As soon as he entered the hall, the system notification rang out.
"Captured a soul. Do you want to absorb it?”
"Absorb."
Wen Haochen was already used to the system's quick and efficient method, so he agreed very quickly.
" Last Wish of the Soul: Acquire the Mi Hua Art Museum and transform it into a top-class restaurant.”
Wen Haochen was speechless.
What the hell!
Acquire an art gallery?
This art gallery occupied a large area. If he wanted to buy it, he would need at least 30 to 40 million yen. Wen Haochen did not have much money on hand now. He was somewhat reluctant to take out so much money to invest.
Moreover, to build a first-class restaurant, interior decoration and post-production publicity were also essential.
All of this required money!
Wen Haochen felt that he had stepped into a pit. If he wanted to fulfill the last wish of this soul, then the 60 million that he had worked so hard to keep warm would go down the drain!
Just as he was thinking about these questions, a pleasant voice interrupted Wen Haochen's thoughts.
"Isn't this Mr. Haochen?"
"Oh, it's Xiaolan. I didn't expect you to be here.”Wen Haochen was stunned for a moment before he reacted.
Since there was a murder case here, and it was a case that had happened in his memory, it was reasonable for Conan and the others to appear.
Therefore, he was not surprised at all. He smiled and greeted Maori Kogoro and the others.
However, Maori Kogoro was still full of vigilance when he looked at Wen Haochen. He said coldly,""Mr. Wen, I didn't expect you to know how to appreciate art. I thought people like you only know how to look at beautiful women.”
Upon hearing this, Xiaolan and Conan's eyes were obviously a little strange.
Uncle, are you talking about yourself?
"Mr. Mao Li is really interesting. I'm an artist after all, so there's nothing wrong with me liking art.”Wen Haochen said with a smile.
"Hey, Brother Haochen, are you also in the art industry? What do you do for a living?" Conan asked curiously.
"I am a mangaka. Of course, I'm not famous yet. I'm fighting for my ideals.”Wen Haochen explained.
Maori Kogoro said mockingly,""You're just a mangaka, and you have the nerve to call yourself an artist. People these days really don't know how to be modest.”
At this moment, an old man with a white beard walked over. Seeing his appearance, Wen Haochen was worried that he would suddenly fall down while walking. After all, this old man looked to be at least 80 years old.
"I didn't expect that our art gallery would have so many guests even though it's about to close. I'm really happy. If there had been so many guests in the past, things would not have come to this.”
"You must be the director. Hello, I'm Wen Haochen.”Wen Haochen took the initiative to speak, but his eyes were constantly sizing up the director.
At his age, how did he put on such heavy armor and nail a person to the wall?
"Hello, I didn't expect that manga artists nowadays would like to visit art gallery. This is the first time I've seen one.”The director said with a smile, but it was obvious from his words that he did not think much of the manga artist.
After all, the art gallery only displayed works of art with ideas, which were very different from comics used to entertain the public.
Moreover, the reason why the art gallery had closed down today was closely related to the emerging industry of comics. It was no wonder that the curator did not like Wen Haochen.
However, Wen Haochen didn't mind. Instead, he smiled and said,""I don't agree with what the curator said. Art is not divided into categories. Although manga had some story elements, it was still fundamentally a painting. Since it was a painting, why was there a distinction between high and low?”
"These works of art are the painstaking efforts of the ancients, the witness of history, and the crystallization of culture. How could it be compared to those comics that were created in a short period of time?”The curator retorted.
"But as you can see, it's because the pace of comics is faster and the time is shorter that they follow the current trend and are accepted by more people. Although art works have a high collection value, they are gradually unable to support the industry. I'm not targeting your art gallery, I'm just stating the facts.”Wen Haochen spread his hands and said.
Although he didn't agree that manga artists could be counted as artists, he had to prove himself since he was one of them.
He couldn't let others look down on him!
The curator shook his head, not intending to continue the conversation with Wen Haochen.
Wen Haochen blocked his way and asked loudly,""Director, I heard that your art gallery is going to close down. How much are you going to sell it for?”
"You want to buy it?" The curator was stunned. He obviously did not expect Wen Haochen to actually plan to buy an art gallery.
Although he was not ashamed of Wen Haochen's identity as a mangaka and did not think that Wen Haochen would be able to appreciate these works of art, it was better for a mangaka to buy an art gallery than to let that fat businessman buy it!
"Yes, I do have such thoughts.”Wen Haochen nodded.
"If you're sure you can buy it, we can give you a discount. We can sell it at a minimum price of 18 million yen, provided that you keep the art gallery.”The director immediately said seriously.
The two of them were still discussing the price when Xiao Lan's exclamation suddenly came from the other side.
Wen Haochen guessed that the corpse of the deceased should have been found. However, Xiao Lan's voice was really a little too loud. It made people wonder if she knew some sound wave technique or something. It definitely had the effect of a magical sound pouring into the brain!
"What happened?"
"Someone died!"
It was noisy in the art gallery. Someone immediately ran over to check on the situation. The director was not in the mood to talk nonsense with Wen Haochen.
Although Wen Haochen had already absorbed many souls, this was the first time he saw a corpse with his own eyes. The appearance of the dead hanging on the wall really looked a little scary.
A large amount of blood sprayed all over the wall. Maori Kogoro had already arranged for people to call the police and control the scene.
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