He was over seventy years old, with an unkempt beard and a thin body that seemed to fall over in the wind.
This is the vague impression that comes to Katsuki Uehara's mind when he thinks of the old curator.
But what was immediately followed was the image of this seemingly skinny old man wearing heavy medieval armor. He could lift more than 200 kilograms with one hand and kill people with ease, without even shaking his hands.
If one were to rank the characters in the plot of Conan in terms of their strength, then the museum director whose name he could no longer remember would definitely occupy a place.
Uehara Katsumi even felt that when this old man was young and strong, his strength might be as high as that of the Humanoid Gundam Kyogoku Shin——
No, that's not right.
Considering that the old curator was half-footed in the coffin when he did this, Uehara Katsumi had reason to suspect that the old man's peak strength when he was young might have surpassed Kyogoku Makoto.
And now, this dangerous old man is exactly what he needs to face.
The breeze blowing through the streets of Mikka Town hit me. I stood at the back door of the art museum. I turned my head and glanced at the two security guards who were hiding behind the wall with half of their heads sticking out. I raised my head and looked at the man in the building in front of me. A shiver——
"Ah sneeze!"
Uehara Katsumi, who rubbed his cold nose and straightened his tie, walked in along the door that the previous two security guards had no time to close.
I turned on the flashlight I borrowed from the security guard and turned on the light as I walked.
"anyone there?"
While his thoughts were racing at high speed, Katsuki Uehara did not forget to say hello to the medieval knight hidden in the darkness: "Hello?"
"Clang!"
An extremely crisp noise came from the dark place at the end of the corridor. Standing under the light, Uehara Katsumi was still moving forward, with no fear on his face.
The sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor was heard, and the only sound of Katsumi Uehara's regular breathing could be heard in the quiet corridor.
"I heard what happened from the security guard outside. There's no point in hiding, right? Why don't you go to the Metropolitan Police Department with me, sit down and have a cup of tea, and have a good chat about your attempted murder?"
He flipped open the light strip on the last inch of the ceiling in the corridor and turned on the flashlight to shine into the dark exhibition room.
Rows of antiques from the Middle Ages are stored here, exuding their unique charm in the lonely night. Uehara Katsumi slowed down without seeing the light switch.
Eyes see in six directions, ears listen in all directions.
In the darkness, the old man tried his best to control his breathing and tightened his grip on the long sword. His eyes under the medieval armor stared at the slow-moving figure at the door like a hawk.
Miscalculation, he shouldn't have come to the art gallery to test the plan tonight.
Not only did I encounter two security guards who hadn't left at such a late hour, but as soon as I scared them away, another police officer came who happened to be passing by the art museum. He had roughly heard the conversation between the two security guards and Uehara Katsumi outside the art museum, and now there were only two paths left in front of him -
One is to run;
The second is to knock the policeman unconscious and then run away.
Considering Katsumi Uehara's status as a police officer, the old man firmly took the first step towards option two——
Zheng!
The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was particularly clear in this airtight exhibition room. Uehara Katsumi's eyelids twitched and he subconsciously leaned back to avoid the sword sheath that was slashing from the darkness on the left!
Snap!
The overwhelmed tiles shattered a corner the moment the scabbard fell. Katsuki Uehara, who finally saw the armored man, stretched out his hand and happened to touch the light switch of the exhibition room on the wall.
The rectangular light strip instantly dispelled the darkness in the exhibition room, and the figure of a fully armed medieval knight came into view.
"I said it shouldn't be some kind of ghostly monster incident. After all, that thing is more suitable to happen in Gunma than in Tokyo."
Katsuki Uehara turned off the flashlight and locked the door of the exhibition room with his backhand to prevent others from escaping. He smiled and raised his hands to show that he was not threatening: "Using a scabbard means you don't want to kill me. You came here to steal art in the middle of the night." Thief?"
The knight did not speak, but opened his palm and let the scabbard fall from his hand, then bent down and picked up the long sword that glowed coldly under the dim light——
He spread his front and back legs and stooped down slightly, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands.
"No, no, the thief shouldn't be stupid enough to wear a suit of medieval armor weighing dozens of kilograms to steal things——"
Uh-huh!
The long sword suddenly slashed horizontally, making bursts of wind. Katsuki Uehara, who was always alert, jumped to the left, rolled around on the ground to relieve his force, then stood up, and casually pulled up a stick from the booth next to him. The nearest spear was pointed at some knights who dared not step forward.
"Put down what you're holding."
The eyes under the armor looked at each other, and the two walked slowly in a circle, neither of them making the first move.
"You're such a sneaky person and you want me to put down something—fuck, something from 1450?!" He subconsciously glanced at the introduction on the nameplate under the booth. The extremely dazzling year numbers immediately made Katsumi Uehara rush to insert his spear. go back.
It's now!
The knight with a focused look took this opportunity and rushed over with his long sword raised high. Seeing this, Katsuki Uehara raised his right foot high and kicked a round shield hanging on the stand next to him off the stand. He reached out to catch it and immediately placed it across it. Use the front of your abdomen as a defense!
The knight who had stopped attacking suddenly withdrew the long sword in his hand, and the effect of inertia made his body inevitably lean forward——
"Lie down, you!"
The round shield in his hand, which did not see the year introduction, flew towards the knight. The moment his attention was attracted, Katsuki Uehara jumped across the obstructing booth, supported his body with one palm, and kicked towards the knight. Kicked in the chest!
Boom! ! !
A dull collision sounded, and the knight staggered back a few steps. Uehara Katsumi, who only felt that he had kicked a steel plate, moved his right ankle a few times, looked around, and then picked up a piece of Western art without the year on it. The chessboard was protected in front of him.
"Knight, if you don't want anything to happen to these antiques, then I suggest that you'd better just go ahead and capture them—"
This time, the knight, who had no fear of throwing a rat at all, raised his sword and chopped it down!
——? !
When the quaint chessboard was cut in half, the long sword, which had obviously not yet been polished to the point of being as sharp as iron, got stuck. Uehara Katsumi, who was ready to retreat, could not let go of this god-given opportunity when he saw this——
His arms suddenly exerted force, and as his muscles bulged, he clamped the long sword with a split chessboard and threw it aside, and then subconsciously punched the knight's head!
clang!
The crisp sound of fists and iron clashing sounded, and Uehara Katsumi, who was still smiling, suddenly blushed——
"hiss!!!"
The transformation from elation to pain only took a second. Uehara Katsumi, who grimaced in pain, threw away his hand and kept letting out "hiss, hiss," in pain.
The head armor suffered a heavy blow, and the old man under the armor inevitably had a somewhat uncomfortable reaction.
However, after seeing that Katsumi Uehara seemed to be far away from the locked exhibition room door, the old man quickly stabilized his figure and rushed towards the door!
"Don't even think about running away!"
Katsuki Uehara, who was blowing air into his fist to relieve the pain, kicked out the cabinet closest to him and blocked the locked door of the exhibition room. With one hand, he pulled out the long sword stuck in the chessboard and struck the medieval knight on the back with the back of the sword!
