Chapter 828 Why is Kitagawa Yusuke so difficult to kill
Conan, who was sitting in the banquet hall and waiting, watched Kitagawa Yusuke walk in from the direction of the door, and couldn't help but take a closer look at his feet. Comfortable leather shoes, I can't help but sigh: "You guy, you are unexpectedly energetic..."
After visiting the exhibition for a day, I also admired the venue prepared by Kitagawa Yusuke for the teacher's rare event. Conan is really Tired from walking, I was sitting on a bench in the banquet hall to rest.
However, Kitagawa Yusuke, who had been standing and walking since they entered the museum in the morning, socializing with Kisaragi Minesui, walking back and forth in the venue, checking and coordinating the exhibition layout, when he walked in, he was still the same. Looking full of energy.
These guests still have the opportunity to stop and chat and rest. The art exhibition itself requires walking slowly to view it. How Kitagawa Yusuke maintains his physical strength with such a workload is really unknown. ……
Tangze, who was very physically fit, gave him a strange look.
“Even if I haven’t eaten for two days, I can still carry my easel and walk to a park four kilometers away to sketch. This exhibition hall does not occupy a large area.”
The truth. , To be honest, Tang Ze's physical strength in this area is really good. When Tang Ze ran barefoot in the forest of Mermaid Island without eating or drinking in order to achieve realistic effects, he never felt weak.
Their Phantom Thieves have nothing but really strong feet. Otherwise, how could they be able to citywalk on and off the ground in Tokyo every day...
Conan patted his sore legs, wondering. Where should I complain about this sentence, but I found that the woman standing behind and approaching with a cushion stiffened.
"Senior Sister Misato." Karasawa followed Conan's line of sight and looked back. When he saw the woman with a somewhat embarrassed expression, he nodded politely.
He looked at the cushion in the woman's hand that was incompatible with the surroundings, and a red light flashed slightly in his eyes.
"Where did this come from?" Tangze stared at the extra thick sponge cushion and asked in a calm tone, "There should be no such thing in the exhibition hall."
The theme of the exhibition It is Kisaragi. In the overall design, Karasawa shamelessly took some inspiration from the design of Moritani Emperor's Second Palace. He used white plaster to shape the shape, and used lighting to blur the shadows to create a sense of body, which was used to highlight Kisaragi Hosui's work.
Of course he couldn’t prepare such a dark cushion to smash his sign in the showroom, so where did this cushion with a needle come from?
"This is, Minetaro said that you and the teacher should be tired from walking, so you asked me to bring it here." Misato Okawa felt his scrutinizing eyes and became even more embarrassed, "If you don't need it, I will return it right now."
"Don't use this kind of cushion that is completely inconsistent with the decoration style." Tangze stepped forward and took it in his hand naturally, "If you need a cushion, tell the waiter, I'll specially I have prepared a herbal futon.”
So I don’t know why the needle is stuck on the cushion, and it’s hard to tell whether the needle is poisonous. Let him sort the garbage. Don’t turn around and reject it. Some passing grudge sat down and created another mystery for Conan.
After settling the restlessness in the master's door, he turned back and looked at Conan who was looking at the cushion in his hand in a daze: "Why are you sitting here alone? Where are the other people in your family?"
"Uncle Maoli and Aunt Fei have arrived at the door, and Xiaolan has gone to pick them up." Conan moved his ankle, "I was hit by someone today and sprained my foot. Xiaolan didn't let me run with him."
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Tang Ze glanced at Conan, who had started to introduce the cause and effect inexplicably, and said to the point: "There is no need to show me your deep feelings. I really have no other interest in Miss Lan. My invitation is just because I think her appearance and figure are in line with my idea of beauty." 'The standard of definition is not to be a hooligan."
"How can..." Conan's eyes wandered guiltily.
His erratic movement happened to see Minetaro Kiya on the other side rubbing his fingers against the tray on the side.
Some white crumbs fell into the tea cup below as he twisted his fingertips, and were quickly submerged in the clear and translucent tea soup, leaving no trace.
Conan visually checked the distance between the tray and Kitagawa Yusuke. The detective's radar suddenly lit up, and his throat immediately raised: "Uncle Kugu, what are you adding to the black tea? White sugar? I want mine too. Want it too!”
With a shiver running down his spine, Minetaro Kitani suddenly turned his head and saw two people, one large and one small, looking at him with similar expressions. Every cell on their faces was written with joking and distrust.
Staring at the gazes of the two people, Kokutani Minetaro rubbed his head, slowly picked up the tea that he had just added, brought it to his mouth and took a sip: "Yes, white sugar, If you need it, ask Junior Brother Kitagawa to get it for you."
