"I think this painting is the strangest." Conan picked up another painting.
"Huh, this painting looks really familiar!" Ayumi said as she looked at it.
"This is Natsume Soseki."
"Yeah, my brother idolized Natsume Soseki. He entered it in the exhibition because he liked this painting so much."
"Huh?" Ayumi looked up at Toshiya.
"But this painting was copied from a photograph, so everyone who came to see the exhibition seemed to have complaints. The only person who praised his painting was a strange woman."
"A strange woman?"
"A woman dressed in black, wearing a wide-brimmed black hat." Toshiya gestured as he spoke.
"Other than that woman, were there any men dressed in black?" Conan hurriedly asked.
Now, whenever Conan heard the word "black," he suspected someone from the Black Organization. It was kind of ridiculous—there were plenty of people who wore black.
"There were. Two men dressed in black, both tall and burly. They were probably that woman's bodyguards."
Conan took several steps back, a glint flashing through his eyes. Could it really be them?
Whether it was or not, he had to find out the truth this time. He had to find them. If they really were members of that organization, perhaps he would have a chance to turn back to normal.
After staying at Toshiya's house for a while, they all went their separate ways. Conan left alone, intending to investigate by himself.
Since it might involve that organization, Conan did not dare let his guard down in the slightest. He could not bring the others along and risk something happening to them.
And Conan did not want Chen following him either. His wariness toward Chen had reached its peak. To Conan, Chen's identity was now a complete mystery.
The two people from the Black Organization who