The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"The case from more than 30 years ago?" Shitara Renxi repeated the question blankly, "Why ask this? It's really a pity that Grandpa Danjiro's case happened..."

Conan, pursing his lips tightly, insisted: "Uncle thinks it's necessary to understand this case clearly. After all, this is the first family member of yours to die on his birthday."

Although Joker's words did not acknowledge the identity of Asai Masaru, he indirectly explained that he was aware of the situation of the Shitara family, and considering the extremely ominous signal of the birthday party coming soon, he felt that he could not wait any longer.

Before everything started, find a way to find the root cause, or at least, figure out what happened to this family, to the point where the Phantom Thieves had to pay attention to them.

"Well, maybe we should ask Grandpa Genjiro." Shitara Renki tapped her cheek, feeling embarrassed. "I wasn't even born thirty years ago, so I didn't know anything about him. After I was born, Uncle Kyosuke rarely came back here, so I had no chance to know."

"You said earlier that he bought the guitar and gave it to you, Mr. Choichiro. So he should be quite rich?" Mao Lilan observed Conan's anxious expression and stepped forward to help.

"I think so. Although I don't know him, as far as I know, my grandfather couldn't have the money to buy it." Shitara Renki shrugged, feeling a little emotional. "Our family is mainly engaged in the music industry, but Grandpa Danjiro seems to have a talent for management. He has an orchestra and a theater under his name. But this may also be the help provided by his wife. Uncle Kyosuke is not only a composer, but also manages many industries of the Yuga family. That grandmother seemed to be a very wealthy collector of art in the past?"

"Collector..." Conan thought of Yuga Kyosuke who was called away alone by Kitagawa Yusuke, and his expression became much heavier.

If the Phantom Thieves had discovered something at that time, everything seemed to make sense.

"Stradivari was very valuable thirty years ago. You are willing to buy such an expensive violin for your brother. You really value affection." Tang Ze raised his eyebrows and began to use his bloodline again.

Conan, who was originally considering Yuga Kyosuke, heard this and glanced at the playful expression on Tang Ze's face, and also felt the subtle feeling.

Yuga Kyosuke is known as a genius. He was born in a musical family and was exposed to music from an early age. He was exposed to and learned music at an earlier age than others.

Although he was probably only two or three years old thirty years ago, it seems reasonable to say that Shitara Tanjiro would have prepared for a rainy day so early and bought his son a famous qin from three hundred years ago as a gift...

"Grandpa Choichiro also expressed his feelings about this." Shitara Renxi did not smell this subtle smell, and only regarded Tang Ze's words as a compliment, "At the beginning, he was also trying his best to protect this qin. Otherwise, if he did not resist the robbers like others, maybe nothing would have happened..."

Conan touched his chin, thinking: "The robbers would target the birthday party of the head of the Shitara family so accurately on that day. They must have heard that the qin would be exhibited. For the high value and unique status of this qin, they would commit the crime, right?"

"Well, they even killed a person for this. The dead and the undead have a great impact on the nature of the case. If someone dies, the risk will be much higher." Tang Ze also nodded.

"We've already started to work on this, but in the end, we didn't recognize which one is the real piano..."

Shitara Renxi looked around blankly at the two people. As they talked more and more, she widened her eyes slowly: "Is Detective Maori now suspecting that there is something wrong with the original case?"

"There is such a possibility." Tang Ze took the initiative to speak, so that her eyes would not always glance at Conan, who was smart and his age was not consistent. "When this case happened, apart from the victim, Mr. Shitara Danjiro, there were only Mr. Shitara Choichiro, his wife, and his son Shitara Kō in Shitara's house. The first people to discover the case were Mr. Shitara Gensaburo and his wife who arrived a step later. What happened during this period, whether there was any hidden secrets, no one else can say except the people present."

From the occurrence of the case to the report of the case, all the comments came from eyewitnesses, that is, the Shitara family's own family.

In addition, when the case was reported, Shitara Danjiro had not been confirmed dead. He was sent to the hospital and was determined to be dead after ineffective treatment, so the possibility of murder was ruled out in the case.

