Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 31 Chapter [-]

After Dr. A Li finished taking care of it, the four of them walked towards the Mihua Art Museum in a group.

"I heard that the art museum has a history of 50 years!" The girl raised her index finger, recalling what she saw on TV: "The main theme of the exhibits is medieval art, or reflects medieval literature or The work of legend."

"The Middle Ages...then I'm relieved." Conan said suddenly.

Dr. Ali was a little curious: "What do you mean, Xin..."

"Hush!" ×2, Mao Lilan and Conan showed very nervous expressions at the same time, and motioned to Dr. A Li to shut up.

Dr. Ali was taken aback by the nervousness of the two of them.

"Doctor." Martin, who once again covered himself with a death-like cloak with a large hood, put the doctor's shoulder affectionately: "Remember to call him Conan outside, otherwise..."

The other arm drew a circle as if pointing the country, indicating the wide street where they were: "Maybe there is a member of the black organization hiding somewhere, and the big detective will be exposed directly?"

"It can't be such a coincidence?" Although Dr. A Li didn't believe it, he still nodded, indicating that he would remember.

"But what did the big detective mean when he said he was relieved? He shouldn't be targeting me, right?" Then Martin asked Conan again.

As a veteran of the whole job, he had a premonition that Conan wanted to give him the whole job.

"It's not about targeting, it's about caring!" Conan said decisively, and then there was a naughty snicker on his face: "I'm worried that it's easy for us to enter the art museum, but when we leave the art museum, we will be stopped by people. Said we took the museum exhibits out."

"At that time, a certain exhibit is waiting to spend the night in the museum."

The exhibits of course refer to Martin, who is a statue of David today.

However, since the theme of the art gallery is medieval exhibits, there is no need to worry about the statue of David in the art gallery. After all, the statue of David was a creation of the Renaissance, when the Middle Ages were over.

At this time, Dr. Ali recalled: "That art gallery used to be called the Medieval Art Museum, but it was renamed later. I remember, new..." After Conan stared nervously, Dr. Ali changed his words again: "Conan and I took you there once when Xiaolan was young."

Conan hung up his half-moon eyes: "Doctor... Where did 'Conan' come from when he was a child, isn't this another goof?"

Dr. Ali also felt wronged, and stuck out his tongue: "Didn't you insist on my name being Conan?"

But judging from the smirk in his crescent-shaped eyes, the old man clearly did it on purpose.

Mao Lilan on the side looked at the three men and sighed silently, feeling as if three generations of grandparents and grandchildren had been assimilated.

……

When we arrived at the Mihua Art Museum and bought tickets to enter the venue, the staff stopped when they saw Martin's weird outfit.

Just as he has done several times today, Martin raised his hand and lifted his hat slightly, showing his gray fingers and chin in front of the staff: "Sorry, I'm an albino patient, and it's not convenient for me to be exposed to light."

The staff at the ticket check took a look at the grayish white. It was neither the whiteness of the girl's skin that Sai Xue deceived, nor the bloodless and sickly whiteness of the patient he imagined, but an inorganic grayish whiteness. A grayish-white color appears on the living body, which is reminiscent of death.

"..." He is a ticket inspector, and he is about to lose his job, why should he be so serious.The ticket inspector closed his eyes and gently waved his hand to signal him to go in: "The next one."

The first entry ticket area is the main exhibition hall of the art museum, and there are passages leading to four auxiliary halls on all sides of the main exhibition hall.The main exhibits in the main exhibition hall are all oil paintings, one after another, covering the four walls of the upper and lower floors.

Mao Lilan was interested in paintings, so she walked quickly to the painting closest to her: "Wow, what a beautiful painting."

Both Dr. Ali and Conan are not very interested in artworks. To be honest, Martin has no artistic talent. Even in his transformation, the proportion of painters and musicians is the lowest.

"You guys also have a look, what a beautiful use of color!" Mao Lilan also greeted.

