Chapter 423 Painting Club
"But if you think about it carefully, how is this possible! Even if Kudo Shinichi was invited to be a model, it would be impossible for Maori Kogoro!"

Conan was speechless and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"That's true." Ze Yu nodded in agreement: "Who would choose Uncle Maori as a model when painting? Unless the painter is blind."

"After all, Uncle Maori has no body shape and drinks beer all day long. He is simply an old, decadent otaku who is too lazy to even clean up his house. If even he can be a model, then anyone can be a model."

"That's right!" Conan agreed.

"Hey." Huiyuan Ai walked over and couldn't help but say, "Is it really okay for you to complain about that uncle behind his back?"

"Xiao Ai, what do you think?" Ze Yu turned around and looked at him with a smile.

"I agree with everything you said." Haibara Ai said seriously.

The decadent and arrogant uncle also did not leave a good impression on her.

"When we go to the painting club after school, does Ai want to go with us?" Ze Yu asked.

"Forget it." Huiyuan Ai shook her head: "I want to go home and read, you guys go by yourselves."

"Okay." Ze Yu nodded slightly.

.........

After some time...

In a painting club.

"Huh? Are you saying that your art club is going to publish a collection of paintings about murder scenes?" Uncle Maori sat on the sofa, looking confused: "Will anyone read this kind of thing?"

A collection of paintings about murder scenes must be very scary. Who, a normal person, would watch this?

"This is a work of art. Only a true artist would buy it for collection." A man sitting opposite Uncle Maori said with a smile, "The main artist of this collection is our company's general manager, Mr. Kaneto."

"The reason we invited you here today is because we plan to include a discussion between Mr. Kaneto and Mr. Maori, the famous detective, in the last part of the collection."

After hearing what the man said, Uncle Maori's face darkened instantly: "Is that so..."

Really, it was all in vain!

Not far away, Xiaolan and Conan, who were sitting on the other side, couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Ze Yu was very well behaved and didn't laugh so exaggeratedly, but there was still a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth.

The man sitting opposite Uncle Maori poked his head out curiously and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Xiaolan suppressed her laughter and explained, "My father thought you were planning to use him as a model for your art collection!"

"We already knew that this was impossible, but he was so excited that he almost couldn't sleep... Don't you think so, Conan?"

"Yeah!" Conan nodded immediately.

"Hey, Xiaolan, pay attention." Uncle Maori looked over and said unhappily, "Give me some face!"

.........

At the same time, across from the painting company, in an apartment building...

The painter named Kaneto woke up from his dream and rubbed his eyes subconsciously.

This is a 48-year-old man with a beard and looks a little sloppy.

Next to him sat a beautiful young woman, but she was not his wife, but his lover. The woman held a bottle of nail polish that had just been closed, and looked at the old man with a smile in her eyes.

After rubbing his eyes, Kaneto felt something was wrong. He raised his hand and saw a hint of pink on it.

"What did you do?" he asked confusedly.

"I just drew a butterfly on your face with nail polish." The woman smiled and said, "How is it? This bottle of nail polish just came on the market today. The color is very beautiful, right?"

“There’s really nothing I can do about you…” Kaneto muttered somewhat dissatisfiedly and wiped his face with a tissue.

"Hurry up and get dressed." The woman opened the curtains and said in a gentle tone: "Did you forget? You have to meet a detective today. You overslept and are almost late now, right?"

Hearing this, Kaneto looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Oops!"

He took the clothes from his lover and put them on while saying, "We should try to reduce the chances of seeing each other recently. My mother-in-law already suspects that I am having an affair."

"Are you still worried about this?" The woman said casually, "When are you going to divorce that shrew in your family? Then we can be together openly."

"Bastard!"

Hearing her words, Kaneto flew into a rage and slapped his lover, knocking him to the ground.

Even the nail polish she was holding fell off.

"What are you doing?" The woman stood up from the ground, covering her face with an angry expression.

"I've told you a long time ago that you can't tell anyone about what's going on between us!" Kaneto said coldly, "I do have a son. The reason you can live in such a luxurious apartment and use such good nail polish is because I'm helping you!"

"Don't even think about pushing it any further!"

"As long as you stay by my side, you can only be my lover. Don't dream of becoming my principal wife. It's impossible!"

"Damn it, you heartless man, I'm going to tell everyone about this!" the woman threatened angrily.

"Do you think I'm afraid of your threats?" Kaneto put on his clothes and said disdainfully, "My wife has already discovered our affair and she acquiesced."

"I'm not talking about what happened between us, but about the paintings." The woman sneered, "Most of the works you posted were drawn by me. If I expose this matter, you'll be dead."

"Hey!" Kaneto's expression changed for a while, and finally he said in a deep voice: "Who would believe you?"

“Don’t you know?” The woman laughed proudly, “When I finish each painting, I will leave special marks on it. The paintings with those marks are my paintings.”

"What did you say!"

Kaneto's eyes widened in shock, and he quickly ran to the bookcase and found a collection of paintings.

Nominally speaking, this collection of paintings is the work of Kaneto, but in fact, some of the works were drawn with the help of his lover.

Kaneto quickly flipped through the album and soon found the paintings created by his lover. Sure enough, he discovered a special mark in these paintings.

That's a butterfly.

"How is it? Have you finished reading it?" The woman said proudly, "I have your handle in my hand..."

"Do you understand? You will never escape from my grasp in this life!"

"You bastard..." Kaneto put down the painting album in his hand, walked over with a dark face, and murderous intent surged in his heart.

(End of this chapter)