The Split-Actress in Conan's World

At the fire scene, in Mr. Genzaburo's room.

"What?!" Uncle Maori stared at the kid who said such a shocking thing in silence, "Murder?!"

"Are you saying this fire was set deliberately?"

"Yeah." Conan nodded seriously, not showing any sign of nonsense, "Look at this."

He reached into the now waterlogged ashtray and picked at it.

"This is a cigarette butt..." Uncle Maori didn't understand.

"Compare it with the cigarette butt that Mr. Genzaburo smoked in the main building!"

"Uh... they're all the same brand, nothing special."

"It's the teeth marks!" Conan couldn't help revealing the answer himself, "Just like you, uncle, Mr. Genzaburo also has the habit of biting the cigarette holder when smoking, so those cigarette butts in the main building have teeth marks."

"But there are no teeth marks of Genzaburo on the cigarette butts in the ashtray at the fire scene! Isn't that strange?"

"I see." Uncle Maori looked at him with dead eyes, "You mean someone deliberately set the fire, and then sneaked into the room to pretend it was an accident and put these cigarette butts in the ashtray..."

"You're overthinking it, kid! The door was locked, and we broke it open later!"

"Is it okay? The case is closed as an accident." Conan's face was terribly dark, and he said horrifying words, "If this goes on, it might turn into..."

"Serial murder case!"

"Serial killings?!" Uncle Maori's eyebrows twitched.

"You little brat, stop talking nonsense and exaggerating..."

Although he said this, he seemed a little unconfident, and his voice gradually weakened.

"It's a name." Conan shook his head. "Like Agatha's ABC Murders."

"Connect the initials of all the victims' names and you get CDEFG!"

"Really..." Uncle Maori was convinced and started to think seriously, "Everyone died on their birthday, and their names just happened to be arranged in order... It sounds really scary."

"Wait, wait a minute!" Mao Lilan suddenly became anxious, "If that's the case, then the next one will be 'H', that is, Miss Ren Xi?!"

"Where is Miss Lianxi?" Uncle Maori immediately grabbed the housekeeper Jinqu and shouted.

"Well, the young lady is usually taking a bath at this time..." Butler Jinqu was startled by him and stammered.

Several people quickly rushed back to the main building.

As a result, I saw Renki Shitara, Kyosuke Haga and Professor Lecter sitting at the table drinking tea quietly.

"What's wrong?" Renxi Shitara looked at her in confusion.

In their eyes, this group of people just thought of something, shouted loudly and ran out, and then came back shouting again not long after.

Looks a bit...

In short, he was not quite the detective she had imagined.

Shitora Renxi secretly glanced at Professor Lecter who was sipping tea elegantly.

This professor who was not a detective actually fit her previous imagination.

When Mao Li and others told her this conjecture, she was a little surprised and said, "Is it me who will be attacked next?"

"How is this possible?" She couldn't help but laughed, "Killing people in alphabetical order, how could there be such a complicated method? This is not a detective novel."

Yuga Kyosuke also seemed to be thinking: "If that's the case, my parents really made it in. What a coincidence."

"Yeah, it must be a coincidence. Grandpa Danjiro and Grandma Chinami weren't murdered, so there's no way they would be involved in this." Shitara Renxi waved her hands, thinking it was just a coincidence.

"But so many things have happened. What should we do with the Requiem tonight?" Butler Jinqu looked worried.

"Requiem?" Uncle Maori wondered.

"It's a tradition of our Shitara family. Every time a loved one passes away, the family members have to play a requiem for him or her," explained Shitara Renki.

"Last year it was Mr. Genzaburo. The master and the mistress didn't look like they were fit to play..." Butler Jinqu thought for a moment and quietly looked up at Renki Shitara.

"Me? I can't do that!" Shitara Renxi immediately realized her plan and waved her hand to refuse.

"Then let me do it." Yuga Kyosuke stood up and smiled softly: "Although I am no longer a member of this family, we are still connected by blood. It should be okay, right?"

"Of course." Butler Jinqu breathed a sigh of relief.

"You guys should stay too. Kyosuke Hanega's live performance is very rare." He winked playfully, made a joke, and said to Maori, others and Professor Lecter.

Professor Lecter nodded.

He had a guess that he wanted to confirm.

The reason why Yuga Kyosuke wanted to play on his own initiative was probably because he wanted to leave one last song before everything settled down.

If that were the case, he would definitely choose the most important piano.

As if confirming his thoughts, Yuga Kyosuke walked out and said, "I won't use that Stradivarius anymore. I'm going to get my regular violin from the car. Wait for me for a moment."

His eyes dimmed for a moment, then lit up with pride: "Although it can't compare to that 300-year-old famous violin, it is the only legacy my father left me. The sound quality is definitely not inferior to that of the Stradivarius!"

About five minutes later, he came back carrying the guitar case.

The first time he saw the piano, Professor Lecter understood everything about the tragedy.

It was a replica of a Stradivarius.

Although the atmosphere is equally old, it is obviously different.

It's like another flower that has taken root on the branches of an ancient tree.

"Then please enjoy--"

"Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Requiem Symphony No. 626 K. ..."

The melodious music came from the slight movement of the bow in his hand and floated in the room.

Lonely.

Regret.

The sky outside the window is dark, like eyes that have dried up with tears, hiding deep despair.

Professor Lecter retained the qualities of a qualified listener and listened quietly to the Mozart piece.

He could clearly feel the magic flowing through the instrument when the strings were plucked.

You can also always pay attention to the funny farce happening in another room upstairs.

This song does have the effect of soothing the souls, but it does not soothe the souls of the dead.

But there is definitely no curse on this harp.

But a blessing.

He is the greatest wizard in the world. He can tell from this piano that Yuga Kyosuke's father must be a master with superb piano skills.

Because only with sufficiently superb skills, coupled with absolutely deep love, can a mortal body shake the magic power and leave such a blessing.