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Chapter 185 Conan: Is Wang Changsheng my nemesis?

Chapter 184 Conan: Is Wang Changsheng my nemesis?

The Moon Shadow Island Murder Case!

In the blink of an eye, a name popped into Wang Changsheng's memory.

"Asai Narumi...isn't that Asai Narumi?"

He looked at the piano burning on the shore. Although the painting was called Death Song in the Moon Shadow, didn't it imply that this place was Moon Shadow Island?

The Moon Shadow Island Murder Case is also known as—

The Moonlight Murder Case.

"No wonder it looked so familiar, so this is it." Wang Changsheng couldn't help but stroke his chin. "But why did Cheng Shi paint such a picture? And why is it hanging here?"

Wang Changsheng, who had watched the anime, felt that Asai Narumi, or rather Asai Narumi, was a pitiful and tragic character.

Even for Conan, Narumi is probably a major sore point in his detective career.

"Before we leave, we should ask Director Ochiai how he came to own this painting."

Having made up his mind, Wang Changsheng was about to leave.

Suddenly, however, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"Brother Wang, what are you looking at?"

That little rascal Conan suddenly appeared behind Wang Changsheng without anyone noticing.

Wang Changsheng didn't even notice him getting closer.

"What are you looking at? Of course I'm looking at the painting. Can't you see I'm looking at it?" Wang Changsheng glanced at Conan.

Wang Changsheng's complaint didn't trigger a system notification, indicating that Conan didn't think the exchange was friendly enough. He just chuckled and then moved closer to Wang Changsheng.

He looked up and carefully examined the painting that Wang Changsheng was looking at.

However, after looking at it for a long time, he didn't notice anything unusual about the painting. He just felt that the painting was quite good and had a strong sense of the artist's emotional expression.

"I went to the restroom just now, and I happened to see you here, Brother Wang. I noticed that you didn't seem very interested in these artworks along the way, but you suddenly stopped at this painting, looking like you wanted to study it. Looking at it now, it seems that this painting is indeed very impressive~"

Conan tilted his head back to examine the painting, but his eyes were secretly observing Wang Changsheng's expression, as if trying to glean something from it.

Wang Changsheng really didn't want to maintain his good boy persona when it came to Conan. He rolled his eyes at the guy who was even shorter than him and said, "Yeah, of course it's drawn very well, otherwise I wouldn't be standing here looking at it."

Isn't that obvious?

Message: Wang Changsheng's negative points +999

Every time Wang Changsheng chatted with this little brat, he would gain some negative points of his own.

Thinking of this, Wang Changsheng narrowed his eyes.

He looked around and, finding no one else nearby, a smile crept onto his lips.

Immediately...

"Bang!"

"Ouch! Why did you hit me!"

With a loud thud, Conan stared wide-eyed, clutching his head and glaring at Wang Changsheng's smug and ugly face.

"Huh? How can that be considered hitting you?" Wang Changsheng looked at Conan with a surprised expression. "That's clearly a loving caress!"

Message: Level 4 Magic Fruit +66

Message: Negative points from Conan Edogawa +7474

Wow!

That's awesome!

Upon seeing the system's notification, Wang Changsheng's eyes lit up.

Conan clearly noticed the change in his expression and immediately took a few steps back, clutching his head warily.

"What else do you want? I just wanted to ask Brother Wang what painting you were looking at, and you attacked me like this, that's too much!" Conan grinded his little tiger teeth.

"Too much?" If it weren't for the fact that the art museum wasn't a place for loud noise, he would have loved to laugh out loud.

How did this guy get here? What's he doing here? Do you really think I can't guess?

It's just that he saw himself leave the group without permission, the rumors about this art museum are very strange, and he witnessed the conflict between the owner of Manaka and the director of Ochiai. He probably felt that as a member of a large family, he had also been involved.

So I wanted to sound him out.

Actually, his purpose in wandering around wasn't about the museum director's matter; rather, he was looking for something.

Wang Changsheng glanced at Conan sideways: "Now that you've finished using the restroom, why don't you hurry back? I still need to pick out a piece of art to paint."

Conan stood several steps away from Wang Changsheng, watching Wang Changsheng's hand warily, afraid that he might punch him again when he wasn't looking. Then he grumbled, "Didn't your teacher say that we must travel in pairs? Why don't I come with you, brother? That way you won't be afraid of being lonely here alone."

