"Oh~" Qian Yu sighed with a subtle expression. "That's interesting."

"Who drew this?" Motota leaned over and began to laugh as well. "It's so ugly?"

"Picasso." Gray Yuan Ai glanced at Yuan Tai's expression, frowned, and said.

"Really!" Mitsuhiko ran over, looked at the painting, and said in surprise. "This is a replica of Picasso's Weeping Woman!"

"It seems," Qian Yu glanced at a few more next to "The Crying Woman". "Are these all famous paintings?"

"These are supposed to be the work of masters," Shunya nodded. "My brother usually likes to imitate the works of famous artists."

"Could your brother have been caught painting?" Mitsuhiko suddenly thought of a possibility. "If you draw it, you can drop the real thing and sell it for money?"

"Impossible. Although these paintings look a little similar, the brushstrokes are far from perfect, and the artistic conception of the sunflower color is completely contrary to the original. "Conan denies." In addition to Picasso's "Weeping Woman", there are also Van Gogh's "Twelve Sunflowers", Monet's "Pond - Water Lilies", and Gauguin's "Where Do We Come From?" Who are we? Where are we going? and Utrillo's Church of Saint-Germain-des-Prés... The ability to imitate the composition of the original work is quite good, but the use of color is really much worse, I'm afraid it's a mood problem. Conan pondered as he looked at the painting.

"The last two are not right," Gray Yuan frowned. "These two are more adaptations than imitations."

"Huh?" Conan was stunned.

"These two are indeed related to the two paintings you mentioned, but there are quite a few differences. For example, "Saint-Germain-des-Prés" is a painting that has some subtle but real differences from the original, both in terms of the style of the bell tower and the angle of the street. As for Gauguin's painting, the background of the original and this painting is even more different. ”

“。。。” Conan was stunned by Gray Hara's answer.

"Gray Yuan-san, your knowledge is so profound!" Ayumi is already adoring.

"Gray Yuan-san, you are really a talented girl!" Mitsuhiko also exclaimed.

“。。。” Gray Yuan frowned, then looked at the last painting. "Let's pay attention to the last picture, not this one by a famous artist."

Before Gray Hara Wai shifted everyone's attention to the sixth painting, Qian Yu was already looking at this painting.

This is a pen sketch of a middle-aged man. Because only this one is a pen drawing, and only this one is in a realistic style, it is particularly eye-catching in a large number of non-realistic style paintings. What's more...

"It looks familiar!" Ayumi said what Chiba thought.

"This should be Natsume Soseki, right?" Conan thought for a moment and said.

"Natsume Soseki is my brother's idol," Shunya said after seeing the picture. So when he first participated in the art exhibition, he sent this painting to the exhibition. However, because it was drawn according to the photo, there were many complaints from everyone, thinking that it was not technical. Only a very strange woman complimented him. ”

"Strange woman?" Conan frowned. "What kind of person is it?"

"Hmm... Joon also thought for a moment and replied. "She wore a hat with a deep brim, and she was black from head to toe."

“。。。” Chiba raised an eyebrow. "When it comes to dressing like this, why do I think first of all, my group of friends...

"When is it?" Conan said eagerly. "When did you meet her?"

"Great... It was about ten days ago ... Shunya was a little frightened by Conan's expression and stammered.

"Are there any men in black other than women in black?" Conan's tone was more aggressive, as if he were questioning.

“。。。” Thousand Feathers narrowed her eyes - Conan's question was interesting. This kind of question shows that he is suspicious of certain people, who is it?

"Of ... There were indeed two men dressed in black... Shunya's words stumbled even more.

Conan, on the other hand, froze in place, silent.

Qian Yu suddenly thought of a possibility - if it was said that Conan was drugged by the people of the organization like himself? It's not right, I'm above the middle level in the organization, and my ranking to get drugs is very high. Conan came to school earlier than he did, and he must have taken his medicine earlier than he did. If the high-level disappears, I will definitely hear the news!

Wait a minute... If memory serves, it is said that some time ago there were rumors that Gin used a drug that was still under development without authorization during the mission, which also led to a direct appeal from the drug development team, resulting in a one-week suspension for Gin?

Could it be that ... The way Qianyu looked at Conan already had a strange ingredient.

The eyes of the hunter looking at his prey, the hunter.

"Where does your brother go most often?" Conan didn't notice Chiba's eyes, but asked again.

"Huh?" Joon was also a little stunned.

"His ticket, wallet, and student ID are all in a drawer," Conan yelled. The bicycle was also parked at the door, which obviously means that he didn't go far, and it was probably around here that he was captured! Take me to the places he frequents! ”

"Oh, okay!" That's when Junya reacted. "I'll take you!"

"Everyone, keep up!" Conan said and ran out of the room with Shunya.

“。。。” Chiba pouted as he watched everyone run out at Conan's instigation.

"Aren't you keeping up?" Xiao Ai's voice came from behind Qianyu.

"Why did you get behind me... The corners of Qianyu's mouth twitched, and she turned around. "What are you going to do?"

"I have legs, I can run." Gray Yuan said lightly.

"You're going to come along, too..." Thousand Feathers shrugged. "Then hurry up and keep up!" With that, Qian Yu also walked out of the room quickly.

“。。。” Gray Yuan looked at Qian Yu who walked out of the room, his expression was a little curious.

I wanted to see how he was doing now, but I didn't expect to find another interesting guy. Interesting, so funny.

。。。

"Whew-whew-" The group had lost their initial vigor and leaned against the wall by the side of the road. Even Conan, who is the most physical, has begun to gasp for breath, apparently having reached the limit of his physical strength.

They had been running around for more than an hour, but they had found nothing.

"What the hell are we—" Qianyu gasped, barely uttering a few words after each inhale. "How—do you?"

Just after Chiba asked this question, his gaze was drawn to a man.