Conan said while walking: "Ancient oil paints will fade and turn yellow under the erosion of long time and microbial erosion, so when you see a brightly colored oil painting..." (Oil painting, it must be the restoration of modern technology Taste.)
But before Conan finished his unsightly words, Martin pinched his mouth: "This is an art gallery, not a museum. It doesn't matter if the work is genuine or not, what you appreciate is the value of art."

At this time, an old man walked behind Mao Lilan at some unknown time: "You like this painting, little girl."

The old man has long and thick eyebrows and beard, and looks like a fairy: "I also like this painting very much, no, I should say that I like every exhibit here, they are like my children .”

Um?Martin's marble eyebrows hidden under the hood raised his eyebrows. This sentence seemed a little familiar, and his DNA moved.

Before Martin could remember what the case was, Conan quietly poked Martin's knee with his elbow: "Hey, your dad is here."

"Then why don't you go up and call grandpa?"

Martin and Conan pinched each other very quietly, Mao Lilan didn't notice, just looked at the old man in front of him: "May I ask who you are?"

"Oh, I'm sorry for being rude." The old man was very polite: "I am the curator here, my surname is Ochiai, hello."

At this time, Director Ochiai turned his head and noticed that a staff member was picking up a large oil painting, but his eyes fell on the hands of the staff member, and the squint eyes that were originally covered under the eyebrows immediately widened, and he was furious Said: "Kubada! What are you doing!"

"When handling works, you must wear gloves. I have said it several times, but you forgot, right?" Curator Ochiai shouted angrily.

The man with a dull expression and a bit of a mischievous eye was named Kubota. He looked at his hands for a moment before saying, "Yes, I'm sorry."

"Okay, I don't need you here, go help elsewhere!" The impatient curator Ochiai continued to shout, and then turned his head to look at another staff member who was facing honestly: "Iijima, you are the one who has worked hard here."

"Tsk tsk, there are still no people there as usual." Another man came over, wearing gold and silver, with a fat head and big ears, and behind him was a follower wearing glasses.

Curator Ochiai looked at the visitor: "...Boss Masaka."

If you are a little more sensitive, you can taste that there is some dislike in Director Ochiai's tone.

The real boss said bluntly: "In ten days, this place will be closed, please take care of it for a while..."

Speaking of this, Boss Zhenzhong paused for a moment, and then there was a lot of malice in his words: "Take good care of these rusty pieces of copper and iron!"

As soon as these words came out, curator Ochiai's old face showed resentment, and Iijima, who was working beside him, looked at it with dissatisfaction.

Boss Zhenzhong turned a blind eye, turned his head and ordered: "Designer, take out the design drawing..." After saying that, he left with the designer behind him.

After Boss Zhenzhong left, Mao Lilan asked with some concern: "Is the art gallery going to disappear?"

It was the staff member named Iijima who answered her: "Yes, the previous owner of the art museum went bankrupt, so I had to sell this art gallery to the owner of Masaka...but it was also because he promised He will continue to run the art museum, but after the deal was concluded, he turned his back on it and converted it into a hotel.”

Um?Already going out of business?Conan felt a little strange.

If Martin hadn't turned into a strange thing a few days ago, the rumor of the 'walking black armor' published in the newspaper, he would have thought it would be Fake News intentionally created by the museum to attract customers.

But if the museum is already closing and there's no point in attracting visitors, what about the rumors of walking armor?
At this time, Conan looked up at Martin. Although he covered his face with the hood, it could be analyzed from his posture that Martin was looking at the back of the boss who was leaving.

"Martin, what are you looking at?"

"Look at the victim."

"Huh?" Conan was surprised at first, and then 'understand': "You mean you decided to make him the object of your prank?"

"Yes, otherwise?" Martin asked again: "Could it be that I'm telling you that he will be killed?"

Then Martin squatted down and whispered to Conan usually: "Well, I will go to the 'Hell Exhibition Hall' where the 'walking black armor' is located, and see if I can get a relative with that armor, and find a place by the way. Ambush him. If you don't want to be affected, stay away from the 'Hell Exhibition Hall'."

(End of this chapter)