Chapter 1010 It is reasonable for pigeons to get mad.
Hearing the news that Takerai Oikawa and Haruhito Kanhara were missing, Ginzo Nakamori's expression was covered with clouds.
"Nakamori Police Department, did you search the second class and didn't find where Oikawa Takerae was going?"
"No. Now this house has been surrounded by police, and the reporters at the door are blocked, and the windows and other entrances and exits are closed. The only way to enter and exit is the main entrance." Ginzo Nakamori added with a tense face.
In other words, these two mysteriously disappeared from the building, just in front of a large number of policemen and reporters.
"Where is the studio?"
"Of course not, there are people watching the surveillance video."
"Well..." Kogoro Mori touched his chin and pondered, "If this is the case, it will be a bit difficult. It can't be blamed for Kidd to take them away, right?"
"How do you take away two living people? And what are you doing?" Ginzo Nakamori's idea was interrupted again, and he looked at Kogoro Mouri, "What's more, it's very difficult to do this."
"It's not impossible, right?" Kogoro Mori said rigorously, "There are also places such as ventilation ducts and ceiling mezzanines that can hide people. In addition, other problems cannot be ruled out. According to my recent experience, there may be any secret passages and dark rooms in this kind of mountain building. After all, Takera Oikawa is still a famous painter, and it is meaningful to catch him."
"What about the old man? Kamihara Haruin hasn't written for ten years because of a hand injury." Ginzo Nakamori rolled his eyelids, "And if he wants to catch the painter with the highest wealth in the audience, he should catch the uninvited Yusuke Kitakawa. That guy's paintings have been called more than once to exceed the transaction price of Takerai Oikawa."
"I really don't know what he is catching people."
"You might as well say that they were silenced by Kid because they broke Kid. That sounds more reliable."
"...If this happens, I feel that it should be investigated from Takerai Oikawa." Conan did not participate in the almost nonsensical speculation of the two middle-aged people.
He recalled the strange atmosphere that had lingered in the father-in-law and son-in-law Takerai Oikawa and Haruhito, the son-in-law since entering the building.
He wanted to speak but stopped, and always wanted to find an opportunity to communicate with Takerai Oikawa, and Takerai Oikawa who tried every means to avoid facing his father-in-law...
The cause of the disappearance may be more meaningful than the disappearance itself.
Conan, who had known that the monster thief Kid and Joker had been mixed together more than once, completely skipped the analysis of the two's disappearance methods and began to consider why they were captured.
After all, what is the meaning of such an incredible scene?
You thought for a long time, and then turned around and stole the monster in your heart, "Ah, we used a special way to transport people out. Doesn't this seem like a joke?"
"It's true. Since I came in here, I feel that Mr. Oikawa's condition is very wrong." Ran Maori nodded, agreeing with this idea, "I look very nervous and feel very depressed. But he still wants to deliberately look cheerful and hospitable..."
"Maybe Kid's affairs are just a cover. Takerai Oikawa wants to take the opportunity to cover up some things..." Kogoro Mouri did not object to their guessing direction and nodded slowly.
On the side, Ginzo Nakamori looked at them singing and reconciling. The atmosphere was quite harmonious, and the veins on his forehead burst out.
"...Who allows you to point fingers on the spot! This is the law enforcement scene of our second lesson. The detectives want to perform and go to the first lesson!"
"Oh, Nakamori Police Department, I think this direction is still very reasonable..." Kogoro Mouri insisted on reason.
"We invite you here because of the insistence of the party taking the party Oikawa Takerai." Ginzo Nakamori's thoughts suddenly became clear, "Now the party is missing himself, that means his wishes can be ignored for the time being!"
Suddenly, Nakamori Ginzo pointed at the door with a full breath.
This is the room used to connect to the cameras in the studio. Now, with the police entering one after another, it looks like a temporary command room.
"Go out! The police enforce the law, and there is no need for detectives to come and point fingers!"
"Hey, Nakamori Police Department...!"
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At this moment, the missing Takerai Oikawa who was thinking about was standing in front of a long gallery.
He observed this inexplicable corridor that seemed to be invisible or invisible from the place where he came from, with a look of shock and doubt.