Under this premise, the police only treated it as a case of property theft, and the main victim, the famous Stradivari, was not stolen in the end, and the value of the case dropped infinitely low.

It was not taken seriously, and the criminal investigation methods at that time were limited. The violin was indeed brought to the Shitara house by the victim himself, and there was no evidence to prove that the brothers had a bad relationship in advance. In the end, the case was determined based on the testimony of several eyewitnesses.

It was indeed a bit sloppy, but it was indeed done.

So many years have passed, and the victim's son has grown up to 30 years old without knowing it. The perpetrators may have already forgotten these past events in their self-hypnosis day and night.

If Yuga Kyosuke had not accidentally come into contact with the re-opened Stradivari, the mastermind Shitara Choichiro might have died in a few years, and everything would naturally be submerged in the long river of time.

However, the Stradivarius, the witness of everything, is the most important theme of the whole story. All greed and desire are born around it. This is the obsession that the Shitara family cannot let go of. It is only a matter of time before Yuga Kyosuke comes into contact with it. It is also inevitable.

Shitara Renxi suddenly pinched the hem of her skirt and her face gradually turned pale.

This passage can be said to be an accusation, but any party in it is her relative, which makes her tremble uncontrollably.

"Speaking of which, how long has Ms. Tsukune been your housekeeper? When the case happened thirty years ago, weren't there other servants in the house?" Conan saw her tangled look and changed the subject, "This place is so big, it would be hard to manage without servants and housekeepers."

"Ms. Tsukune came here more than ten years ago." Shitara Renxi shook her head, "I was ten years old when she came to our house. She came to replace our old housekeeper. Thirty years ago, well, I don't know..."

Seeing that Maori Kogoro, who went to find the toilet, finally came back, Conan stopped asking questions and knew that it would be difficult to get more information from Shitara Renxi.

As she said, she was not born when the case happened, and her father Shitara Kōto was not even an adult. It would be too difficult for her to give enough key information.

"Detective Maori!" Seeing Maori Kogoro, Shitara Renki seemed to have found her backbone and immediately raised her voice, "You will protect me and the rest of our family, right?!"

"Huh?" Maori Kogoro frowned in confusion, and caught Karasawa and Conan sneaking out of the door from the corner of his eye, "Are you talking nonsense again? Don't worry, since I have received your commission, I will definitely do my job well..."

"You said it as if he would back off if someone really died." Conan, who ran out of the room, couldn't help but complain.

What's more, if someone really died, the detective couldn't stop it, right? If he can tell you who killed someone, he is a very competent detective.

"It's okay, she has read so many detective novels, she can understand it." Karasawa nodded without any psychological burden.

Even if the detective in the detective novel found clues in advance, he can basically only wipe the dishes for the murderer.

After all, if no one really died, what would the detective novel be about? According to Karasawa, this may be that those who are good at fighting have no glorious achievements.

"Miss Shitara Renki probably only knows this much." Conan took out his notebook, wrote down a few key words, and hastily drew a simple sketch of a violin, which was also quite tricky. "But she should be the least likely person in this house to be involved in the case, and the only one who can be trusted."

When she was born, Shitara Danjiro had been dead for a long time. She only came into contact with the violin recently because she wanted to celebrate her grandfather's birthday. She must have nothing to do with this "curse".

In addition to her, even Yuga Kyosuke, who was only two or three years old thirty years ago, became the most relevant suspect because the victim was his father.

Considering Kitagawa Yusuke's contact, he may even be the most likely key role...

"Next, let's ask the housekeeper, Ms. Tsukune." Conan made a decision after exhaling a breath. "She came here relatively late, and may be more objective than those eyewitnesses at the scene. But considering her age, it is hard to say whether she is related to Shitara Danjiro."

He found an opportunity to ask. Tsukune Hongsheng is 54 years old this year. She was in her early 20s 30 years ago. Whether she knew Shitara Danjiro at the time, or knew Shitara Danjiro's wife, this possibility should also be considered.

