This exhibition hall only uses dim lights to highlight the theme of "hell", but does not mean that it has no lights.

Shiraishi turned on the switch, and the light that was as bright as daylight shone down, shaking the eyes of the real boss and the director Luohe.

When Luo He got up just now, he took off his heavy helmet and wiped his eyes.

Now he began to reflect on whether he was too quick to do so, otherwise there would be a cover.

Under the difficult gaze of the two, Shiraishi nodded to them, walked leisurely to "Heavenly Punishment" and reached to the side of the picture frame.

"I'll do it! Let me do it!" Director Luohe suddenly stood up in a loud banging sound.

The heavy armor made his pace slower than usual, but he rushed to the oil painting at a high speed that even Shiraishi felt incredible.

Shiraishi took two steps back and saw the old man tearing off his gloves and constantly groping on the picture frame.

Soon, his hand stopped somewhere, and his whole body was frozen in place as if it had been petrified.

——Under his wrinkled fingers, a hidden mechanism was slightly sunken.

Director Luohe slowly began to tremble.

He raised his head and finally looked at the oil painting in front of him that had been with him for a long time. This "Heaven Punishment" that made him proud and painful. He closed his eyes and pushed his hands down.

Click, click—

Like the picture frame in the basement of Sugio's house, this picture frame has withstood the test of time.

It flipped one by one, and in the blink of an eye it became another painting with soft tones - exactly the same as what they saw in their dreams.

"...it's actually true." Director Luohe's voice trembled even more violently. He raised his hand to touch it, but reached out his hand, but in the end he only landed on the picture frame. He touched the picture frame and repeated over and over again, "It's actually true."

The boss of Shiraishi slowly walked to the painting, looked up for a while, and then looked at Shiraishi: "Why do you know this?"

Before Shiraishi could answer, he asked again: "If I had said the right thing back then, would everything be... the ending in my dream?"

"The past has passed, no if."

Bai Shi put on a mask and added to the eyes of the two of them quickly dimming: "So you should cherish the present more. She said that she would feel sad when you see your current expressions."

The air fell silent for a moment.

After a while, the two finally felt the wrong thing in this sentence and looked at Shiraishi together: "What does it mean?... Can she see us?"

"Of course." Bai Shi's lips curled up, revealing the standard smile of a persuasive handsome guy who had practiced in front of the mirror countless times in the middle school years.

Then he looked to the side, leaned slightly, as if he was listening carefully, but in fact, he was just acting intently towards the air.

After a while, Shiraishi turned around and said in a tone like a repeater:

"She has been staying next to this painting. She is very happy that you can see her. In addition, what she heard just now in the dream, was what she wanted to say to you. I just magnified her ability as a soul...!"

Shiraishi's tone was not easy to detect.

——While he was watching, the air stirred slightly, and a silhouette with shoulder-length short hair slowly emerged.

The thin figure turned his head and looked at him, as if he was standing in the sunshine and smiling. Then she raised her hand and gave Shiraishi a high-five to celebrate.

A small piece of translucent fragment flew away from her body and fell into the light screen that suddenly popped up.

Shiraishi lowered his head and lifted it up again, he saw the shadows that appeared in the painting slowly fade and eventually disappeared.

...

A few minutes ago.

Conan struggled to open his eyes, his eyes rosy.

He squinted his eyes in a drowsy manner and lay for several seconds. Everything that happened before he lost consciousness slowly returned to his mind.

Combined with the bloody color in front of him, Conan's first reaction was that blood flowed into his eyes.

After being awakened by this fact, he felt it carefully, but found that except for the numbness all over his body, there seemed to be no particular pain, and he could not smell the smell of blood.

After looking around again, Conan slowly realized that this strange red color was caused by the light penetrating the obstruction above him.

——He was placed under an upside down bucket.

Conan stared at the bucket and couldn't react for a while.

He closed his eyes unwillingly at that time, and never thought that he would wake up again. Even if he could, he must have been rescued by the deathline of Maori Ran's crying and the deafening sound of the ambulance.

But now, let alone death, he was not injured at all.

What was the mysterious man in black who lifted the knife with a disagreement? He didn't silence him... Isn't he afraid of killing himself?

But wait, strictly speaking, I didn’t see the corpse, I just saw a lot of blood stains on the kitchen knife.

Thinking of the terrifying kitchen knife, Conan thought again, it was not the time to lie here to think about the other person's motives - if someone was really injured by a man in black, he would go to save the person immediately, maybe it would be too late.

As for killing... the man in black didn't silence himself, so he probably wouldn't have committed that kind of crime.

The impression score as low as -1000 finally slowly rose a little.

After making a plan, Conan tried to sit up.

But the water pipes tied to his body and the buckets that restricted his legs greatly hindered his movements.

The strength was quickly exhausted, and Conan relaxed and lay back like a salted fish.

He sighed, closed his eyes again, calmed down, and observed the hollow water pipe on his body again. Then Conan slowly squirmed and began to stage a real person escape.

A few minutes later, he breathed a sigh of relief, moved his arms, pushed away the bucket that was much larger than him, and sat up.

His legs and arms were still very numb. Conan took a step and sighed, but he insisted on looking around the surrounding compartments.

There were no corpses, no wounded.

...Not even a drop of blood.
Chapter completed!