Vol 20 Chapter 118: Clear intention

"Don't be such a prank."

Gan Kang Jianren sat up from the bed and complained: "If my wife finds out by accident, it will be over."

"I wiped it just to let her find me." Die Ye handed the shirt over, "This way you can get a smooth divorce, and we can be together dignifiedly."

With a slap, one by one slaps severely shattered her fantasy, and the pink nail polish was also spilled on the floor.

"What do you mean?" Die Ye fell to the ground, his glasses fell to one side, and said, covering his cheek.

Kanato Kanato squinted his eyes and said, "I told you a long time ago that the relationship between the two of us is purely official. Because of this, you can draw your favorite illustrations and live in such a luxurious apartment. "

"Idiot!" Die Ye stood up, gritted his teeth and said: "I will speak out."

Granite Jianren snorted coldly, and said while tying the buttons of his shirt: "My wife, she has found out a long time ago, and she has acquiesced."

Hearing this, Choye calmed down instead, raising his mouth and said, "It's not about us, it's about painting."

Granite Kanren's pupils shrank suddenly.

Choye sneered and said, "Do you want me to announce that 60% of your published works are drawn by me."

"Hey……"

"If everyone knows the truth, your status will plummet, and then no one will buy your paintings." She put her arms around her chest and walked slowly to the toilet.

She knows very well that this is a deadly handle for Grana Kanto, and she is completely sure to manipulate it, and she will be the ultimate winner in this contest.

Kanato Kanato followed closely, and stood at the door of the toilet and said, "Who would believe what a novice illustrator like you said."

Choye picked up the contact lens, "Don't you know, every time I finish a painting, I will put a special mark on it."

"You...what did you say?" Kanato Kanato hurriedly returned to the room, took out his painting collection, and flipped through it in a panic.

"Look for it carefully." Die Ye said while wearing contact lenses: "My painting is under your autograph."

Granite looked at her paintings in disbelief, and under each signature there was a striking butterfly mark.

"this is……"

"My signature." Choye said: "Even if the style of painting is different, my own works still have this mark. Thanks to the increased workload you have given me, my original works have gradually become famous."

She blinked at the mirror with a triumphant smile, adjusting her invisible eyes, "I also stayed up late today and drove out a painting. Later, I have to send it to the publishing house. It seems that you will never escape. My palm is now, what do you think."

At this time, Huagang Jianren's hands holding the table had begun to tremble, and his patience had reached the limit.

After hearing the last words of Dio Ye, he lost his mind and grabbed a glass ashtray on the table and threw it on the head of Dio Ye who was applying lipstick.

Bang!

Mouri Kogoro, who was waiting impatiently at the Hanaoka office, slapped the table fiercely, looked at his watch and said loudly, "How long do I have to wait! It's half past five now!"

"There is no way." The office's telephone operator said: "The teacher is not at home, and the studio only has an answering machine."

Mr. Matsushita asked: "Is he not in Diye? Because Diye's interruption was cut off today."

"Chouye?" Mouri Kogoro leaned forward.

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Mr. Matsushita said: "That's a new illustrator, you see, her apartment is opposite."

At this time, the phone rang.

"This is Hanaoka Design Company, hello." The telephone operator picked up the phone, but the voice came in blind voice, "Hello?"

"Who called?"

"It's a silent prank call."

Mao Lilan looked at Xie Chen who was lying on the window and asked, "What are you looking at, Xie Chen."

Xie Chen pointed to the apartment opposite and said, "I'm looking at the balcony of that apartment."

"Yep?"

"It was raining so hard that the quilt was not put away."

Mao Lilan walked to the window and looked in the direction pointed by Xie Chen, only to see it hanging on the railing of the balcony of the apartment in the middle opposite.

The white quilt on the bed is very conspicuous.

Mr. Matsushita said: "There, that's the room of the new illustrator. I didn't expect that she was still sleeping at this night."

When the time arrived at 6:20, Kaneto had not yet appeared. Kogoro Mouri looked at his watch and said, "It's too late to be too late. I'm sorry, I have to go first." After that, he got up and went out. go.

"Hey, I'm sorry." Mr. Matsushita hurried to keep up, "Mr. Maori, please wait a moment."

As soon as Kogoro Mori walked to the door, the door opened, and a man with a big beard, slightly long hair, and a black suit, was about forty years old.

"Teacher Huagang." Mr. Matsushita breathed a sigh of relief, and ran over and said: "Why are you here until now? Mr. Maori is waiting impatiently."

"I'm really sorry." Kanan Kento scratched his head and said, "I overslept in the studio."

"Studio?" Mr. Matsushita said, "I have called several times."

"I only woke up when I heard the phone ring." Kanato Kanto walked over, clutching Moori Kogoro's shoulder with both hands, and said with a smile: "Detective Moori, I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting."

Standing on the side, Maurilan saw that Granite Jianren's little finger was painted red, so she asked curiously, "What's the matter with your nails."

"Nail?" Hanaoka Jianren's pupils shrank in vain, and he couldn't speak.

Mao Lilan asked, "Is that nail polish?"

"How is it possible." Kanato Kanato waved his hand, "This is the paint for the illustration, maybe it was stained in the studio."

Speaking of picking up the wallpaper knife on the table, he said to the telephone operator: "By the way, Tanaka, Choye may call, if you call, you should answer me, I have something to tell her."

"Okay." The telephone operator Tanaka nodded.

Afterwards, Hanagang Jianren walked to the toilet with a wallpaper knife.

Sitting on the toilet, he cursed while scraping the red on his nails: "Damn...Damn stinky woman..."

At this time, the phone rang. ..

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