The Split-Actress in Conan's World

"If you can't find a better place to stay, I'll keep it for the time being." Professor Lecter said in a gentle tone.

Yuga Kyosuke couldn't help but smile: "It's just an obscure violin. No matter how you think about it, the Stradivarius is more worthy of collection, right?"

Professor Lecter shook his head.

"The Stradivarius is a rare work of art, but this violin is an even more precious treasure."

“My criteria for choosing a collection is never based on its value, but rather on the stories behind it.”

“Stories are the weight of history’s accumulated dust and the fine wine brewed by humanity.”

"Of course, out of respect, I will pay enough and keep it properly."

Professor Lecter couldn't help but laugh and said, "If fate brings you here one day, maybe this harp will be returned to its original owner?"

"Is it fate..." Yuga Kyosuke gently struck the strings of the piano, and the melodious piano sound suddenly rang out, as if wailing.

"I actually don't believe in fate, but when Ms. Yongmei and my cousin Jiangren died in accidents one after another, I couldn't help but wonder, if there really are gods in this world, is this a revelation from them to me?"

He carefully put the violin into the case, pushed it forward solemnly, and then adjusted his bow tie. As he had been through the fire before, the bright red bow tie now looked a little black, making people mistake it for solidified blood.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Yeah." He looked somewhat relieved and took care of himself meticulously. He did not look like he was going to die, but rather like he was on a pilgrimage.

"Sometimes holding the piano feels... too tiring."

"Sweet dreams." Professor Lecter said without further ado, "I know a little about music, so if you don't mind, I can give you a requiem."

"Excuse me, Professor."

......

When Conan realized something was wrong, the sad requiem had already started to sound again in the annex, swirling in the air, making it impossible to tell where the sound came from.

Until the fire started again and engulfed the annex again.

In order not to involve innocent people, Yuga Kyosuke chose to get rid of himself at the previous fire scene. Because of this, when everyone arrived, everything was too late.

The fire devoured everything. In order to prevent accidents, he even removed the door panels and placed them across the door, which not only prevented the fire from spreading outward, but also blocked the idea of ​​other people breaking in.

They could only helplessly watch the fireworks curling outside the door, and the figure that had become blurred by the distorted flames.

He had nothing in his hands, but he pretended to draw the bow, so devoted and intoxicated.

The piano music also danced along in time.

It's like a magic born from music.

"hateful......"

Conan punched the wall and gritted his teeth.

It's like this again, it's like this again!

A figure stroking the piano keys in the fire...

A graceful figure playing the strings in the thick smoke...

The soul-stirring Moonlight Sonata...

A sad and regretful requiem...

He was obviously a murderer, but he brought a grand dance in death.

Although these two events happened half a year apart, they transcended time and space and performed a symphony together.

In this world where the famous detective is the protagonist, two ordinary criminals who are not ranked as "cunning" briefly but truly defeat the young detective in the game of human nature, and each performs an unforgettable dance drama in his shallow and eventful life.

Hanega Kyosuke was not a clever criminal. His method was very simple. He just used some small tricks and some musical talent, which had a tiny hypnotic effect, to lure Mrs. Ayane into falling off the building while she was not fully awake.

Mr. Gensaburo's death was caused by a fake secret room. In fact, the door was not locked. He deceived them at the cost of getting burned himself, then broke the door open and locked it when no one was paying attention.

The only evidence to prove this is probably his skin and flesh tissue stuck to the door lock switch due to the high temperature.

However, the subsequent fire also took away this only evidence.

At this point, this extremely talented musician has officially completed a truly "perfect crime."

He did not die as a sinner, but as a victor, as a child missing his loved ones, and was freed from the sufferings of this world.

only......

This is a tragedy after all.

It doesn't matter how it ends.

From the very beginning of the story, the sadness of everything was laid out.

The ugliness of fate is vividly reflected in this family's bumpy life.

At the end of the incident, due to lack of sufficient evidence and various other reasons, no one brought up the term "suicide out of fear of crime."

Everything that happened at the Shitara family's birthday party was characterized as three unfortunate accidents.

This family, which holds a very important position in the music world, is now left with only an old man who is seriously ill and will not live long, a girl in her twenties and an old housekeeper.

Jianggutian Psychological Clinic.

Sunday is Adam's regular holiday. He is not in the clinic today, so Professor Lecter has to take care of everything himself.

He sat at his desk, held up the violin that had just been waxed in front of him, looked at it carefully, and then blew on it.

The winding and tuning have already been completed.

He held the bow lightly and played a chord with a clear tone.

After completing the preparations, Professor Lecter put the violin aside with satisfaction, picked up a name tag from the table, took out the pen from the pen holder, and pondered for a while.

After a long while, he wrote heavily.

The lights in the storage room are always on, but sometimes it feels like there isn’t much difference between being on and not being on.

The door opened slightly and then closed.

After a while, it was opened again, and then closed gently again.

The room was very quiet, as if no one had been there.

Only a violin standing quietly in a glass display stand tells of the deafening loneliness.

There was a name tag with ink still wet on it lying next to it.

“Collection - "Twilight Thoughts"”

"I rarely use the word 'complex' to describe something, but what exactly is behind it? Revenge, or obsession? From a rational point of view, it is difficult to understand why an ordinary father, using some ordinary wood and ordinary strings, can create a miraculous product. Someone once said that miracles are the extraordinary born from the ordinary. I think this violin, which is a replica of Stradivari's violin three hundred years ago, is the best answer. Greed and hatred are the catalysts of tragedy, and the magic of human nature is only love and longing."

“Collector’s Comment: The most vicious curse in the world…is the thought that the deceased leaves for the living.”