He had a guess.
He couldn't confirm whether this guess was true or not.
Kuroba Kaito pulled a certain primary school detective to the side.
This painting was most likely a signpost that led them to this world.
That was why they were trapped here and couldn't go back.
Conan Edogawa seriously thought about the possibility of this guess.
He thought for a while.
Gradually, his brows furrowed slightly.
He still had a very important question.
If this painting was a passageway, then why did the Itō guy say …
Their world was behind this door.
Just like that, Conan Edogawa and the strange thief looked at the blonde Yin Yang Master who didn't care much about these things.
The blonde girl suddenly raised her head and looked at them.
It seemed that she might have sensed something.
Conan Edogawa thought that she would come over.
However, he made a mistake in his judgment this time.
The blonde girl quickly averted her gaze.
This made the primary school detective a little disappointed.
He still had questions to confirm with her.
At this moment, the strange bandit youth suddenly discovered something.
There was still some power left here.
Because the power wasn't particularly obvious, he ignored it at that time.
And that power was very similar to the power of the painting.
No.
It wasn't just similar.
It was the exact same power.
It resonated with the painting.
When he discovered this fact, his and a certain detective's questions were answered.
The reason why their world was on the other side of the door should be because of this.
However, because the two worlds were too far apart, the power of the painting in the original world wasn't enough to knock open the door.
Kuroba Kaito and Conan Edogawa looked at each other.
Then, they finally decided to try it.
This matter required the little boy's help.
Fortunately, one of them was a good friend that the little boy already trusted.
The other was also very good at dealing with children.
If he could help them, of course he would be very happy.
This was the little boy's first reaction.
However, he had never seen the place you were talking about, so he didn't know if he could draw it well.
He would do his best.
There were so many people here, and the original owner of the house.
The owner of the house wanted to return to the original world earlier than them.
But he couldn't interfere with anything here. He could only stay on the side alone.
Now, someone had finally found him.
This made him a little excited.
But!
He couldn't help them with the problem they raised.
This person was about to answer.
Then, he suddenly remembered something.
He quickly took out his phone. The phone could be turned on, although there was no signal in this place.
But he could still see the phone itself..
He immediately flipped through his photo album..
He flipped through it for a long time.
This photo was of his exhibition room...
He had only taken this one photo.
. and it was because he couldn't help it.
He loved his treasures too much.
But in fact, a photo alone couldn't satisfy his mind.
So he could only this photo he only he.
He would only take the others to the exhibition room.
The little boy looked at this strange thing.
There was a painting in this thing.
This was what they needed him to draw.
The little boy's eyes were full of curiosity.
What was this strange thing?
Why was there a painting in it?
He couldn't help but think so.
He immediately began to carefully observe the painting.
But then came the problem.
This painting wasn't so clear, and even the patterns on it couldn't be seen clearly. It was impossible for him to draw it completely.
At this time, a certain elementary school student said that they could help him.
The little boy first described the general outline according to the content in the photo.
Then, it was time for Conan Edogawa and Kudo Kuai Hei to fill in the gaps.
When the two of them couldn't remember, they called Mauliland and Mōri Kogoro.
There was always someone who could remember.
Just like that, after they spent a whole day, the painting was finally completed.
This made them very happy.
However, their happiness didn't last long.
Because this painting had no power at all.
It couldn't take them through time and space.
It couldn't even make a basic connection.
Were their speculations wrong?
A certain elementary school detective sorted out everything in his mind.
Not all of the boy's paintings had that strange power.
Just like here, there were many very ordinary paintings.
This was probably the same as those.
This method might not work.
Where did he put the gemstone when he painted the previous painting?
Conan Edogawa suddenly raised his head and looked at the little boy.
The little boy's somewhat disappointed face added a kind of daze at this moment.
He just picked it up, and it was on that table.
That position was too close to where the little boy was drawing.
A certain elementary school detective and a certain strange thief both showed a confident smile at the same time.
And after seeing their expressions, the little boy seemed to have understood something.
He immediately took the gem back and put it there.
Everything was the same as before.
The little boy checked it again several times.
Then he devoted himself to his painting again.
Because he had already drawn it once, it took him almost half of the time to draw it again.
Finally, he finished the painting again.
The painting and the jewel finally reacted.
A certain elementary school detective saw another door appear above them.
However, this was only a door.
They couldn't open this door.
What was going on here?
A certain elementary school detective had to fall into thought again.
The world behind this door was different from the world behind the previous door.
Kuroba Kaito couldn't confirm this.
This time, his Wind Spirit gave him such a hint.
He relayed this matter to a certain elementary school detective.
This was a very important clue.
Both of them thought.
There was no other painting to guide each other.
The only way they could go back was through this painting.
Conan Edogawa was able to analyze the current situation in an instant.
Behind the door wasn't their world.
This meant that this painting couldn't bring them back.
It didn't look like where it was.
These people here were all looking at the painting and the photo in the phone seriously.
This little boy was already very powerful.
What he painted was exactly the same as the situation in the photo.
After staring at the painting for a while, something flashed through the eyes of a certain elementary school student.
He knew.
Photos and paintings were different.
A photo captured the scene of a moment, and even the atmosphere created by oneself.
And a painting needed to bring out the soul of that world.
There was no soul.
They couldn't accurately contact that world.
They could only fail.
What should they do?
No matter how good the little boy's painting skills were, he couldn't completely depict a scene that he hadn't seen before.
Could they only fail like this?
Of course, this was impossible.
Therefore, they could only let these people reminisce together.
Fortunately.
There were usually no living things in that exhibition room.
This made it a little easier for them to draw it.
Mōri Kogoro wasn't a careful person. He couldn't help much. At this time, the only person who could help was Mauliland.
She described the feeling very seriously.
The little boy closed his eyes. He was using his heart to experience the feeling that Mauliland described.
What kind of scene should that be!
And gradually, he really put all his emotions into it.
Mauliland was stunned when she saw it.
She wanted to stop, but she was stopped by Conan in the end.
Mauliland talked for a long time. When she couldn't find any more words to describe it, the little boy suddenly opened his eyes. He suddenly returned to his table.
The painting that had just been painted was directly torn apart by him.
He took out a blank scroll and started drawing again.
This time, the little boy put all his attention into the painting.
At this time, no matter what happened around him, he couldn't care less.
Fortunately.
There were many people here, and they wouldn't let anything happen to him.
It took him less than an hour to complete it again.
It was a perfect painting, but it was still missing the last stroke.
The little boy looked at them with some nostalgia. If there was anything to pack, they could pack it now.
Because, according to what they said before, when he finished the last stroke, they would leave.
They would definitely succeed this time.
Inexplicably, the little boy had such confidence, including the other people here.
They confessed their love to the little boy with some sadness.
This was a very sad thing.
The little boy was the same.
It was very likely that they would never see each other again.