Anime Crossover: This friendly communication system is just too friendly!

Chapter 184 Moon Shadow Island in the Painting, A Piano Burning on the Coast

Chapter 183 Moon Shadow Island in the Painting, A Piano Burning on the Coast

"Let's go, Conan, let's follow them."

Seeing that her father and everyone else had left, Ran grabbed Conan's hand and walked towards the main hall.

"Okay, Ran-neechan." Conan replied obediently, his innocent tone causing Wang Changsheng, who was standing just a few steps away, to twitch his lips and feel a chill run down his spine, his body involuntarily trembling three times.

This guy...

It seems that he has completely adapted to being a child.

They even use their childhood to act cute and flirt, taking advantage of others!

Wang Changsheng glanced sideways at Conan, who was holding Ran's hand in a relaxed and cheerful manner, and then couldn't help but look at Sakura and Tomoyo's little hands.

"I'm just a kid too. If Conan can do it, why can't I...?"

Wang Changsheng wondered if he was overthinking things. After all, everyone was just a kid and couldn't have any deep conversations. Holding hands, kissing... cough cough cough, it wouldn't hurt, right?

Simple... Da me da me!

Wang Changsheng quickly cleared the images from his mind.

T_T Sometimes I didn't mean it that way, but Sakura and Tomoyo are so cute and over-the-top that I unconsciously start to think the wrong way.

What a sin!

"The Youth Art Exhibition Hall is also called the Sky Exhibition Hall. Next to it is the Earth Exhibition Hall, and over there is the Flower Exhibition Hall. If you are interested, you can go and take a look there, but don't go too far and go in groups."

Terada Yoshiyuki gave his students one last piece of advice.

Everyone nodded slightly, then scattered to find their friends and begin to admire the artworks.

"Children Changsheng, what do you want to draw?"

At this moment, Ran also pulled Conan towards Wang Changsheng and the others, with Uncle Mori naturally following closely behind.

He also wanted to show off his artistic skills in front of these three children.

With that in mind, Uncle Mori walked over to a statue.

"How about I choose one for you?" Uncle Mori looked the statue over, stroking his chin with one hand, his expression somewhat inscrutable.

"How about this one?" Uncle Mori pointed to the statue he had his eye on and hissed, "I think this one is pretty good. First of all, look at it, the colors are vibrant. And look at the shape, it should be a monkey... with wings. Not bad, not bad, very imaginative."

Wang Changsheng: "..."

Sakura: "..."

Tomoyo: "..."

Conan: "..."

Xiaolan: "..."

Now that the group has disbanded, Wang Changsheng and Xiaoying can stand directly with Conan and the others.

They all stared blankly at Uncle Mori, who seemed to know everything.

Xiaolan glanced at the information desk next to the statue, then explained to her father with a speechless expression, "That's not a monkey, it's an angel, an angel, Dad!"

"Huh?" Uncle Mori was racking his brains to give a critique of the artwork in front of him, hoping to impress the children and have them tell their elders about it when they got back.

Then he heard his unfortunate daughter completely deny what he had said, and he frowned, "How is that possible? This person is covered in hair, how could he be an angel?"

"Look at their explanation booth for yourself!" Xiao Lan said helplessly. She turned around and laughed at Wang Changsheng and the other kids who seemed equally speechless. "Um, sorry, you guys go and choose the artwork you want to depict. Don't listen to my dad's nonsense here. I'm really sorry."

Conan, hiding behind Ran, twitched the corner of his mouth from a perspective unseen by the two adults.

"That Mori guy is really embarrassing!" Conan thought to himself, then glanced at Sakura and Wang Changsheng. "What kind of status do they have? Whether they're from a big family or a large organization, they've probably studied art since they were young, right? And Mori still had to go up there and embarrass himself, even mistaking what this statue is, even though there's a special annotation next to it... Sigh!"

Although Conan really wanted to say that he didn't know Kogoro Mouri at all, he still chuckled innocently for Ran's sake. "Well, actually, I think this statue with so much hair really looks like a monkey. And I even read in a book that in a very, very ancient myth, there used to be winged monkeys on that ancient continent in the East. Maybe this sculpture was inspired by that myth."

