The Split-Actress in Conan's World

While Mao Lilan was unaware, the passenger ship arrived at Moon Shadow Island, and everyone got off the ship in an orderly manner after it docked.

Upon learning about the commission Uncle Maori had received, the captain suggested that they go to the village office after arriving on the island to inquire about related matters.

Since Professor Lecter did not have a special sightseeing itinerary arranged, he accepted Mao Lilan's invitation to go with him.

Yueying Island Village and Town Office.

"I'm sorry, there is no such person here." The young man at the reception desk announced regretfully after checking.

"No? Please check again carefully," Maori Kogoro could not accept this result and eagerly opened the envelope to show him, "He did send me a letter from here!"

"But there is really no such person's name on the island's list of residents."

The waiter scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, "Besides, I was just transferred to the island not long ago, and I don't know many people yet..."

At this time, a middle-aged man with glasses dressed as a leader came over and asked, "Any questions?"

"This gentleman said that a resident of the island wrote to him and asked him to come here."

"Someone asked me to do that?"

"Yes, it's a man named Keiji Aso..."

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man's face changed suddenly!

"Ma, Keiji Aso?!"

Hearing his scream, the other islanders in the office stopped what they were doing and looked over at the same time, also looking shocked.

The hall was filled with whispers.

"This is impossible!" the man growled, almost losing his composure.

"Because, he died...more than ten years ago!"

"what?!"

Mao Li and others were also surprised to hear the news.

What a joke, a letter from a dead person!

Mao Lilan felt a chill on the back of her neck and grabbed her father's arm and hid behind him.

Several people were doubting their lives when the middle-aged man began to reminisce in the gloomy tone that was unique to telling horror stories.

"It was a full moon night twelve years ago..."

"At the time, Aso was a famous pianist in the neighborhood. After attending a homecoming concert held for him by the islanders, he returned home."

"But for some reason, he locked the whole family in the house and set it on fire!"

"According to eyewitnesses who rushed to the rescue, he first killed his wife and daughter with a knife, and then played the same tune over and over again in the blazing fire."

“It’s the famous Beethoven piano sonata – Moonlight!”

As he spoke, the picture of the hellish scene of a family engulfed in flames under the full moon slowly unfolded before everyone's eyes.

"It sounds like a schizophrenia or mania attack. Has anyone noticed Mr. Aso's eating habits during that period?" Professor Lecter asked with great interest, not looking scared at all.

"Uh, I don't know about that." The man was choked, and his brewing emotions disappeared in an instant.

Several people left the office.

"Who is playing such a joke, a letter from a dead person?" Kogoro Mouri held the envelope in confusion.

"You're not kidding, are you?" Conan asked softly, but his tone was very firm.

"Because not only was the fee paid in full at once, but judging by the postmark, the letter was indeed sent from Moon Shadow Island."

"Someone on the island must want to ask uncle to investigate the matter related to Aso Keiji!"

When Mao Lilan saw him acting like a little adult, she let out a light exclamation.

Conan finally reacted and acted like a child, as if he was just imitating Kamen Rider's speech.

After dispelling some of Xiaolan's doubts, Conan turned around, only to be met with a pair of deep eyes.

Professor Lecter was staring at him.

Conan pursed his lips nervously, his mouth feeling dry.

Almost forgot this...

Oh no.

He completely forgot.

Fortunately, Professor Lecter didn't seem to want to delve into the reasons behind the pupil's precocious puberty. He gave him a half-smile and looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Conan is right. It is very likely that Mr. Aso's former friend wanted to investigate this tragedy and entrusted you, Dad. I think we should ask the village chief. Maybe we can find something new!"

Mao Lilan followed Conan's suggestion.

Maori Kogoro opened the map of Tsukikage Island he brought from the office and said, "I just heard that the village chief occasionally visits the community center."

"Kenta, you must take your medicine obediently, then your cold will get better quickly!"

At the entrance of the Yueying Island Clinic, a young woman in a white coat bowed slightly and smiled gently at the child in front of her.

"I understand. Goodbye, Sister Chengshi!"

The child waved to her lively, turned around and ran home.

"goodbye!"

Asai Narimi also waved goodbye.

"Excuse me, could you tell me how to get to the community center?"

