After wearing the wrong Meiqiang tragic vest

The dark doorway seemed to welcome them, and a gust of wind rose out of nowhere, breaking the cobwebs hanging from the windows.

Even though it was midsummer, it was cold here for no reason.

This underworld really only exists for fishing!

Luanbu enthusiastically grabbed the two orange cats and walked in.

Contrary to the expectations of the three cubs, the inside was cleaned very cleanly.

It cannot be seen from the outside, but the windows inside have been covered with heavy curtains, and the interior is lit by candles.

After all, there is no way to pull wires in this barren mountain.

The road extending from the door to the room is covered with a red carpet. The color of this carpet is not bright red, but dark red like the blood after it dries up.

It feels soft to the touch.

Candles were lit on both sides of the carpet to illuminate the dim light, and some statues could be seen in the shadows on both sides, and there were also many oil paintings hanging on the wall behind.

The first floor of the entire museum is relatively empty compared to a serious museum.

Because the lighting conditions are not up to standard, the art gallery has been given a shadow buff, and all the works in it have their own eerie effect.

All the portraits and statues seem to be watching the three little guests from afar.

The gaze was malicious.

Luanbu glanced in the empty hall, and soon found the painting that rainy day ran to the detective agency and knocked on the door.

The scene in the painting is a river. The woman is soaking in the water, and the twisted figure on the river bank can be seen through the muddy water.

The green-eyed cat suddenly knelt down and touched the ground, its fingertips touched the cold water, which also had a unique smell of river water.

Wet water left on the frame, as if the river in the painting had flowed down the painting and dripped onto the ground.

Zhong Ye came over and pulled him away, pointed to a statue and said to him, "Look."

The statue didn't look like anything special, but Luanbu immediately realized that it looked a bit like Ancolod.

The sculpture depicts a man smoking a cigarette. The height of his face's cheekbones and the shape of his eyes are somewhat similar to Ancolod's.

It soon becomes apparent that this is no coincidence, as Oda has also found another statue similar to Sakuraniwa Ume.

After searching with a goal, the three cats successfully found the other three statues.

Through comparison, it is easy to find that no matter what the difference is, the eyes of the statue are very similar to the person himself.

Oda paused suddenly, raised his hand and knocked on the statue, making a slightly hollow sound.

With a little force, the shell shattered, revealing a smaller, identical statue inside.

Five smashes, all like that.

Zhong also sneered: "This villain who is playing tricks behind his back, is it possible that he still wants to copy a shelter?"

"Courage is commendable." The originally interested expression on Ranbu's face also faded, and the black cat was now angry.

"Fools are fools because they cannot see themselves."

Oda rolled up his sleeves and said, "Are you going to smash the statue?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone realized that they were being watched.

At this time, all the works in the gallery are facing them.The originally dull eyes stared straight at the three of them as if they had come to life.

"No need for now." Luanbu waved his hands, no longer in the mood for fun: "Go to the second floor and see what other tricks they have."

The second floor is more spacious.

At any rate, there are still some artworks on the first floor as camouflage, and there are only a few unfinished sculptures and a set of tools left on the second floor.

The placement of items is very messy, as if the owner will come back to continue creating at any time.

This floor has no windows at all and is lit only by candles.Perhaps it was because of the dimness that the space on this floor looked much smaller than it looked from the outside.

This is obviously an extremely harsh creative environment, and it is no wonder that the styles of the following works are all exactly the same as hell.

Ranpo suddenly said: "Ayatsuji originally wanted to come with us, but a tricky case from Tokyo delayed him."

Zhong also wondered: "You mean that the situation here is related to that case?"

Ranpo didn't answer, but turned to Oda and asked, "Have you heard of artists?"

The big orange cat who had been a gold medal killer obviously had a lot more experience than the little orange cat wandering on Leibo Street, and immediately understood that the "artist" that Ranbu talked about was not an artist in the usual sense.

He frowned and thought for a while before saying: "A few years ago, I heard of such a supernatural being, but this person has disappeared for a long time."

"I only know that the supernatural ability seems to be related to the artwork he created, so he has the nickname of an artist. There is nothing more about the rest."

Ranbu wrinkled his face and showed a displeased expression: "The supernatural power of an artist is probably to [borrow] supernatural powers by copying other people's appearance through artworks."

"Not only by copying other people's appearance, but also by wrapping corpses in sculptures, or using human bones as picture frames and other alternative [creations] to completely obtain other people's abilities."

He turned his head and looked at the figure slowly coming up from the first floor, and continued: "Because this ability is too dangerous and has great potential, the artist was detained by the authorities soon after he was discovered."

"Half a month ago, the artist who was about to be executed was robbed. People in Tokyo didn't dare to report it in order to avoid responsibility. They didn't send the help information to the detective agency until the news could no longer be delayed."

The Chosen One's green and clear eyes stared straight at the person who came. It was a middle-aged man in brown overalls with an ordinary face, and he slowly spit out the last message:

"Entrust Ayatsuji to use his ability—to kill the artist."

