?" The subtext is whether he has gathered some information to share with me.

Kurokawa Saki smiled slightly and replied, "Yes, I just happened to be back today and thought I'd drop by for a visit. Has Conan finished his homework?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Conan's expression froze, and several black lines appeared on his forehead.

"Then let's go visit the art museum today!" Xiaolan suggested at the right moment. "I heard there have been some paranormal events at the art museum over there. Rumor has it that a security guard saw medieval armor walking on its own at night. The news has spread all over the neighborhood, and it seems quite interesting. Let's go and see!"

Kogoro Mouri burst out laughing, causing the glass behind him to tremble slightly: "This must be a gimmick to attract tourists. You actually believed that? You're so stupid."

Conan laughed too: "That's right, Ran-neechan, this rumor can only fool little kids."

Then the two stood up in unison, one picking up a wine glass and the other grabbing a backpack.

"Okay, let's drink... no, I need to go to work, I need to go to work."

"I need to go do my homework too."

After saying that, both Kogoro Mouri and Conan got up to go back to their rooms.

Kurokawa Saki blew on the rim of her cup, took a sip of tea, and watched the two fleeing figures. She said calmly, "It's alright, Mori-kun. Since they don't want to go, the two of us will go. These days, quite a few young couples like to go on dates at art museums."

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable and emphasized the words "two people" and "young couple".

Conan's slippers slipped on the floor, and he almost stumbled. Kogoro Mouri's hand, holding a wine glass, froze in mid-air.

Conan suddenly turned around: "I suddenly remembered that I've almost finished my homework. Let's go visit Ran at the art museum instead."

Kogoro Mouri straightened his tie: "I'm worried about you going out alone as a young lady, so let your old father accompany you."

Xiao Lan covered her mouth and laughed out loud.

The four of them got into Kurokawasaki Tsuki's car and set off for the art museum that Ran had mentioned.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Heavenly Punishment

"Wow, so many beautiful paintings! I'm so glad I came to this place!"

Ran looked at the dazzling array of exhibits in the exhibition hall with great delight, while Conan and Kogoro Mouri followed behind her like zombies.

Kogoro Mouri thought to himself: I really don't know what's so interesting about these. I'd rather stay home and drink while looking at photo books.

Conan felt the same way: He'd rather stay home and rewatch the Sherlock Holmes stories.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki, however, began to appreciate the art with great interest.

Over the years, he has visited art galleries of all sizes in different countries, so he has a basic understanding of art.

He walked slowly to Ran's side, his gaze falling on a beautiful painting. He said to Ran, "If you're really interested, little Mori, next time you have the chance, Kudo can accompany you to see the original exhibition. The historical texture of the original is something that replicas can hardly replicate."

Ran was somewhat tempted by what she heard, her eyes lit up, but then she felt a little disappointed. She guessed that Shinichi probably wouldn't want to spend all his time in the art museum.

"Sir and Madam, do you also enjoy these works?"

A kind-looking old man with a long beard suddenly appeared behind the two and asked.

"Who are you?" Xiaolan turned around and looked.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry for being rude. I'm the curator here. My surname is Ochiai. Hello."

Listening to their conversation, Kurokawasaki Tsuki stroked his chin thoughtfully. What kind of case could this be? Conan and Kogoro Mouri are both here; it wouldn't make sense if nothing happened.

Suddenly, Director Ochiai glared angrily at the staff member who was picking up the painting: "Kubota, what are you doing? You must wear gloves when handling artwork. How many times have I told you? Have you forgotten again?"

Kubota shuddered at the curator's angry reprimand and weakly said, "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to do it anymore, Iijima, you take over. This place is yours."

Kubota walked away dismissively.

At the same time, a middle-aged man with a large belly walked over, followed by a man in a suit and tie.

Upon seeing Director Ochiai, the portly middle-aged man began to mock, "As usual, there are very few people."

Director Ochiai turned around upon hearing this: "Mr. Manaka."

Boss Zhenzhong looked around and continued to mock, "In ten days, this place will be closing down. I'll have to trouble you to take good care of this place for a while, and take good care of your rusty junk. Let's go, Mr. Designer."

After making his sarcastic remarks, Boss Zhenzhong left with the designer beside him.

Kurokawa Saki narrowed his eyes. Generally speaking, people like Boss Manaka are likely to provoke the fanatical citizens of Beika. Maybe he'll be the one who dies later.

Xiao Lan asked with a worried look, "Is this art museum going to close?"

Director Ochiai sighed, "Yes, the previous owner's company went bankrupt and sold the museum to Mr. Manaka."

Iijima also came out to explain: "The previous owner sold it to Mr. Manaka because he wanted to continue running the art museum, but now this guy wants to turn it into a hotel."

"Bang!"

The sound of something falling drew everyone's attention. It was Kubota who was dealing with armor and had accidentally dropped his helmet on the ground.

Kurokawa Tsuki glanced at Director Ochiai and found that the other party did not react.

Boss Manaka also spotted Kubota. "You must be that Kubota. I've heard the rumors about you. You'd better hurry up and get the money sorted out, hahahahaha."

"Damn it!" Upon hearing Mr. Manaka's reminder, Kubota angrily slammed the helmet he had just picked up back down.

Kurokawa Tsuki glanced at Director Ochiai again, but the latter still didn't react.

Director Ochiai patted Iijima on the shoulder, told everyone to "enjoy the show at your leisure," and then left with Iijima.

Kurokawasaki Tsuki stroked his chin. Director Ochiai was behaving strangely. It seemed he would have to keep an eye on him.

After the little incident, they continued their visit to the art museum.

They strolled through each exhibition hall, which was divided into the Earth Hall, the Ocean Hall, the Sky Hall, and so on.

"Strange, there should be another exhibition hall here."