Conan stared at his Adam's apple rolling, as if he had really swallowed the tea, and then looked at the liquid level, which was indeed missing a section. He nodded and slowly looked away.
As he said himself, Kitagawa Yusuke is indeed very accomplished and compares with his fellow students, but this does not actually threaten other ordinary people who are not regarded as direct disciples by Kisaragi Hosui. Disciple, there is absolutely no need to have murderous intent.
Maybe he really thinks too much.
The detective attributed this instinct to an occupational disease or persecution delusion, but Tang Ze believed it. He immediately raised his hand and called to the waiter who was standing quietly: "Please throw away this dinner plate and the tea on it, and replace it with a new one." New. "
"Junior brother, what do you mean?" Kugu Minetaro's eyebrows jumped when he heard his instructions, "Do you think I tampered with your cup?"
"No, it's just that you didn't wear gloves when you put the candy. It doesn't feel very hygienic." Tang Ze opened his mouth and said, "I don't like eating candy very much."
Mu Gufeng Taro smacked his lips, and his expression when looking at the teacup in his hand became subtle. He had no choice but to put it back on the tray and watch the waiter take them away together.
"You seem to be having a hard time in the master's school?" Looking at the opponent's back, Conan didn't know why, but the words "failed to return" automatically appeared in his mind.
There is such vigilance, let's not mention whether he is neurotic. At least in his subconscious mind, Kitagawa Yusuke's senior brothers and sisters mostly harbored ill intentions towards him.
"As long as the teacher is here, it doesn't matter." Tangze withdrew his gaze from the third eye and said nonchalantly, "I can't control them no matter what they want."
Russian Peak Shui for To save money for the house, I took in a lot of reliable and unreliable apprentices in the early years, including Mio Tokiwa and the like, who were a little bit talented but the main purpose of learning was to get gold, and there were also some who were really talented and were looking for someone to take care of them. , an art student who wants to learn something about the master.
But no matter who it is, Ruyue Fengshui, an old man who doesn't like to suppress his temper, will definitely not force himself to accept a disciple who he doesn't like or who really has no fate, so it can be said that he has never been so sincere to anyone. , his appearance or not will not affect their relationship with the teacher, so why bother with it.
Conan obviously does not think so: "There is a saying that 'worry not about scarcity but about inequality'. Even if they can figure it out rationally, it is common for them to be jealous of you emotionally."
"Really? That's just right." Tang Ze took the newly replaced tea from the waiter, even the cups were removed, and took a sip, "It saves me trouble."
Conan thought about his true identity for a while, and then recalled Kitagawa Yusuke's mixed reactions when Kisaragi Hosui introduced various artists to him all day long, and he immediately understood what the other person had to say.
"...Isn't this your teacher's painting exhibition? Calm down for a while." The corner of Conan's mouth twitched for a while.
Old man Ruyue Fengshui has already sent one of his apprentices. Don’t go back and organize a painting exhibition to super double it. If you send three of them at once, then this swan song will really turn into a regret. "I'm just saying this because I want to finish the exhibition well." Tang Ze blew the foam on the surface of the tea and said in a very serious tone, "As long as it's not today, if they want to deal with me, they can try it."
Tang Ze, who is driving the abnormally invalid P, has been running rampant in this world for so long, and he has never really tested the strength of his passive. Someone is willing to try it for him, and Tang Ze can only ask for it.
He will let these people feel what it means to be really difficult to kill.
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In fact, there is no need to wait for another day to kill, the guy who wants to attack Kitagawa Yusuke has already felt it now.
After Tajima Toshiki watched Kitagawa Yusuke look around, he frowned and stretched out his hand to adjust the plaster statue that was tilted by more than ten degrees to its original position, and then it seemed to have slipped inadvertently to the side. The curtain at one corner was pulled flat, and the adhesive position secretly hidden in the folds was straightened, and the brows were already twisted into a twist.
Although Toshiki Tajima is mediocre in art, his performance in studies and work is mediocre, and he even has quite a few flaws in his life. He is narrow-minded and will retaliate, but as a resident of the world of reasoning, he still has some tricks and creativity. Experience.
During this period of exhibition installation work, he had already felt a little bit of Kitagawa Yusuke's personality through his daily contact with him, and he also knew that he wanted to murder him, even if he didn't want to kill him, just to make him Being injured or embarrassed is a very difficult proposition.
Socially speaking, Kitagawa Yusuke is a completely unreasonable type. After just one meeting, Tajima Toshiki is the one he least likes to see among the other disciples he has come into contact with. He is completely unpretentious and does not give any intimacy at all. opportunity.
