The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"This looks like a very expensive piano..." Mao Lilan walked around the piano in the house and asked in confusion, "Why is it so dirty and full of dust? Didn't anyone maintain and clean it?"

"No! Don't touch that piano!" A nervous high-pitched shout came from outside. Conan turned around and saw a square-faced man wearing glasses looking at them in a panic and running in in a hurry.

"Ha, when I wanted to see you, there was no one there for two hours, and when I touched the piano, they all appeared." Conan clearly heard Kogoro Mouri behind him making a very insightful complaint, and couldn't help but turn his head and look. He glanced.

I always feel that after he stopped smoking and drinking, Uncle Maori has changed a little bit in all aspects, and even his words have become sharper.

Hirata Kazaki, who walked into the room, naturally heard Mouri Kogoro's complaint. He paused slightly and continued the topic firmly: "This is not something that can be touched casually. This is a cursed piano!"

As for the reason for refusing to see him...the village chief himself lost his temper when he heard the word "detective", so what can his secretary do?

"The cursed piano...could it also be related to Keiji Aso?" Mouri Kogoro frowned, thinking of the scene in the office before, "Your island is indeed quite superstitious."

"This is not superstition!" Kazuaki Hirata raised his voice and emphasized, "Two years ago, the former village chief - Kameyama Isamu who is preparing for the memorial service today, on the night of the full moon two years ago..."

As he spoke, Hirata Kazuaki's face really began to sweat - of course, how much of it was due to fear from the strange scene two years ago, and how much of it was due to his current blasphemy, only he himself It became clear.

But in short, his voice couldn't help but tremble: "That day, I happened to pass by the community activity center. Suddenly there was the sound of piano playing in the center that should have been empty. I asked who was there. There, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped."

During the narration, Hirata Kazuaki's eyes couldn't help but fall on the piano.

His eyes were a mixture of fear and flickering guilt.

He, who had told this horrific legend from his own mouth, was doing what he was doing with this piano that had carried so many lives... Only he knew clearly.

"When I walked into the activity center and came here, I saw that Kameyama Village Chief had collapsed in front of the piano and had passed away." Hirata Kazuaki, whose forehead was covered with sweat, swallowed his saliva and said After talking about what happened two years ago, "The cause of death was a heart attack, but what he played during his lifetime... was exactly what Keiji Aso kept playing in the sea of ​​​​fire, Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata"!"

"Eh-" As he emphasized the tone, Mao Lilan tightened his grip on Maori Kogoro's arm and shrank into a ball.

This kind of strange curses and strange stories are what she fears the most!

Conan tilted his head, looked at Hirata Kazuaki who took out a handkerchief and began to wipe the sweat on his face, and moved his inquiring eyes to the piano.

Relying on his current status, he jumped onto the dusty piano chair without any scruples, opened the cover, and rolled randomly on the black and white keys a few times.

"Yeah -" Mao Lilan, who was frightened when he heard the strange and strange piano sound, screamed for half a minute reflexively. Then he saw that it was Conan who was blindly pressing the keyboard, and angrily walked up and patted his head, "What are you doing? What about you!"

"I'm just curious. Isn't this nothing special?" Conan carelessly touched his knocked head, smiling on the surface, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Hirata Kazaki.

When he came in and saw them standing in front of the piano, he was genuinely nervous, but when he actually saw himself opening the piano cover and pressing the keys, he actually breathed a sigh of relief.

This is inconsistent with the explanation he gave for the "cursed piano."

This person is not quite right...

"Anyway, you'd better stay away from it. You'd rather believe it exists, right? Besides, today is the memorial day of the former village chief. We should respect the deceased." Hirata wiped his forehead and didn't know that his subtle expression had been affected by someone. A keen detective saw it in his eyes, and said half threatening, half guiding, and opened the door of the piano room, "The village chief and others should not have time to see you before the end of the event. Please wait a little longer..."

"Hey, aren't these the friends I met today?" came a soft voice. When he turned around, he saw Asai Shimizu, dressed in black, standing on the other side of the corridor holding a white chrysanthemum. "Why are you here?"

"We are waiting for the village chief and the others... Miss Cheng Shi, will you also come to attend the memorial service?" Looking at her clothes and the flowers in her hand, Mao Lilan reacted, "Do you also know the former village chief?"

"That's not true. Mr. Kameyama passed away not long after I came to Yueying Island. The main reason is that I mainly studied clinical medicine, and just by chance, Mr. Kameyama became the deceased for my first inspection... ..." Speaking of this, Asai Narimi smiled slightly awkwardly, "Sounds a bit strange, right?"

It does sound a bit strange to use the tone of "taking care of the first customer of your business" in front of a deceased person.

Mouri Kogoro lowered his head strangely, glanced at Asai Narumi's slender fingers holding Shirogiku, and felt an indescribable feeling.

"How could it be so? Forensic medicine is also an amazing job." Anticipating Maori Kogoro's expression, before his father made another impolite comment, Mao Lilan said quickly, "You have to face this kind of work as soon as you come here. It’s not easy, right?”

"Who made me become the doctor of Moon Shadow Island?" Asai Narimi chuckled twice and said with deep meaning, "I won't talk to you anymore, I will go to attend the ritual first. There are several family restaurants on the island. , you’d better go get something to eat first...this event won’t end until there’s time.”

Looking down at the white chrysanthemum in her hand, she pursed her lips and smiled, humming a tune like a mourning song in her mouth, and walked briskly towards the venue.

Looking at the fluttering hem of her skirt, Conan touched his chin and started thinking.

Dr. Cheng Shi seems to be in a very good mood.

Regardless of whether you were familiar with the deceased or not, this is after all a ritual and a memorial service. Is it really okay to go in such a good mood? Wouldn’t it give family members and other guests a feeling of elation and a good death?

Or is this just the custom on this island?

This day on Yueying Island seems to be very ordinary in detail, but if you think about it carefully, it feels slightly weird.

If you think about it carefully, these things may be intrinsically connected...

Before Conan could completely fall into thinking, the vibration of his phone brought him back to reality.

When he turned on his cell phone, Conan's eyes lit up, he looked around, reached out to hold Mao Lilan, and started to act like a naughty kid.

"I'm going to eat, I'm hungry, Sister Xiaolan!"

"Hey, but didn't you have some bread or something in the afternoon?"

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry! Go, Sister Xiaolan, go -"

Mouri Kogoro, who continued to feel sleepy with his head hanging down, yawned. He couldn't stand the commotion around him and waved his hand: "Okay Xiaolan, the kid is greedy and wants to eat. Just take him there. I'll wait here by myself." That’s it.”

The activities in the venue seemed to have begun. The sounds of wooden fish and chanting sutras were heard all around, making him feel more and more sleepy.

Why on earth would I come to such a weird island because of a vague letter?

After receiving the approval, Conan ignored Kogoro Mouri, who was already fighting with his eyelids. He turned around and ran towards the exit quickly.

Joker noticed it and asked him to come over, hurry, hurry—