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On the weekend, Mizumatsu was dragged to the medieval art gallery by Mikako Sato. Mizumatsu specially brought the police officer's certificate, handcuffs and painkillers. He was interrupted last time and didn't remember the case.

When I walked into the art gallery, the exhibits here were pretty good to be fair. Mikako Sato simply forgot about walking in the armor and looked at the artwork one by one.

Men are usually less interested in art than women, and Mizuki is no exception. He observes around to see where there is a possibility of murder.

In the Hell Exhibition Hall, Mizumatsu looked up and saw that this was the exhibition hall where the walking armor appeared mentioned in the news. After walking in, ignoring the exhibits on both sides, Mizumatsu walked directly deeper and reached the front of the armor.

Black armor, nearly two meters high, full coverage.

The touch is cool and a little rough, and you can feel the vicissitudes of history.

The average thickness is two centimeters and the weight is about one hundred and twenty kilograms, which is a standard medieval standard.

These... Mizumatsu didn't see them all!

He looked up and found that there was no camera coverage here at all. He put on gloves, gently took off his helmet, and stood on tiptoe to look at the inside of the armor.

Without any mechanical braking system, the previous inference that the so-called haunt is a mechanic-controlled mischief can be ruled out.

When I turned on the flashlight and shine it in, I found that there was a lot of dust inside. It can be concluded that there has been no place to move in the past three to five years, let alone anyone has passed through it.

Putting back on his helmet, Mizumatsu was about to leave, when suddenly the sword hanging on his armor attracted Mizumatsu's attention. By the way, Mizumatsu took off his gloves and took off the sword.

The sword is about ten kilograms, about one meter and four meter long, the sword body is about one meter, the widest part is about eight centimeters, and the thickest part is about zero or seventy-five centimeters. It is a two-handed sword.

The tip and blade of the sword were slightly glowing green, which was a trace of blood quenching more than once, indicating that the sword had been on the battlefield.

Unfortunately, this sword was obviously taken care of by a very rough man. It left scratches with inferior sandpaper and hydrochloric acid to remove rust. In some subtle places, you can still see uncleared rust.

Mizumatsu held the sword in both hands and made a downward slash, and a momentum of slashing the sky and breaking the sea surged out.

Unfortunately, Mizumatsu lamented for the sword that it was no longer sharp. Time flies. Since the Middle Ages, many people have polished and removed rust for it, but no one has sharpened the blade for it. Now it has completely become round and dull and needs to be reconsecrated.

Unfortunately, Shui Jianyue could not consecrate it, so she had to put it back with apologies. Just now, Shui Jianyue was stunned for a moment, why did she go crazy?

I just felt like I was caught in an evil spirit and had a strange feeling for a sword!

The head hurts so much, what the hell is it... Shui Jianyue poured out some painkillers and stuffed them into her mouth before she could see them. It took a while to relieve a lot.

Rubbing his temples, Mizumatsu suddenly remembered that Mikako Sato was still in an exhibition hall, so she didn't have time to think about what happened just now, so she quickly went out to meet.

As a result, as soon as I went out, I didn’t see Mikako Sato but saw Conan! There were Ran Mori and Kogoro Mori behind him. Needless to say, there must be a case today!

Taking advantage of the fact that they did not see Mizumatsu, Mizumatsu jumped back to the Hell exhibition hall and came out after they entered the sky exhibition hall. Then they happened to be caught by Mikako Sato. Mikako Sato was tired of strolling, so she grabbed Mikako and went out for dinner.

After dinner, the two returned to the art gallery. As soon as they stepped into the art gallery, they heard the scream of Ran Maori and hurriedly ran to the Hell Exhibition Hall.

Several book friends on PS raised the question of multi-time travelers in the book review area, probably because these comments were posted on the computer and could not be seen on the mobile phone, so they could not reply. So I would just say it here.

Before, Lin Dao was I promised a supporting role for a book friend. The time traveler was just a useless attribute. Lin Dao didn’t know the plot. If the plot was left out, it didn’t matter whether Lin Dao was a time traveler. In fact, I agreed to two such supporting roles, and the other was also a time traveler who didn’t know the plot. The main purpose was to make up for the lack of combat power of the protagonist in the later stage of the story.

As for not being able to tell who is the protagonist? If I let Mizumatsu account for 80% of the scenes, I wouldn’t it be clear.
Chapter completed!