After working as a scene detective for a long time, he has developed the habit of professional detectives not to make judgments easily.

"Go and ask, but be prepared for lies in the following information."

"Of course, detectives do this."

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"Your leader looks very busy."

Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, Yuga Kyosuke pulled his well-groomed bangs uncomfortably and sighed to Asai Narimi who was standing behind him.

After he gave the information, the white-haired young man left without saying a word. After a while, he came back with photos and quickly finished styling his hair. Before he could ask more about the so-called plan, he disappeared again.

Having worked behind the scenes for many years and rarely standing in front of the stage, Yuga Kyosuke was not very accustomed to this rhythm. In a trance, he had a sense of déjà vu of a makeup artist in charge of several people in the backstage of a TV station rushing from one scene to the next.

"He is indeed very busy." Asai Narimi was not amused by his words, but thinking about Tang Ze's schedule that was about to run away, he couldn't help but smile.

Let alone the busyness brought to Tang Ze by his multiple identities, this time, if he hadn't introduced Yuga Kyosuke to the villa of the base to meet Asai Narimi, it is estimated that Kitagawa Yusuke himself would have received the invitation.

In that case, Tang Ze really needs to be able to split himself to cope with it.

Asai Narumi was laughing at Tang Ze, but Haga Kyosuke obviously misunderstood his smile and touched his overly smooth chin uncomfortably: "Is it funny? To be honest, I'm not used to it either."

Haga Kyosuke works behind the scenes. His mother's family's business is mainly in the physical industry and collectibles. He rarely participates in business social activities, so his daily dressing habits are to dress in a comfortable way, which means he is a bit unkempt.

But his father used to be a musician, proficient in piano and violin, and he wore either a tuxedo or a suit, basically formal attire that could go in and out of concerts.

In order to imitate his father and put on such a suit of clothes, Haga Kyosuke was quite uncomfortable.

"Isn't this great?" Asai Narimi patted his snug collar twice, "And you see, his clothes fit you very well."

In order to make the two brothers with guilty consciences tremble when they see the refreshing Haga Kyosuke as much as possible, and to maximize the effect of Haga Kyosuke's ability, Karasawa wanted to make his state as close as possible from the beginning. Shitara played Erlang at the time of his death.

Fortunately, even though he had passed away for more than thirty years, none of the Shitara family members were so angry that they would even wipe out the room of their deceased relative. Dan Erlang's old clothes were neatly packed into boxes and stored in his original room.

After trying it on, they unexpectedly found that the clothes fit Haga Kyosuke unexpectedly, and with the properly styled hair, except for the absence of the beard that the older generations of the Shitara family liked to grow, they looked just like Shitara. It was as if Dan Erlang had come back to life and was standing here again.

Due to the lack of that beard, Haga Kyosuke now looks more like his father when he was in his twenties and in his prime. Standing in this clean old house, it's like going back in time to a time when nothing happened. when.

Kyosuke Haga adjusted his tie and took a deep breath.

"Because, I am almost the same age as when my father died." He sighed quietly.

To be more precise, they are almost the same age.

The eldest brother of the Shitaku family, Tiaoichiro, is 72 years old this year, and Gensanro is 60 years old. When his father died, he was almost thirty-two-three years old. Kyosuke Haga is 32 years old this year.

Now, he is standing here, standing where his father once stood, with a completely similar appearance and expression.

It's like a revelation from God.

Smiling at himself in the mirror, Kyousuke Haga said softly: "I'm starting to like your plan."

Asai Chengmi smiled, bent down and saluted.

"So, that's the last step left in the plan. Play the violin, right?"

"Yes, playing the violin, and it's that violin. That was a gift your father prepared for you. For this purpose, you went to Germany to study at a music university. You graduated as a principal, so you will not let it down."

"You're right, it's time to untie the 'curse' wrapped around it."

The ill-gotten wealth obtained from murder and robbery is destined to become a 'curse' if it falls into the hands of people who do not belong to it.