Wang Changsheng: "..."

Why does that sound so manipulative?

Wang Changsheng glanced at Conan and snorted, "Thanks, but it's not necessary. Ran is probably still waiting for you there. If you go back late, she'll be worried again."

Conan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The more this guy tries to stop me from following him, the more it shows that he's definitely up to something shady going on by himself!

"It's alright, I'm here with you, Brother Wang, so Sister Lan will understand," he said with a smile.

Wang Changsheng: "..."

That sounds really weird, doesn't it?!

Wang Changsheng was utterly speechless at Conan.

Why is it that nothing good ever comes out whenever I run into him?

Speechless, Wang Changsheng shook his head and glanced again at the piano burning under the moonlight.

Immediately, he turned and left.

"Hey, Brother Wang, where are you going? Wait for me, I'm coming too!" Conan saw Wang Changsheng leave and quickly followed.

However, Wang Changsheng ignored him.

After wandering around for a couple of hours, he had basically found the area where what he was looking for was located.

Of course he couldn't go looking for that thing now, so after walking around for a few rounds, it was about time for him to go back and talk to Sakura and the others about this matter.

This art museum contains Clow Cards.

"What a coincidence, everything just piled up at once." Wang Changsheng pondered to himself as he casually walked back.

Conan kept chattering on and on, but when he realized that Wang Changsheng was ignoring him and had no intention of paying attention to him, he shut up and simply observed Wang Changsheng's every move.

Like a voyeur~

"What are you thinking about, Brother Wang?" Conan asked innocently, looking up at Wang Changsheng who seemed to be deep in thought.

Wang Changsheng glanced at Conan, and taking advantage of his momentary lapse in attention, punched him on the head again with a thud: "What adults think has nothing to do with a child like you."

"┻╰（‵□′）╯Sneak attack!" Conan was punched, and the pain almost brought tears to his eyes.

He glared at Wang Changsheng, looking like a wronged little wife, one hand trembling as he pointed at him: "You...you're clearly just a child!"

"Hehe." Wang Changsheng didn't speak, he just smiled without saying a word.

Message: Negative points from Conan Edogawa +4444

"That damned guy!" Conan was so angry his teeth were itching.

After Wang Changsheng brought Conan back to Sakura and Ran, Ran couldn't help but whisper in surprise, "Why did you all come back together?"

Before Conan could speak, Wang Changsheng interrupted him, saying, "I was looking at the painting over there when Conan suddenly appeared. I was worried about his safety wandering around alone, so I brought it over to you."

"Oh? I'm so sorry to bother you." Upon hearing this, Ran immediately pulled Conan over. "Why did you bother your brother Changsheng? He was looking at an art exhibition, and you were being so naughty as to disturb him."

"?"

I don't!

"I just..."

Conan wanted to argue his case.

However, Uncle Mori, who was looking at the statue nearby, walked over and immediately hit Conan on the head, giving him a big bump.

"What did you say? You dare to talk back to an adult? You little brat, you've really gone too far! Go over there and stay quiet, don't bother people!" Uncle Mori glared at Conan with a fierce look.

Conan was genuinely afraid of his future father-in-law.

He wanted to defend himself, saying that he had just "coincidentally" run into Wang Changsheng and "coincidentally" saw him staring intently at a painting, so he wanted to go up and ask him what he was looking at.

However, after being scolded by Uncle Mori, he could only walk to the side, looking pitiful and holding his head in his hands.

Every time I run into Wang Changsheng, nothing good ever happens to me!

Could this guy be my nemesis?

My head is spinning!

Uncle Mori, you're so ruthless!

Even that brat Wang Changsheng didn't use that much force.

They've already given me huge packages!

Damn it!

Conan glanced furtively at Uncle Mori, then looked at the watch on his wrist, hesitating whether to retaliate by giving Uncle Mori a tranquilizer dart to vent his anger.

Tomoyo and Sakura, who were drawing, noticed the commotion. They looked up and saw Conan squatting down beside them.

Although they looked pitiful, for some reason, Sakura and Tomoyo couldn't help but want to laugh.

The two exchanged a glance, suppressing their laughter, and said to Wang Changsheng, "Young Wang, don't you see any artwork you'd like to depict?"

