The Split-Actress in Conan's World

He turned back to the main building, stopped at the door, and made a request to the doctor: "It seems that the bones are not injured, so we won't go to the hospital. Can you please give her a simple treatment at home?"

The doctor did not refuse this simple little request and stayed at home to bandage Ms. Xuanyin's wound.

"I'm so sorry, Kyosuke and this little brother..."

Shitara Choichiro looked at Haga Kyosuke and Conan, "Thanks to you for sacrificing your lives to save me."

"No way." Yuga Kyosuke shook his head.

"Master Xiangfu, your injuries..." Butler Jinqu pushed his glasses and looked at him worriedly.

Although he was watered, he still had a lot of scratches and burns after walking in the sea of ​​fire.

"Ah, it's okay." Yuga Kyosuke smiled softly, and lowered his eyes shyly, "Also, can you please stop calling me Master?"

"After all, I am no longer the young master you served 30 years ago."

Conan had been paying attention to the situation here and heard the conversation between the two people. He wondered what he was thinking.

At the side, Shitara Renki whispered to the confused Mao Lilan and explained: "Butler Tsukuro originally worked at Uncle Kyosuke's house."

"But in the incident 30 years ago, Grandpa Danjiro and Grandma Chinami were killed, and Uncle Kyosuke inherited the family business of my mother, Haga's family. So she came to take over the housekeeper job in my house."

"Wasn't it only Mr. Kyosuke's father who was killed in that robbery incident?" asked Mao Lilan puzzledly.

"Yes," Shitara Renki sighed regretfully, "but Grandma Chinami was already weak, and after hearing the news of Grandpa Danjiro's death, her health got worse and worse, and she died not long after."

"After all, it's just unfortunate things about that violin."

"When my father was 18, he borrowed this guitar from my grandfather to participate in a competition. As a result, the strings broke several times during the performance and he didn't even make it to the semi-finals."

"Grandma Yongmei, who was supposed to show off the beautiful sound of this piano on a famous music program on TV, suddenly fell ill with a high fever before the live broadcast."

"Grandpa Genzaburo, who was preparing for an international professional competition, also got tendonitis from using that guitar and unfortunately failed..."

Her eyes were lonely and her words made Mao Lilan, who was standing beside her, shudder.

"Thirty years later, two years ago today, Grandma Yongmei, who was going to play this piano, fell down the stairs and died. A year later, my father also fell from the balcony..."

"Sure enough, it's cursed!" Mao Lilan screamed in fear.

"Sister Lianxi, is the piano okay?" Conan suddenly looked up and asked.

"Ah?" Renxi Shitara didn't understand what he was asking until Conan explained his thoughts.

"Didn't you just put the guitar case on the table and ran out?"

"If someone deliberately set the fire to divert our attention..."

Shitara Renxi's pretty face suddenly turned pale.

"That's nothing to worry about."

Professor Lecter walked out of the main building, carrying a violin case in his hand. "I saw you all ran out, so I stayed to look after this violin."

"Of course," he smiled gently, "If you are worried, you can check the authenticity."

Only then did Shitele Renxi breathe a sigh of relief.

"The cause of the fire has been found!" A firefighter ran over.

"The fire originated in the room where the body was found, near the ashtray."

"The door of that room was locked. Did you break in by knocking on the door?"

He asked Uncle Maori.

"Ah, that's right."

"In that case, that room is a secret room. The fire was not caused by arson, but an accident." The firefighter understood.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but complain: "Really, whether it's cigarette butts or anything else, we should be careful with candles!"

Another team member also smiled and said, "Of course, not smoking is the best."

Uncle Maori was stuck in the middle somewhat awkwardly.

He is also a heavy smoker.

After the fire department left, everyone returned to the main building.

"But even if it's a coincidence, it's too scary."

Uncle Maori was holding a cigarette and writing and drawing in a notebook on the table.

Conan looked at him speechlessly with dead fish eyes.

This just happened, and this uncle started smoking again...

"For three consecutive years, someone has died on their birthday..."

"Including Mr. Kyosuke's father, who was killed by bandits 30 years ago today, there are four people in total. If we put them in a table..."

He wrote down the names of several dead people in a notebook and made a simple mind map.

"In this case, maybe it would be safer to call off the birthday party." Uncle Maori bit his cigarette holder in embarrassment, unable to think of any other good solution.

"It will stop sooner or later." Yuga Kyosuke spread his hands, "The doctor said that Uncle Choichiro's illness can only last for half a year at most."

Professor Lecter also nodded and agreed, "That's why Mr. Choichiro invited me to his house."

"Is that so?" Mao Lilan had just heard this shocking news.

"Yeah, so I had planned to celebrate at least today. Maybe this will be my last birthday party." Renxi Shitara was not in a high mood.

"It's impossible." Butler Jinqu walked in, his tone serious and somewhat helpless: "The master has gone to the bedroom to rest, and he told us not to disturb him until tomorrow morning. Madam's treatment has also ended, and she has gone to rest."

Maori Kogoro put out his cigarette in the ashtray: "It seems that nothing will happen, so we will just..."

Before he could finish his goodbyes, Conan jumped off the chair and ran quickly to the door.

"Hey, what are you doing again, little brat!" Kogoro Mouri felt a headache and with a gloomy face he planned to catch him and teach him a lesson.

Professor Lecter saw it clearly. Just now, Conan leaned over the ashtray and pondered it carefully for a while.

In addition to the cigarette butt that Kogoro Mouri had just put out, there were several other cigarette butts in the ashtray.

Apart from Kogoro Mouri, the only person who smoked in this room was Mr. Gensaburo who just passed away. The brand mark on the cigarette butt also proves that it was indeed Mr. Gensaburo who smoked.

"CDEFGABC..."

Professor Lecter narrowed his eyes, with a hint of smile in the corners of his eyes.

He understood what Conan was thinking.

Extract the Romanized initials of all the dead people's names and arrange them in order:

Danjiro (C) - Chinami (D) - Eimi (E) - Koto (F) - Genzaburo (G).

It's a scale.

According to this rule, the next ones would probably be Ms. Ayane (A) and Tsugawa Akio (B).

but......

Professor Lecter looked calmly at Yuga Kyosuke, who was staring at the charred annex in a daze. His eyes were clear, yet heavy.

He recalled an interesting piece of music knowledge he had learned during his time in Italy.

Different from the division of scales in modern music theory, in medieval Italy, a man named Guido reconstructed the four-line score and created the hexatonic scale.

Based on this, the following of CDEFG...

It's H.

Yuga's H.