He didn't know how he came to this place, nor did he know where he was.
Takerai Oikawa only remembered that he followed Kanhara Haruen into the room very impatiently, preparing to hear what else to say in this father-in-law who had a serious disagreement with him.
His mentality is not the mentality of listening to the other party speaks well, but the mentality of listening to the other party’s last words.
His feelings for Kanhara Hyuri are very complicated and he will have murderous intentions because his inner pain and hatred are almost unable to control it.
Kanhara Haruen is the culprit in his current pulling state. After the last dispute with the other party, he no longer intends to reconcile, but wants to choose a more extreme path to send away this person who has put heavy pressure on him and the painting that has never been released and cannot be published.
When Kamihara Haruen stood in the room and spoke up today's plan again, asking him if he could find a compromise solution to temporarily let the police put down this purely fabricated trailer Kidd, Takerae Oikawa's expression could hardly control the rising anger and malice.
"Then, then go to the TV station, face the media and the public, and show them the so-called "Qinglan" that is still completely blank! "Qinglan" has been stolen, and was stolen by your promise that completely disregarded my wishes! Isn't it a pleasure to see that I can't hold up the brush like you because of pain?!"
A complex look of pain and guilt appeared on Kamihara Haruen's face.
He looked at his son-in-law with a ferocious expression and sighed. He was about to say something, but suddenly he opened his eyes in surprise and looked behind Takerai Oikawa.
The next second, before he could react to the meaning of the other party's expression, Oikawa Takerai's eyes went dark and lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he appeared on this weird corridor.
Both ends of the corridor are hidden in the darkness, and you can't see which side may be the exit.
The ground was covered with dark red carpets, the color seemed to solidify blood, and the soft fabric was enough to hide any footsteps that were stepping on it.
The walls on both sides have the background of marble, and exquisitely mounted paintings are arranged on the left and right.
Each one is covered with a red curtain.
...The color is exactly the same as the curtain in his studio.
Takerai Oikawa's face turned gloomy.
No matter how the person who brought him here did this design, he was almost telling him clearly that you should lift the curtain on the painting and find out.
But after he was convinced that no matter how he looked, he could not see the result, he raised his hand and lifted the red fabric painted beside him.
Even though you know the other party’s purpose, you still have to follow the route designed by the other party, which is a bad feeling.
The red curtain slid to the ground and fell on the carpet, as if blood had fallen into a pool of blood, regardless of you and me.
Takerai Oikawa stared at the contents on the canvas and widened her eyes.
In the frame, there is a landscape painting with green tones. The shaking treetops and meadows are thick and heavy, covering the sky clouds, flowing shadows and grass leaves that seem to be breathing...
Anyone standing in front of this picture seems to feel the feeling of a cool breeze blowing across his cheeks from the painting.
Realizing something, Takera Oikawa lowered his head and looked at the bronze medal inlaid below the frame.
Sure enough, the name of the painting was carved on the bronze plaque.
"Qinglan".
It was also while bowing his head, Takerai Oikawa saw a piece of paper sandwiched on the edge of the picture frame.
The red and black concentric circle guides people's eyes towards the flame-like sign in the middle. There is no doubt that this is the trailer of the monster thieves of the Heart.
Takera Oikawa's fingertips trembled for a moment before taking it off the frame and turning it to the front.
【This is a gallery without an exit, just like the sad fate of you not finding an exit.
Find it out, find it out among so many fakes.
The blue sky blows for you by others. 】
Takera Oikawa raised his head and looked at the paintings hiding in the curtains in front and behind the gallery.
Realizing something, he quickly walked towards the next one and pulled down its curtain as well.
Another painting, a landscape painting with the same color as the Qinglan just now, but the brushstrokes and light and shadow are completely different from the previous one.
Takerai Oikawa, who figured out what he might have encountered, couldn't help but feel dizzy.
He could not feel the warm and warm early summer breeze in the picture. He only felt that the faint air flow was extremely cold, as if it was about to blow through every slit of his bones and scrape off his flesh and blood.
The monster thieves of the Heart are eyeing him because of his murderous intent toward his father-in-law and his selfishness to use the monster thief Kid to regain his reputation.
