Conan's First Love is a Profiler

Chapter 165 The Secret Behind the Painting

Qinghai Chuantang walked into the inner room. Above the cabinet next to the door, there was a painting hanging. Two-thirds of the painting was covered by the sunlight from the window.

Combined with the sunset in the painting, it has a somewhat aesthetic feel.

"what happened?"

"fine."

Qinghai Chuantang said this and glanced out the window.

After leaving Jin Shang's studio, the three found the black fan mentioned by Hojo Ryoko, named "An Feng".

"Anti-fans?"

An Feng, who was admiring the paintings, turned around and looked at them after listening to them, with his eyebrows raised, showing his dissatisfaction.

"That woman actually said that."

As An Feng walked, he said, "The painter knows how to play, and the agent is pretty good too."

Finally, I sat on the sofa.

"Are you dissatisfied with Mr. Jin Shang's work?"

When An Feng heard this, he stood up again, took a step forward, and said very seriously: "The painting auctioned by the Suzuki Group is a fake."

Sera Masumi was a little surprised: "Fake?"

"How is that possible?" Conan seemed unconvinced.

An Feng didn't say anything, but just found a picture album and handed it to them. It contained all of Jin Shang's works since he became famous.

If you look closely, you can see a subtle difference, from the composition to the waves on the water, which is the direction.

"The reason why I say it's a fake," An Feng explained, "is that when I saw the painting yesterday, the painter used his right hand."

The paintings in the book were all drawn by left-handed people.

"I see."

Qinghai Chuantang touched his chin and nodded, indicating that he understood.

When painting, the canvas is placed in front of the hand holding the pen.

In other words, if you paint with your right hand, put it on the right side, and if you paint with your left hand, naturally put it on the left side.

In this case, the direction of the left and right hand brushes is different.

"That is to say, it is a fake painted by someone else."

An Feng returned to the sofa, with a look of disappointment: "He actually made it look like he painted it himself. He has no professional ethics as a painter at all."

The "Left Bank of the Seine", which was called a "fake", was eventually returned to the Suzuki family.

This made the Suzuki Group somewhat embarrassed.

In the afternoon, Qinghai Chuantang came to Qingban's house alone and was entertained by him.

He held the tray with one hand, and his left hand was still in his trouser pocket as he had seen before.

"Thank you."

After putting a piece of sugar cube into the teacup, Qinghai Chuantang raised the jar and wanted to pass it to the other party.

Just as Qingban was about to take it, she suddenly loosened her grip, forcing him to instinctively stretch out his left hand to catch it.

Qinghai Chuantang seized the opportunity, caught the iron can, and also grabbed Qingban's left wrist.

There were traces of paint on his left hand, and there were Band-Aids on his index finger and thumb.

"It turns out to be you."

"Eh?"

Qingban was stunned and didn't react.

Qinghai Chuantang stood up and said, "I heard from An Feng. In Jin Shang's work, "Left Bank of the Seine" and his subsequent collections of works, the painter used his hands differently."

"Isn't the swelling on your left hand the callus from writing?"

Qingban seemed a little flustered and quickly pulled his hand back.

"In fact, when we first met, I was very concerned about your left hand that you always kept hidden."

An Feng believes that "Left Bank of the Seine" is a fake imitated by someone else, but the truth is completely the opposite.

Jin Shang hired a left-handed ghostwriter many years ago.

In other words, except for "Left Bank of the Seine", which was the authentic work painted by Jin Shang himself, the rest were all ghostwritten by others, that is, fakes painted by Qingzaka.

That's why Jin Shang wanted to witness with his own eyes the ownership of "Left Bank of the Seine".

“Why do you insist on being a ghostwriter?”

Qinghai Chuantang was a little puzzled, "With your talent, it's totally possible..."

Qingban smiled when he heard that.

"When I was young, I worked several jobs and found time to paint. But I couldn't make ends meet. I had no choice but to borrow money. That's when Jin Shang and I met."

Ever since "Left Bank of the Seine" was highly praised, Jin Shang has been unable to draw his next work and has been in great pain.

On the street, he noticed Qingzaka's paintings.

"He said that my work would be a hit as long as his name was on it, and he was very confident of that."

After he finished speaking, Qingban smiled again and continued, “I can earn money from painting without showing my face, and escape from illegal loans. I am very grateful to him.”

"But later on, you created a lot of works worth over 100 million yuan, so it shouldn't have taken you much time to pay off the loan, right?"

"Yes." Qingban nodded in acknowledgement.

"Rather, the contradiction between the high evaluation of the fake and my fate of not being able to see the light of day is the problem, right?"

Instead of answering her question directly, Aosaka said, "I have something I want to show you."

Under the guidance of the other party, Qinghai Chuantang came to a painting, which was Caravaggio's "The Calling of Saint Matthew".

Matthew, who was about to become a saint, and the moment he first met Jesus.

"Kinami and I often look at this painting together."

Qingban looked at the painting, his face full of piety and joy.

He stretched out his hand and said excitedly, "The Jesus on the right side of the painting is pointing and asking where Matthew is. The bearded man in the middle is Saint Matthew."