Tajima Toshiki simply couldn’t understand how the other party could predict it so accurately. After all, when they first came into contact, he had not yet experienced how exaggerated the preference of Ruyue Fengshui was, and he had not yet developed any feelings for it. As for the malice, in the end I had to attribute it to the intuition system.
When it comes to work, Kitagawa Yusuke's meticulous patience is equally unreasonable.
This man seemed to have some kind of paranoia. During the installation of the exhibition, he installed many decorations and exhibits and measured them one by one with a level. If the order and explanation signs were not completed as instructed, he would immediately point out, even The outrageous request was made that security guards install 8-10 fixed locks diagonally on the back of the picture frame. It is said to be used to prevent theft, and it is almost welded to the wall after installation.
So Toshiki Tajima had to give up simple and crude methods, began to set the target as an impeccable person, and re-formulated a complex plan.
However, several of them had just begun, and just like tonight, they were accurately avoided by Kitagawa Yusuke and nipped in the bud.
Tajima Toshiki hated it, but he could only reluctantly take his eyes away from the well-organized and harmonious salon dinner, and walked along the narrow safety passage towards the exhibition hall.
The time is slowly approaching the closing time, and the exhibition hall has begun to be closed. There are fewer and fewer scattered tourists, and everything has become quiet.
Walking in this long pure white corridor, Toshiki Tajima felt something in his chest begin to surge again.
So beautiful, damn, so beautiful, damn beautiful.
Even with the disparaging and critical eyes of a hater, Tajima Toshiki can easily feel Kitagawa Yusuke's solid skills and outstanding imagination from this layered and exquisite creation.
The layout of this exhibition is so exquisite that it has exceeded the level of an ordinary painter. Whether it is the arrangement of lights, clever hiding of functional areas, perfectly composed interior shapes, and well-proportioned exhibition hall corridors , all show a kind of beauty that can be called luxury.
It is not a luxury in terms of cost, but a luxury in aesthetics. Anyway, if it were Tajima himself, even if he could come up with one of the ideas, he would cherish it and record it, so that he can use it to create the finishing touch at the critical moment of creation. , rather than randomly and worthlessly throwing them all over the place.
It seems that there are so many ideas and aesthetics overflowing from that brain that they can be thrown around without minding any waste. Tajima can't help but wonder, is this really something an eighteen-year-old can do? It is as if behind his dexterous pen tip, there are several geniuses in the fields of architecture, graphic design, visual communication, etc.
Thinking of this, Toshiki Tajima touched his stomach, which was aching from being hungry all day, and felt that something was churning crazily in his empty stomach.
Ah, I almost forgot, he can endure hunger better than everyone else.
"Damn, really damn..."
Muttering to himself, Tajima Toshiki's footsteps became faster and faster, passing over the plum trees that used light and shadow to create layers of shadows. Entering the hall, the Snow Solution Hall simulated tiny waves of light falling on the white floor as if the snow was melting, and rushed into the small Cao Sheng Hall where the disciples' works were displayed.
This is the only place in such a large exhibition hall that has its own small corner. However, even this small corner, placed under the spotlight and illuminated by the soft light, is still the work of Kitagawa Yusuke.
The messy color blocks of "Desire" are spinning in front of my eyes, and the self-portrait is moving in the shadows of my sight, as if Kitagawa's lingering shadow is catching up with me again.
Tajima Toshiki gritted his teeth, ignored the turbulent emotions in his heart, and quickly sprinted to his painting.
His solitary acrylic painting seems to be just an inconspicuous grass, quietly placed in the corner.
Recalling the dense locks behind the frame, his cheek twitched, but he reached out to touch his work without hesitation.
This is the last chance. When I secretly stuffed the things into the framed mezzanine, I was filled with murderous intentions and there was no turning back.
If you don’t succeed, you will succeed!
He exerted his strength and just opened the picture frame that he had already cracked open, and the light around him suddenly dimmed.
Tajima Toshiki hurriedly lowered his head and looked at the lamp hidden behind the gypsum board, only to find that the spotlight there suddenly changed color after dimming for a moment.
The bright red light shone on Tajima Toshiki's panicked face, and a siren sounded.
No additional explanation was needed, and he understood the meaning of this scene.
The anti-theft device was triggered.
Tajima Toshiki, who had completely broken his defenses, couldn't bear it any longer.
"Are you crazy?! Ah?! Kitagawa Yusuke, are you crazy, are you?! You added an anti-theft detection switch to each frame in the exhibition hall dedicated to disciples. Are you sick?"< br>
(End of this chapter)