Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 32: It’s good to learn karate
Gao Mo returned to the hall with a little confusion, not quite understanding the meaning of what the old director said.

The only thing that was certain was that the old curator no longer had any ill will towards him—even the Death Mark could not be activated.

Is it simply because you think he is serious and responsible and cherishes art?

Gao Mo remembered more details of the case.

It seems...it's not impossible.

In the original work, the curator was too fond of the artwork, which led to a big flaw. He used replica armor to kill people and moved the paintings in advance - he was afraid that the blood splashed when killing people would damage the artwork.

The motives for murder and frame-up were also these works of art.

Demons and knights... The director was probably talking about himself.

Fortunately, he has been working hard today, not slacking off, and treating the artwork well.

Otherwise, the outcome might have been different.

The director might save him, but at the same time, just like in the original work, he would also frame Kubota for the crime of murdering Manaka's boss.

……

After thinking through the twists and turns, Gao Mo's expression became a little complicated.

Especially when I saw Iijima coming out of the exhibition hall on the other side, the complicated emotions were even more intense.

The seemingly dangerous curator saved him, but this honest "senior" tricked him several times, and the second time he almost killed him.

This world... seems to have changed from being oriented towards teenagers to being oriented towards adults.

From the day of his resurrection until now, from physics to worldview, everyone is full of malice towards him.

Even Furuya Rei repeatedly gave him premonitions of death, and he didn't know what he was planning.

Nothing much has changed in the Moustache family - a blessing in disguise.

"Kurosaki," Iijima's face looked unnatural when Gao Mo looked at him, and he asked quickly, "Have you seen the director? Just now, Boss Manaka said he was coming over..."

"The curator is in the Hell Exhibition Hall."

"Oh, I'll go find the director. I'll leave the hall to you... Call me if you have any questions."

"it is good."

Gao Mo calmly watched Iijima leave, and became more cautious towards this "senior", no longer as polite as he was at the beginning.

……

Compared with the morning, the number of visitors to the art museum in the afternoon was obviously higher, but it was still not very lively.

The tourists came in groups of three or four, and one eye could keep an eye on everything, so there were no naughty children who might cause trouble.

"Kirouto-chan?"

Suddenly, a cry of surprise exploded behind Gao Mo.

Maori Kogoro had just come out of the bathroom when he saw Gao Mo, who was patrolling with his hands behind his back. He called out tentatively, looking a little bewildered: "Why are you here?"

"Shh!"

Gao Mo's heart was pounding, and he hurriedly pulled the mustache aside.

"I'm working, how can you recognize that?"

He was a little doubtful about his own skills. After all, he was only at level 1 in makeup...

"It would be strange if you didn't recognize me, right?" The man with the mustache frowned. "We just met a few days ago. If you're in disguise, could you at least change your mustache? Don't forget my identity. I'm a famous detective..."

"I know, I know. I'm an employee of the art museum now. Remember to call me Kurosaki."

Gao Mo had no choice but to interrupt the mustache show-off.

But seeing the mustache again made me feel much more at ease.

The sense of security returned.

"Why are you the only one here?" Gao Mo didn't see Xiaolan and Conan around.

"It's inside." The man with a mustache looked depressed.

After finally getting a few days' rest, he originally wanted to watch some TV series at home, but his daughter dragged him over to see some art exhibition.

The image of my daughter punching the office cabinet door came back to my mind again——

Smiling Xiaolan: Do you want to go?
The depression on the mustache face turned into annoyance. "I don't know who Xiaolan looks like. Every time something goes wrong, she... I shouldn't have let her learn karate in the first place."

"It's good to learn karate."

Gao Mo felt more relieved.

Death perception is not omnipotent. It can know the danger but cannot completely locate the source of the danger. Once Eagle Vision fails to observe it, it will be extremely dangerous.

The Hell Exhibition Hall had taught him a lesson: he couldn't be careless with his head above him. It was still safer to have bodyguards around.

"father!"

Xiaolan hummed a little tune and returned to the hall in a good mood.

"I thought it was right to come visit, didn't I? The paintings here are so interesting!"

"Yes, yes."

The mustache man forced a smile with sweat dripping from his forehead.

Conan, who was following Xiaolan, showed little interest and seemed to have lost all hope in life. He only raised his eyelids again when he saw Gao Mo - he recognized him, but they tacitly kept silent.

"Who is this gentleman?" Xiaolan looked at Gao Mo curiously, tilting her head as if reminiscing, "It feels like..."

"I'm the librarian here, Hei Qi," Gao Mo took the initiative to introduce himself, "If you have any needs, please tell me."

Fortunately, level 1 makeup is not completely useless.

"Okay, okay." Xiaolan nodded blankly. She wanted to say something but was pulled away by her father's mustache.

Only Conan was left to approach Gao Mo.

"Kirouto-san, what are you doing? Why are you working at the art museum again?"

Gao Mo's style is really wild. He is a butler of a wealthy family, a curator of an art museum, and he is also a washed-up idol who plays supporting roles... Even he can't understand it.

"Are you investigating a case?" Conan asked tentatively.

He actually wanted to ask Gao Mo about the Black Organization and why Gao Mo knew his identity - where was it exposed?

Dr. Agasa, the only one who knows his identity, would not speak nonsense.

It's just that the house seemed to have been ransacked - as if someone wanted to confirm whether he was dead or alive.

After all, there was no news coverage of the famous high school detective's murder...

Thinking about it.

Conan suddenly narrowed his gaze, and the elementary school student's body began to tremble.

Just in case, he didn't go back home to stay, but when he first became smaller, he took the clothes he wore as a child.

If someone is attentive, they might come up with something.

"Brother Kido, I..."

"Don't think too much," Gao Mo's eagle eyes noticed Conan's small face changing into five expressions instantly. "No one has discovered the hidden effect of the drug yet. The probability of becoming smaller is extremely small."

If nothing unexpected happens, the developer of the shrinking drug, Shirley, who later became Haibara Ai, has recorded Kudo Shinichi's status as death.

Otherwise, the Black Organization would have come to our door long ago.

"Someone helped change your status to death, so you are safe now."

"Brother Kido, how do you know all this?" Conan's expression improved a lot. "It was you who searched my house?"

"You'll know later."

Gao Mo chose to be a riddler.

Otherwise, I'd be asking questions endlessly.

"In short, be careful and don't implicate the Maori family." Gao Mo reminded again, ruffled Conan's hair, and walked straight towards several tourists who wanted to cross the fence and touch the paintings.

Conan, who used to always resist, rarely paid attention to his hairstyle. Instead, he stared at Gao Mo's back in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

“I love all the works here. They are like my children…”

On the other side of the hall.

The curator who was called by Iijima happened to meet the Mori father and daughter, and enthusiastically introduced the gallery's works.

When talking about art, he instantly turns into a happy old man.

Just like Xiaolan's deceptive little girl posture, it is probably hard for anyone to imagine that the director's appearance hides terrifying military power.

Gao Mocai stopped the disorderly tourists and turned around to see the curator's eyes full of memories and reluctance, as if he was saying goodbye to his children.

The seemingly sturdy body feels quite hunched.

Almost all the main characters are here. Will the murder happen today?

Gao Mo felt the flow of fate, and the museum, which was originally full of artistic atmosphere, was vaguely shrouded in shadows.

Stand aside or...

(End of this chapter)