Indeed, he was illuminated by the light behind Jesus and seemed to be pointing at himself and saying: I am Matthew.

"He, is me."

At this moment, Qingban was like a devout believer.

"I was saved by the light of gold."

Qingban turned around and continued, "I have no interest in reputation at all. I volunteered to be a ghostwriter. I am truly grateful to Jin Shang for saving me from the lowest point in my life."

He really wanted to live for Jin Shang.

"I, I didn't kill Jin Shang." Qingban said very seriously.

Although the painting was done by Aosaka, the signature was done by Kaneki himself, as he could not imitate the other person's handwriting.

Without the bonus of a title or a name, Qingban alone would not be able to make a painting worth hundreds of millions in an instant.

Moreover, what he just said was indeed not a lie.

She could tell even without using a lie detector.

"Then I won't bother you any more."

After arriving at the entrance, Qinghai Chuantang formally said goodbye to him and prepared to leave.

"correct."

After she turned around, the other party suddenly said: "After the case, I went to Jin Shang's studio immediately, but the last painting I gave him disappeared."

Qinghai Chuantang looked at him, somewhat puzzled: "The painting is gone?"

"I'm more concerned about where it went."

"If I find out anything, I'll contact you right away."

In fact, Qinghai Chuantang already had a rough answer in his mind.

When I arrived at the gate, I unexpectedly met Sera Masumi and Conan, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Both of them had malicious smiles on their faces, which scared Qinghai Chuantang so much that he couldn't help but take a step back.

"Sister Xiaotang."

Sera Masumi smiled and put a hand on her shoulder, "Let's share information."

Simple and clear, there is no room for refusal.

The next day, the auction was held again.

It's just because it's too early, so Takagi and Yakusho are the only ones in the field.

Jin Shang’s death has made the auction a hot topic, and his posthumous works will also be included in this auction.

The door at the side opened, and Hojo Ryoko, wearing gloves and holding a painting, walked onto the stage.

He carefully placed the painting on the easel and then smiled with satisfaction.

The silhouette of the city, accompanied by the dawn, gives people a vibrant feeling.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time."

Qinghai Chuantang held a tablet in his hand, "The auction will start soon. But before that, there is something I want to end."

She came to the front of the stage, looked at Hojo Ryoko and asked, "Ms. Hojo, has this painting always been kept by you?"

"Yes, it has been kept in my office."

"That's about it," Qinghai Chuantang looked at the painting and said with certainty, "This painting is a fake. It's a fake that's been placed in the secret room."

"Secret room?" Takagi was stunned.

When they went there before, they didn't find the secret room she mentioned.

"Yes."

Qinghai Chuantang opened a video on his tablet and showed it to the two of them.

In the picture, Masumi Sera moved the cabinets and paintings and discovered the hidden wooden door.

After opening the door, I walked up the stairs and found a small studio.

On the easel are works that are exactly the same as those currently on auction.

"In fact, Jin Shang has a ghostwriter. His painting skills are excellent, and there has never been any suspicion that the paintings he has made so far are fakes."

At this time, Qingban walked into the venue from another door.

"Jin Shang temporarily placed the paintings handed in by the representatives in a secret room, signed his name on them, and released them as his own works."

After finishing speaking, Qing Hai Chuan Tang looked at the people on the stage: "Hojo, you are Jin Shang's partner, don't you know anything about this?"

"I don't know." Hojo Ryoko denied it flatly.

“This was also found in the secret room.”

The video was clicked again.

Masumi Sera took out a tassel from a small paper bag, one end of which had been broken.

The design of this tassel is the same as that in the auction reception room.

Plus, the hook it was hanging on was bent.

Judging from the evidence, Jin Shang did not fall from the roof, but from the reception room.

After all, Gao Mu had seen a lot of things, so he understood at this time: "The suicide note on the roof is a disguise of the murderer."

"Yes."

Qinghai Chuantang nodded and said, "That day, the murderer pushed Jin Shang down from the window that was opened in advance. However, the tassel that Jin Shang was holding broke."

The hook couldn't bear the weight and bent.

In order to destroy the evidence, the murderer took Liusu away and left a suicide note on the roof to disguise it as a fall scene.

So there were no signs of dispute or fingerprints on the roof.

"In the secret room, there is a notebook that Jin Shang used in Paris. It is filled with diaries and suicide notes, reflecting Jin Shang's inner distress at the time."

One of the sheets was torn off, leaving only the date.

All of this is displayed in the video screen of the tablet.

"The one who tore up the suicide note, hid the tassel, and knew the secret room is the murderer."

After Takagi finished speaking, he looked up at Hojo Ryoko.

Everyone's eyes, along with his, fell on her.

Hojo Ryoko jumped down from the stage and walked in front of Qinghai Chuantang.

"Don't talk nonsense. Where's the evidence? Do you have evidence that I know the secret room?"

She yelled in anger, "I never entered the secret room, and I didn't kill Jin Shang!"

Qinghai Chuantang stepped onto the stage, stood next to the painting, and said, "The evidence is this painting."

Then she took out a sharp knife from her pocket and stabbed it hard on the painting, leaving a huge mark.