"Well, it's really nothing. I'll just paint this statue with you guys." Wang Changsheng nodded.

Upon hearing this, Conan, whose scars hadn't even healed, forgot the pain and looked up again: "But Brother Wang, weren't you very interested in a painting just now? Why didn't you paint that one?"

Upon hearing Conan's voice, everyone around turned their attention to Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Conan.

The latter was startled by the stare, then smiled awkwardly and shrank back.

"snort."

Wang Changsheng snorted softly, then sat down next to Sakura and Tomoyo. "The technique of that painting may not be very impressive, but it conveys a very strong emotion. I have never experienced that feeling, so naturally I cannot paint it. Instead of forcibly copying it, I should paint something else."

"I see." Tomoyo nodded.

She is quite knowledgeable about these artworks.

It is indeed rare to see a painting that contains a strong artistic conception. As for such paintings, it is very difficult for anyone other than the painter to replicate them by imitation.

Wang Changsheng was right not to choose that painting.

"Let's draw this statue together." Sakura was also quite happy. She and Tomoyo were sitting on a step. When they saw Wang Changsheng coming, they moved over to make room for him.

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"This is so hard to draw!" Sakura sat between Wang Changsheng and Zhiye, looking distressed.

Wang Changsheng, who had just sat down with his sketchbook in his arms, glanced at the sketchbook in Xiao Ying's arms.

Wang Changsheng: "..."

It does look quite like a monkey...

Cough!

"Your drawing is pretty good," Wang Changsheng praised Xiaoying.

"Huh? Is that so?" Sakura scratched her head a little embarrassedly. "But compared to Tomoyo's drawing, mine feels like a completely different thing."

Hearing Sakura's words, Wang Changsheng peeked out and looked at the sketchbook in Tomoyo's hand on Sakura's other side.

Conan's gaze also turned towards them.

Wow!

Conan and Wang Changsheng both raised their eyebrows.

It can be said that Chiyo has displayed almost all the details of this statue, and it is very perfect and lifelike. It feels like the angel monkey inside can jump out of the paper at any time.

However, Tomoyo hadn't finished her drawing yet. She lightly made a few strokes, and when she heard Wang Changsheng's exclamation, she smiled and said, "It's alright. I just practiced a bit, so it's just average. Sakura, your drawing has a lot of feeling, very... unconventional."

"Oh, really? Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Tomoyo." Hearing Tomoyo's soft voice, Sakura couldn't help but chuckle.

Conan: "..."

Wang Changsheng: "..."

The two exchanged a knowing glance.

At the same time, an idea popped into my head.

Is this really a compliment to you?

Still grinning like an idiot...

Wang Changsheng shook his head.

He also began to sketch the statue in front of him in a simple way.

This can be considered an assignment given by their homeroom teacher, Yoshiyuki Terada, and it is graded.

So even if he didn't care about the grades, he still had to draw something and make a show of it.

"Let's go take a look around too."

Seeing that Wang Changsheng and the other children had started drawing seriously, Xiaolan quietly called to Conan, and then spoke to her father.

Seeing that staying here wouldn't get him any closer, Uncle Mori nodded.

Time passed little by little, and soon Wang Changsheng had almost finished drawing it.

Sakura and Tomoyo were drawn very carefully, so they were drawn around the same time as him.

Perhaps because of what happened with Mr. Manaka, Director Ochiai came out of his office and found Wang Changsong and his classmates' homeroom teacher with a blank expression.

After discussing it for a while, Terada Yoshiyuki announced that their club activity was over.

Although the students were somewhat surprised, the allotted time was indeed sufficient.

Everyone has basically drawn a rough sketch of the artwork they want to create.

The group was preparing to take the car back when Wang Changsheng stopped Xiaoying and Zhishi.

"Anyway, it's the weekend, we have plenty of time. Why don't we continue to stroll around here? I also have something I want to tell you." Wang Changsheng winked at the two of them.

Sakura was a little slow to react, but Tomoyo reacted very quickly.

She glanced at Conan, who was staring at them from a distance, and asked, "Is this related to this child?"

Conan had been watching them, and Tomoyo had noticed it.

"...It has nothing to do with him." Wang Changsheng glanced at Conan.

The latter immediately turned his head away, pretending not to see.

That brat...