Mao Lilan saw a local here and came up to ask for directions.

"Hmm...turn right and go straight ahead." Asai Narumi pointed in a certain direction.

"Are you from other places?" She looked at the group of people with some curiosity.

"Yes, we are from Tokyo." Ran Mao Li nodded.

"Really? I'm from Tokyo too!"

Professor Lecter seemed to be very concerned about her white coat, and after careful consideration, he spoke: "Ms. Asai, are you a doctor here?"

"Yes, I am the only doctor on this island!" Asai Narimi seemed very proud of this identity, and his voice tone became much higher.

"Doctor? I thought you were a nurse..." Kogoro Mori was surprised that this young woman was actually a formal doctor. You know, in Japan, the social status of doctors is not low.

"Is it very hard?" Professor Lecter's voice was very soft, and his eyes fell on her weightlessly as if searching.

“I’ve always been alone.”

Asai Narimi was stunned at first.

What followed was an inexplicable touch. She didn't dare to look directly into the professor's eyes, but even so, she could still feel the sudden concern.

It was as if I could really reach deep into her heart and see her scarred soul.

It reminded her of her father's gaze.

Her nose suddenly felt sore and the sob got stuck in her throat, but she swallowed it down forcefully.

Asai Narumi pretended to be distressed and entangled her fingers in the ends of her hair so that she could naturally turn her head away and not look at him.

"not bad."

"There are so many residents on the island, and I am the only doctor in charge. It is a bit hard."

She chuckled, and the returning spring swallows chirped.

"But persistence always makes sense!"

"Look, the environment on this island is great, right? Not only is the air fresh, it's also very quiet. I like it here very much." Asai Narimi opened his arms and showed them the advantages of the island, his eyes full of love for this place.

A propaganda vehicle carrying a loud speaker passed by several people, and the sound of a broken gong was so painful to the ears: "In order to protect the island's fishing grounds and the rights of the islanders, please support the people's spokesperson - Masato Shimizu!"

"Please vote for Shimizu Masato!"

The propaganda vehicle came and went in a hurry.

Maori Kogoro stared with a pair of small eyes: "Ning...Jing?"

Asai Narimi also felt his face burning, and quickly explained, "Because we are going to elect a new village chief soon, there has been some noise recently."

"Electing the village chief?"

"Yes, there are three candidates. In addition to the fisherman representative Shimizu Masato, there is also the current village chief Kuroiwa Tatsuji, whose reputation has declined recently, and the wealthy Kawashima Hideo."

"Recently, patients in the clinic have often discussed who has the best chance of being elected, and many people think Mr. Kawashima has a good chance."

Thinking of Mao Lilan asking for directions earlier, she suggested: "If you go to the community activity center now, you can meet those three people!"

"Because the second anniversary of the death of the former village chief, Kameyama Isamu, will be held there tonight."

Community activity center.

"Overthrow the village chief's tyranny!!"

"The fishery belongs to the villagers!!"

"overthrow......"

Looking impatiently at the villagers holding up flags in protest outside the window, the current village chief Kuroiwa Tatsuji spat and said angrily: "Just picked a bunch of rabble to cause trouble these past two days!"

His daughter, Kuroiwa Reiko, stood beside him with her hands on her hips, complaining unhappily, "What annoying people they are."

She shouted at the village chief's secretary Hirata Kazuaki who was standing by, "Hirata, what are you still doing here? Hurry up and find a way to shut those guys up!"

"Yes, Miss..." Hirata Kazuaki had no choice but to go out humbly.

"Do you think this will solve the problem?" Murasawa Shuichi, who was leaning against the door, looked like he was enjoying the show. Although he was Kuroiwa Reiko's fiancé, he seemed to have nothing to do with it.

"I just asked several villagers for their opinions. Your father is not very favored this time."

Before he finished speaking, a tall man with slicked-back hair walked in and mocked with a shrewd businessman's face: "That's right, I am the one who has the most support from the people this time!"

He is the rich man on the island, Hideo Kawashima.

Kuroiwa Tatsuji was not willing to be outdone and ruthlessly exposed him.

"Humph, you only know how to buy people's hearts with money."

"Haha, wasn't this all started by you?" Kawashima Hideo put his hands behind his back and let him say whatever he wanted.