Hearing Conan's words, Uncle Mori, who had initially blushed, suddenly brightened up and exclaimed, "Right, right! That's exactly what I meant! I've seen this myth before, which is why I said that. As for the annotations next to it, they probably weren't written by the sculptor himself; someone else wrote them on his behalf. He certainly didn't know this myth!"

As he spoke, Uncle Mori muttered one last thing: "Besides, this is a youth art exhibition hall. How could those kids possibly write such detailed annotations? Do they even know what their artwork is?"

Wang Changsheng and Conan both glanced at Uncle Mori at the same time.

One of them was thinking, "What is a winged monkey? Why don't I remember there being such a legendary creature in China?"

Even if it were true, Uncle Mori doesn't know when to stop and keeps climbing the ladder. I really doubt whether Conan, who's been giving him tranquilizers every day, has actually discovered it.

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The other was thinking, "This is something he suddenly thought of, something he just casually mentioned. He's already given me a way out, so why isn't Uncle Mori going down? Why is he going up instead?"

"So there's such a story?" Ran and Sakura seemed quite interested in Conan's explanation.

"Then I'll draw this," Sakura said, turning to Tomoyo and Wang Changsheng.

Hearing Sakura say that, Tomoyo blinked twice and looked at Sakura. "Can we draw together? I really want to draw with Sakura."

(??)

As Tomoyo spoke, her purple eyes suddenly seemed to turn into two hearts, thumping loudly.

"Of course! The teacher even said it's best to draw in a team." Sakura nodded and asked Wang Changsheng, "Little Wang, are you going to draw this too?"

Wang Changsheng was still worried about whether Director Ochiai would start taking action now, so he shook his head: "I'd like to go and take a look at that Hell exhibition hall. This angel monkey... you guys draw it. I'll go take a look around. If there's nothing else I want to draw, then I'll just draw this one."

Upon hearing this, Sakura was about to nod when she suddenly remembered something and froze.

"Xiao Wang, didn't Naoko and the others say on the bus that the knight armor that seems to move on its own is in that Hell Exhibition Hall? Are you going there?" Sakura's eyes held a hint of worry.

"Don't worry, that can't be true." Wang Changsheng shook his head firmly.

While the two were talking, Conan narrowed his eyes but did not interrupt them.

However, he keenly sensed something in his heart.

Although he also thought that the so-called Ghost Knight was just nonsense, Wang Changsheng's confident tone made it seem as if he knew some inside information.

That's a bit strange.

Logically speaking, Wang Changsheng and the others were just children. Even if they had a powerful family or influence behind them, they should still have some curiosity or fear about these mysterious things, just like that girl named Xiaoying.

Although it was just an idea of ​​Conan's, he knew that his intuition was very accurate.

Moreover, Conan also saw how handsome their homeroom teacher looked just now.

This is definitely not a teacher who grew up step by step and passed the exam.

He might also be part of some powerful force.

Under such circumstances, Conan has to think more.

Wang Changsheng and his homeroom teacher, Terada Yoshiyuki, might also have some kind of relationship.

Based on this, could it be that they came here as a group for a specific purpose?

such as……

Conan narrowed his eyes, then suddenly stepped forward and grinned at Wang Changsheng, who was about to leave, "Brother Wang, I think I just heard the curator say that the Hell exhibit is temporarily closed. How are you going to get in? Is there something you have to do there? And you're alone? Didn't that teacher say it's best to go in a team?"

Wang Changsheng, who had been called back, turned around and glanced at the self-righteous fellow.

He didn't answer, but just smiled slightly: "When you mentioned that myth just now, little Conan, I was a little confused. Even I, a Chinese person, have never heard of that kind of legendary creature. You've read so many books at such a young age. You're really amazing and so smart."

"yes."

Hearing Wang Changsheng's words, Ran and Uncle Mori also looked at Conan: "I don't recall having any books about mythology at home, right? Where did you read them?"