They wanted him to find the so-called "Qinglan" among these paintings that did not belong to him at all.
It was Qinglan again, and it was this inexplicable thing that ran through his miserable life, as if it could not stop at all...
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"This is the one Noah has done, what kind of theater is that right?"
Seeing that Tang Ze kept looking at his phone and not looking up, Hei Yu Kuidou, who was standing next to Tang Ze, came over to look at him, and immediately became interested.
Now the Ginzo Nakamori was yelling in the room, trying to put the blame for the two missing people on the head of the innocent monster thief who was wronged.
He did ask Tang Ze for help because he wanted to comment on the murder, but this is his full participation in the case.
When I moved my toes, I knew that the two missing people must have been taken away quietly after being attacked by other people from the monster thieves.
Apart from this, he had no idea about Tang Ze's subsequent plans, and was also very curious about what they were going to do.
"Yes, this is Noah's 'game'." Tang Ze nodded.
Takerai Oikawa does have a palace because he can be regarded as a guy who is played with by fate and has an extreme personality.
But considering his murderous intent now, his hall must be a very dangerous scene.
You can't just slap the murderer who is stubborn and stuff an ordinary person into the hall regardless of the other party's life or death, right?
So naturally, Takera Oikawa was stuffed into Noah's palace, standing in the little homework Noah copied from the blue castle, and everyone who was preparing to replicate a wave of "Little Sayuri" came to find fault.
"Oh, so you think he is hopeless enough to do that." Heiyu Kaito almost immediately understood Tang Ze's subtext and nodded suddenly, "I haven't even studied his situation carefully."
The whole thing is a pure and unrestrained disaster for Kidd, the monster thief who was chopped.
Kuroha Kaito really doesn't know much about Takerai Oikawa, the person who falsely accused him.
"Simply put, his wife suffered an accident, but did not die directly in the natural disaster. Instead, after being rescued, she was treated in the ICU for a long time, which delayed a lot of time." Tang Ze shrugged and explained, "You know, this kind of patient is burned with money almost every minute and every second."
Although the roles are different, Tang Ze, who has really experienced similar scenes, has witnessed too many similar families because he has to live in the ICU. He can understand how Oikawa Takerai became like this today.
Trying to save a dying patient is a very painful process.
It's not just the loss of money, but also the kind of mental pain and pull.
The patient will suffer from pain, pain, and an out-of-control body...
The posture of struggling on the brink of death must be ugly, which will make people lose their dignity, and sometimes even lose the courage to live, just wanting to be relieved.
The patient's family will also be in great pain. Not only do they have to work hard, they will keep paying attention to the patient's condition and be worried, but they will also be in a dilemma under the urging of critical illness notices.
The money is gone, and people may not be able to save them. This sense of urgency is like a ray of lightning. The only thing that can support them is the last trace of luck.
Unfortunately, most of the time, luck is just luck.
"Oh, you mean, his property was spent because of his wife's accident." Heiyukong knew it.
"Well, he is just a painter. His family is indeed wealthy, but he is not as good as he can squander it at will. So he not only spent all his savings, but in order to raise the cost of treatment, he had to pick up his brush and force himself to create."
Tang Ze said, clicked on the screen of the phone and switched to another scene.
In a dark room, Kanhara Haruen sat in the middle of the armchair, staring at the only light screen in front of him, looking at the only lit screen in front of him, looking like a trapped beast, Oikawa Takerai paced back and forth in the gallery, and his already turbid eyes could still see a strong sadness.
"It is at this time, in order to save his daughter and to prevent his son-in-law from losing money because of his daughter's injury, Mr. Haruhito gave Oikawa's third painting with the method of promising the other party's fourth painting to him, and asked a high price."
"Oh, so the money has been collected. The deadline has arrived, but I haven't drawn it yet."
Heiyu Kuidou suddenly realized it.
After all, it is well known that painters who cannot submit their manuscripts on the deadline are prone to all kinds of accidents.
What are you hospitalized, sick, dead at home, breaking up with your lover, power outage, computer broken...
What a surprise that always coincides with the deadline, is it amazing?
"Okay, he's going crazy. It's reasonable to use me as a reason to put other pigeons."
(This chapter ends)