The secretary Hirata Kazuaki who had been kicked out earlier appeared at the door again. He hesitated for a long time with some embarrassment, and finally spoke.

"Village leader, there is a guest who wants to see you."

"Who is it, choosing this time?" Kuroiwa Tatsuji gave him an unhappy look.

"It's a detective from Tokyo..." The secretary's voice became weaker and weaker.

"Detective!?"

The village chief, Kuroiwa Tatsuji's expression suddenly turned ugly.

......

"It's so slow! How long do we have to wait here?" Kogoro Mouri lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and glanced at the corner of the corridor from time to time.

"It's understandable that the village chief is a little busy during the election." Professor Lecter put his left leg on his right leg and leaned the long-handled umbrella he had been holding against the sofa. He was not in a hurry.

Conan went to a room at the end of the corridor, stood in front of the glass on the door, looked through the glass, and then silently pushed open the door.

"Conan, don't run around!" Ran Mouri didn't even have time to put down her backpack and hurriedly chased after him.

The room was very empty, with only a grand piano placed in front of the window in the corner.

"It's a piano!" Ran Mouri exclaimed in surprise, and immediately put Conan behind her mind and walked forward to watch it up close.

Maori Kogoro followed in and commented lightly, "This room is really big."

He stood by the window, his eyes widened, "It turns out that the beach is behind the activity center!"

Mao Lilan wiped the piano cover, leaving a clear mark. She raised her dusty fingers to her eyes and sighed regretfully: "This piano is covered in dust. We should find someone to take good care of it!"

Professor Lecter walked to the piano, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the piano bench briefly.

Conan noticed a line of cursive English words embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, but he couldn't see it clearly because it was put away.

Sitting down naturally, Professor Lecter lifted the piano lid and asked Mao Lilan beside him.

"Has Miss Maori ever studied piano?"

"I just know the basics..."

"What about you, kid?" He nodded, pulled his sleeves higher, and asked Conan nonchalantly, "I think you've heard of the Moonlight Sonata."

"Just, just because Beethoven is too famous!" Conan laughed dryly.

"Actually, I like Chopin better than Beethoven."

Raising his eyebrows noncommittally, Professor Lecter's knuckle-jointed hands fell on the keys, and with the appearance of the first strong note, a stormy and violent melody sounded.

In an instant, several people seemed to be in the thundercloud. The violent thunder and lightning tore the earth apart without restraint. The bean-sized raindrops poured down without any reservation, washing the muddy earth beyond recognition.

The lightning was not only violent for a moment, but also left behind restless thunder and fire. It seemed that all the beauty in the world was completely destroyed by this horrible thunderstorm.

The rainstorm slowly subsided, and a series of weak notes tentatively interspersed in, as if it was a life that survived the disaster, perhaps a blade of grass, a flower, or a small animal hidden deep in the mud? In short, it luckily survived.

But the disaster did not stop, it just rested for a moment.

After a while, the strange chords at the beginning appeared one after another, heavy rain, thunder and fire came again, and everything fell into a vicious circle of constant struggle, fight and desire.

Even until the end of the song, there was no bright scene before my eyes.

"Scherzo No. 1 in B minor." Professor Lecter stood up and brought everyone back to reality.

Mao Lilan was still a little dazed. She almost drowned in the depressing atmosphere.

"The professor plays the piano really well!" Although she didn't understand music theory, she at least understood that skills that could make people feel as if they were in the music are extraordinary.

"Dr. Asai, what's wrong with you?" The panicked voice of Shimizu Masato was heard at the door. Several people looked back and found that the door was already full of people without them knowing when.

Asai Narumi dodged and almost buried his entire face, constantly wiping his tears with his hands, his voice trembling.

"No, it's okay!"

Mao Lilan stepped forward and patted her back to comfort her. She said with empathy: "I think it's because Dr. Asai is an emotional person, right? This song is really uncomfortable."

Secretary Hirata Kazuaki, who was standing stupidly nearby, finally had the chance. He was about to shout, "Don't touch that piano!"

But before he spoke, the professor who was playing the piano glanced at him indifferently. The hairs on his body stood up. He didn't know why he stood there stupidly for so long until he reacted just now.

Now he could only say weakly without any momentum: "Please, please don't touch the piano..."