Conan: "???"

"I..." Conan paused for a moment, then scratched his head. His initial hostility towards Wang Changsheng vanished instantly, and he reverted to his innocent and adorable little boy self. "Hahaha~ I only found out about it when I was in school, from a book my classmate brought..."

"I see." Ran nodded, seemingly quite convinced by Conan's explanation.

After all, kids these days are very interested in strange tales and legends. It's not unreasonable for them to occasionally buy a few books that happen to describe a winged monkey as some kind of mythical creature.

However, she immediately turned her gaze to Wang Changsheng: "Little Changsheng, Conan is right. That Hell exhibit is indeed temporarily closed, and there's a 'Do Not Enter' sign hanging on it. You'd better not go there."

Xiaolan already knew from the newspaper that something like the Ghost Rider had appeared in this exhibition hall. Of course, she thought it was impossible. However, even if it wasn't a real ghost, there should still be some strange or different things about it.

Otherwise, the patrolmen wouldn't have seen it.

Of course, what the boss, Zhenzhong, who had just barged in so aggressively and looked short and round like a big winter melon, said seemed to make some sense.

She didn't know the art museum had been sold before, but now that she does, this eye-catching story makes one wonder what exactly happened.

The emergence of any phenomenon must be accompanied by some purpose.

This is a sentence that Shinichi always whispers in his ear.

Consequently, Xiaolan also developed her own perspectives on the matter.

She also thinks things through on her own.

"Is that so? I didn't notice. In that case, I won't go." Wang Changsheng nodded, as if he had just learned about this. "Then I'll just take a look around; maybe I'll find some artwork that I like."

He smiled and then said goodbye to Sakura, Ran, and the others.

Conan's eyes darted around, and after Wang Changsheng had walked away, he suddenly grabbed Ran's hand.

"Yes, yes, Sister Xiaolan, my stomach hurts so much, I need to go to the toilet."

"Huh?" Hearing Conan's voice, Ran quickly lowered her head. "Then I'll take you there."

"No need, no need." Conan released Ran's hand and shook his head repeatedly. "I can go by myself."

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

"Hey, wait a minute, be careful!" Ran lost her grip on Conan's hand and he ran away.

She was about to chase after him when Uncle Mori stopped her, saying, "Alright, alright, he's not a kid anymore. He's just going to the restroom, what could possibly happen? There are so many people here. You'd be better off looking after these two girls; aren't they your friends too?"

"This..." Ran glanced worriedly in the direction Conan had left.

"It's okay, Ran-neechan. If you want to catch up with Conan, go ahead. We'll just stay here and draw. We won't go anywhere else, so don't worry about us," Tomoyo said sweetly after exchanging a glance with Sakura.

Xiao Lan paused, then shook her head. "Never mind, let him go by himself."

Conan is a fast runner, and he's already out of sight.

Even if she chases after him now, she might not be able to find him.

After Wang Changsheng left, he didn't notice what was happening behind him.

As he was strolling around, he suddenly saw a rather strange painting in the Earth Exhibition Hall next to the Sky Exhibition Hall.

The scene depicted in the painting is very strange.

It's an island.

However, on the coastline where the island meets the ocean, there is a piano burning in flames. The raging fire contains the painter's deep emotional attachment. The spirit of mutual destruction makes people clearly feel a kind of indomitable and self-destructive momentum.

"Hmm? This painting."

For some reason, Wang Changsheng only caught a glimpse of the painting, yet a strange sense of familiarity welled up within him, as if he had seen the scene depicted in the painting somewhere before.

Taking a few steps forward, Wang Changsheng approached the painting and saw the signature in the lower right corner of the frame.

This left him stunned on the spot.

"A death song in the moonlight?"

Wang Changsheng immediately continued looking down.

Aso

Come true?

This name

So familiar!

Wang Changsheng frowned, and these names flashed through his mind in an instant.

"Moonlight, a piano burning on the coast, and the reality of Asano."

That's fucking wrong.