The author created a group of 541249392. (I am a policeman when Conan opens the door)

On a silent night, in the old art gallery, there was a "clang clang" sound coming from the dark exhibition hall. The security guard was a little scared. The theme of the exhibition hall was hell. The exhibits inside were all demon sculptures, which were gloomy and terrifying during the day. I didn't dare to go in at night patrols, but there was no way. There was a suspicious sound inside, so I had to look at it, otherwise I would be fired by the director for being passively lazy.

The profits of the art museum were very poor. I heard that it had been sold to a businessman by the director. The businessman swore aloud to the director and promised to continue running the art museum. After signing the contract, he immediately turned against him and yelled all day long to demolish the place and build a hotel.

When he walked into the Hell Pavilion, the security guard felt his legs were trembling. He wished that the sound could be heard again in other Pavilions, so that he could naturally go to check other Pavilions and leave this ghostly place with a scattered atmosphere.

Clang clang, clang clang clang. The security guard's wish was halfway through, and the sound rang again, but it was right in front and was still approaching.

Clang clang, clang clang clang. As the security guard cheered himself up in his heart, go up and take a look! Go up and see who is making trouble.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and the security guard was uneasy with the flashlight, hoping to see the thing that made the sound.

There was a figure in front of him walking towards the security guard. The security guard immediately pointed the flashlight at the person. The "Who?" he was about to shout at the inside was swallowed back and changed to a shrill scream.

Under the light of the flashlight, a dark figure walked slowly in a set of medieval armor. The security guard recognized that it was a pair of Hell Knight armor set in the depths of the exhibition hall. He not only saw it, but also touched it.

That was when he first came, and he came to patrol at night. He plucked up his courage to come and take a look. He touched the black armor, which was so cold that it was so cold that it felt like it was reaching the underworld.

Now, the armor from the underworld came to him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The next day, there was a news in the corner column of the Daily Sales Daily: "The medieval art gallery has a thrilling set of armour that can walk."

When Mizumatsu saw this news, his head hurt again. Because he was worried about addictive problems, he didn't want to take painkillers, so he simply put down the newspaper and lie on the table for a while.

"Hey, what's wrong with Yuejun?" Sato Mikako's voice sounded in her ears.

Because I was afraid that others would worry, no one except Naomura Ryu knew that Mizumatsu had frequent headaches, and painkillers were also taken with people on their backs. Mizumatsu casually told a reason: "I just read the news and laughed and cried."

"News? I guess, it's probably this walking armor." This news is really nonsense, and Mikako Sato locked it directly.

"Yes, right." Mizumatsu admitted directly. Anyway, he had a headache because of this advertisement.

"Even so, Yuejun, you are too exaggerating, right?"

"Well, I just think it's funny to be able to sell daily newspapers in Japan." Mizumatsu reluctantly sat up and explained. The headache has slowed down a lot, and he can also use a smile to hide his grin.

"Yes, as a reporter, you can publish such irresponsible news. Even if you are not easy to be a reporter, you can't do this, right? Yuejun, let's go and check it out on weekends. It is also the responsibility of the police to eliminate rumors!"

"What?" Mizumatsu instantly forgot about the headache and looked at Mikako Sato in a daze.

Actually, it’s good. Anyway, there will be cases, and you will go early and late... It’s not good. I feel a headache when I think of a case.

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Recommend a friend's book "Detective Conan - Guardian of Ai" to identify the author Ai Haibara 15.

PS will post a nasty news to you, so it is best for you to take a look at it carefully.

I also mentioned yesterday that the author was conducting a contract before, but today the results of the research come out and cannot sign a contract because of a minor...

To explain, it is not because Qidian does not sign a contract for minors, but on the contrary, Qidian has a very complete response plan for minor authors, but a guardian must be required.

However, the author's parents said they did not want to make trouble...

As for what this message represents, the author actually wants to say, please don’t give it a reward, although it can’t be received. The more I read it, the happier I am, but now the more I read it, the more depressed I am.

A group of people (Conan: I am a policeman when I open the door) 541249392. A group of 500 people, but now the number of people collecting this book is 650+ (funny),
Chapter completed!