Hojo Ryoko looked at this scene in disbelief, even unwilling to believe her own eyes.

Gao Mu, who was well aware of the high cost of daily necessities, took a few steps back and held onto the chair behind him to prevent himself from kneeling on the ground due to weak legs.

Hundreds of millions of dollars worth of things, just give them away like this
"Eh?"

Takagi looked towards the gate with some surprise.

I saw Masumi Sera walking into the venue with a painting, and Conan following closely behind.

The painting in her hand was exactly the same as the one on the easel on the stage.

After putting the knife back into his pocket, Qinghai Chuantang picked up the painting beside him and explained, "The painting that was just cut is a fake I drew."

After lifting a corner of the paper, the four words "Qinghai Chuantang" were instantly revealed.

"I spent all night yesterday making a copy of the original, and then I exchanged the original painting."

After saying this, Qinghai Chuantang put the painting back on the easel.

"This is impossible!"

Hojo Ryoko shook her head with an expression of disbelief: "It has his signature on it. And a painting of this level was created in just one night. How is it possible?"

Qinghai Chuantang said calmly: "Because I'm cheating."

Conan: You're the first person I've ever seen who is so confident about cheating. No, it seems that she can draw?

"If you examine it carefully, you can immediately tell that the painting and signature here are fakes. I only deceived laymen."

But Hojo Ryoko was careless and actually brought it to the auction.

The appearance of this painting here is the best evidence that the other party knows the existence of the secret room.

This fact is all the evidence.

"You were at the meeting before the case."

Takagi walked slowly towards her, "Kill Kinkami, disguise yourself, and pretend to be contacted and rush here. If you examine the tassels, you should be able to detect your DNA and Kinkami's."

The evidence is irrefutable.

Hojo Ryoko's legs went limp, and she knelt on the ground, lowering her head and saying, "It's all Jin Shang's fault. No matter how much I persuade him, he insists on making the truth public."

"That day, I persuaded him to the end."

If the fakery became public knowledge, they would both be doomed.

However, Jin Shang still insisted on doing so.

He also said that he would make this fact public after the auction of "Left Bank of the Seine".

"You admit it?"

Hojo Ryoko nodded slightly.

Finally, she was taken away by the police and the auction continued as planned.

Qinghai Chuantang was not interested in what happened next, and had no plans to accompany Yuanzi and others anymore.

After handing them the prepared egg yolk pastry, he left the auction house.

That day, deep in Sera Masumi's heart, she had the same doubt as Conan: Sister Xiaotang, is she actually Doraemon?

"Different from what has been said before, there is another theory about who Matthew is."

On the left side of the painting "The Calling of Saint Matthew", the person with his head lowered is Matthew.

Matthew worked as a tax collector, or someone in the tax office.

At that time, it was a profession that was despised by people.

But imagine that a few seconds after this scene, Matthew, with his head bowed, stands up when Jesus calls him by name.

He said goodbye to his past life and left the room with Jesus.

"To break free from the gloomy life and move towards the future. This is one of the points that this painting wants to express."

Matthew before he stood up was just like Qingzaka who was now lowering his head slightly.

Don't think about any possibilities.

“But if you just stand up, there is light waiting.”

Qingban suddenly raised his head, as if looking for his own dawn.

Afterwards, Masumi Sera returned to the hotel.

As soon as I entered the room, I received a scolding from my mother.

"Zhenchun, don't fall for other people's sugar-coated bullets."

Holding a delicate little gift box, Masumi Sera laughed dryly a few times, not knowing how to answer.

After a while——

"Not bad. It would be better if the sweetness was moderate."

Masumi Sera held an egg yolk pastry that had only been bitten once, smiled awkwardly, and did not dare to say what was in her heart.

Mom, can you save one for me?

It's all gone, okay?
When she quickly finished the egg yolk pastry in her hand and was about to pick up the next one, she found that the bag was empty.

"Too many sweets are not good for your current physical growth." Akai Mary said seriously.

Masumi Sera: Mom, thank you, I really do.
"But as long as you stand up, there is light waiting for you."

From the early stage, it can be seen that Tang’s feeling towards Conan is, I disagree with some of your ideas, or even I have no feelings for you, but I don’t deny your passion.

Some of the things I said were directed to myself and Conan. I don’t want them to get too close to each other and have too much contact.

After that, he was gradually influenced by Conan.

Although I say this, my behavior has changed, and this feeling is also subtle.

Therefore, it can be understood as an affirmation of Conan’s passion.

It is this kind of famous detective who is a kind of light for Tang, who is already an adult, and for the grayness she has experienced.

This is also a recognition of the famous detective.

Tang was influenced by Conan, and so was Conan.
Too high moral values ​​are like utopia... They should also be more humane, rather than being an empty existence like "Holy Father".

Although there are many flaws...but in fact, it may get better as time goes on.

History cannot be reversed, just as the author cannot overhaul and rewrite the past.

Indeed...it is a bit bad.

But if someone is willing to continue watching... maybe it is not as bad as imagined.

In short, thank you for your support!
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(End of this chapter)