The artist clapped his hands with a kind smile on his face, and the scattered applause fell to the ground without splashing dust.

It seems that he appreciates this rare reasoning show very much.

"As expected of the famous Edogawa Ranpo, it's really powerful."

Luanbu frowned and looked at him: "Your accomplices don't need to hide anymore, let's come out together."

"He likes to hide so much, it really is a mouse... Fyodor-kun from the parallel world."

Upon hearing this, Chuya immediately understood why.

Although I don't know if there is a supernatural ability in this world that can freely cross parallel worlds.

But as far as they know, so far, except for the shelter that can stably travel between the two worlds, only the world fragments have this energy.

Fyodor in the parallel world obviously cooperated with the world fragments, so he was able to come to this world.

And the world fragments are enough to understand the five guardians of the sanctuary.Otherwise, it is impossible to explain how they knew the looks of all the guardians without the help of people with supernatural powers who read memories like Ango Sakaguchi.

Zhong also said disgustedly: "Rats and bedbugs, these shady things always love to cooperate."

Oda took out his mobile phone and glanced at the information on it, and said, "Mr. Boss said that the artist in the parallel world was directly executed 12 years ago, and there was no hijacking incident."

When Ranpo suddenly asked the artist, Oda habitually sent a message to ask the boss.

So Fyodor, who is obviously a parallel world, came here, and with the help of the 12-year jet lag prophet, he cut off the artist who was about to be executed first.

"What's the use of knowing so much now?"

The artist showed a proud expression: "Anyway, you are about to become my most perfect work, and I will tell you whatever you want to know."

He activated his ability, and the whole room began to vibrate.

Ranbu immediately said: "Zhongye, overturn the roof here and leave from above! The walls of this room have been thickened, and there are sculptures hidden inside."

While speaking, several sculptural hands have already protruded from the wall bricks, making movements of grabbing something.

Just when Chuya was manipulating the gravity and preparing to overturn the roof, the roof was removed one step ahead of time.

Fyodor looked down into the room from the shoulder of the stone giant with a soft, false smile on his face, and the other hand of the stone giant was clutching the roof.

There was also a vibration from downstairs, and those works probably "lived" at this time.

The three cats appear to be surrounded.

"There is no need to resist anymore, Edogawa-kun."

The artist smiled: "Although the conditions here are not as good as the shelter, it will soon become your warmest cat nest."

The faces of the three people showed disgusted expressions at the same time.

"You too?"

Chuya raised his leg and kicked, and the gravel falling on the ground shot toward the artist like bullets.

A sculpture holding a sword broke free from the wall and blocked the rubble.

Oda avoided the pressing palm of the stone giant with random steps, and asked in a flat tone: "Do you want to go back?"

Luanbu: "Wait a little longer."

See what's coming to the five guardian statues below.

The fastest one is indeed the statue of Owon-kun, who came straight towards Ranbu and Oda, his fists were full of wind noise, and he was merciless at first sight.

Ranpo opened his green eyes wide in disbelief.

The black cat group at home are all equally spoiled, the whole sanctuary dotes on them, it can be said that they have hardly suffered.

This green-eyed cat never expected that a broken statue would attack him before his guardian himself beat him.

Maomao waved Oda away, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "There is no more love, right! Are you going to rape me?!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, whether worried or expecting, the fist of the statue stopped abruptly.

He remained in this position for the time being.

Taking a look at Luanbu, he became even more arrogant.Putting his hands on his hips, he said angrily: "I knew it! The most important thing in your heart must be that guy Dazai, right! Who said that he only raised me!!"

This cat is very good at climbing along poles, the statue backed away guilty, and the green-eyed cat approached step by step.

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In the end, the statue of the owl couldn't retreat, and it shattered into a pile of earth and rocks. It was piled up in front of Luanbu, full of innocence.

Everyone: "..."

Never expected this to be a development.

The other four statues couldn't help but take a step back when facing Chuya and Oda who were looking at them, and they even shattered when they looked at them in random steps.

So, the Chosen One is so terrifying.

"Impossible! How could this be?!"

The triumphant artist ran over in disbelief, only to find that the statue that originally housed his abilities could no longer be restored.

He can no longer create statues that are identical to the five guardians of the sanctuary.

Fyodor sighed: "Sure enough, it's not an existence that can be easily defeated."

He wanted to direct Ivan to take him away, but a huge banshee appeared in the air.

The Gorgon that appeared out of thin air only had its upper body and one arm, its blue skin exuded a clammy chill, and was still dripping water.

That incomparably huge hand compared a delicate orchid finger, and bounced the stone giant away.

"I'm sorry, the house cat's place, mice and bedbugs are not allowed to enter."

Although it was a synthesized fuzzy electronic voice, this tone had already exposed the manipulator inside.

"Bastard Dazai! Are you blind!"

Chuya, who was almost bounced off together, roared angrily.

"Ah! Is that so? I'm sorry, because the slug is too small to see at all."

The young Zai who manipulated the [lie] banshee secretly stuck out his tongue, he really didn't notice Chuya just now.