The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"Jin's curse?"

Unexpectedly, he would hear such a word from Gensanlang's mouth. Conan frowned and looked down at the Shitaku family tree he compiled in his notebook.

Indeed, the three people who have died are inseparable from this precious violin. Almost as soon as it entered the family, the shadow of death hung over their heads.

But should this be described as a curse?

Xian Sanlang glanced at the little boy and the boy following him, silently put out the cigarette butt, and yawned sleepily.

He has been in a very low state. I don't know whether it's because he doesn't want to talk about this topic, or because he is depressed because of lack of sleep.

"Hey, Brother's body is like this. It's nothing to talk to outsiders like you." Shitara Xiansanlang sighed, took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth without lighting it, and started chatting about this aircraft. Qin’s past, “Aren’t you curious? Such an expensive treasure has been kept at home for thirty years and has never been played. Although there are no famous performers in our family now, they are all here after all. A group of people are eating together."

Conan, who had learned about their family situation, nodded.

This is true. Almost all Shitara artists are engaged in music-related industries, and the deceased Shitara Ryoto and Shitara Eimei were themselves violinists.

"It's because of the curse of this piano." Shitaku Xiansanlang said vaguely, "Just talk about me. In fact, I used to play the violin, but unfortunately I got tenosynovitis, which could not be cured over and over again, which affected my playing technique and I had no choice but to switch careers at that age, but it made me suffer for a long time.”

"Is it related to this piano?"

"Yes. Back then, after my second brother died, I was going to Europe to participate in a band audition, so I asked my eldest brother to borrow this piano. I wanted to practice hard and make a stunning debut with it. As a result, I touched it When I saw it, I was like a man possessed, practicing day and night, completely ignoring my own state, as if I had forgotten my fatigue, and also seemed to have forgotten all my worries..."

When Shitakuhara Sanlang said this, his hands tapping on the table couldn't help but twitch a few times, as if he was recalling that wonderful magical moment, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Then you suffered from tenosynovitis?" Conan's eyes twitched twice, resisting the urge to complain.

What kind of curse is this? Isn't it just that when you encounter a good piano rarely, you forget about it?

"Yes, in just one month, I suffered from tenosynovitis. The inflammation was so severe that cysts and fluid accumulation developed. I had to undergo surgery to restore the function of my hand. Of course, I also missed the selection. It's gone too." The smile on his lips faded, and Shi Lexian Sanlang waved his hand in disinterest.

Conan wanted to tactfully express whether it was possible that you had never touched any good piano. After restraining himself for a while, he finally held back and continued to raise his pen and ask: "So, that piano was sealed for this reason?"

"Part of the reason. It's not just me. When I was 18 years old, Jiang Ren wanted to take the piano to participate in international competitions. As a result, there was no problem in rehearsals and so on. When it came to the official competition, the strings of the piano broke. It happened over and over again. It happened three or four times. Not only did he not get the ranking, but there were also some rumors that were not good for the family. Later, Yongmei also borrowed the piano and wanted to take it to the TV station for a public performance, so that she could not only show her own abilities, but also perform well for Qin. However, before the show started, she suddenly had a high fever and was too sick to stand up, so she was rushed to the hospital for rescue..."

Xian Sanlang's speaking tone always had his usual arrogant and casual tone, but he still couldn't suppress the gloomy and depressing content of this paragraph.

Behind these unexplainable setbacks, this world-famous piano not only did not benefit the family, but also stepped on the accelerator hard on their downhill road, accelerating the decline of the Shitele family.

Karasawa, who was following behind with his hands in his pockets to listen to their conversation, raised his eyelids, glanced at Shitara Genzaburo, who was filled with emotions, and nodded secretly in his mind.

Since Shitara Tanjiro's death, their family's experiences have been quite evil.

Neither Shitara Eimi nor Shitara Suito was killed by Haga Kyosuke, but both of them died on the birthday of Shitara Tanjiro in the same way as Shitara Tanjiro thirty years ago.

If Shitara Takaichiro was not the culprit and should have died last, his body was rapidly weakening. The doctor judged that he only had half a year to live at most, which made Haga Kyosuke a little anxious. Karasawa felt that maybe Haga Kyosuke was not at all. If you need to take action, just stand on the sidelines and watch with cold eyes, and these people will die cleanly on their own.

"In short, these evil things happened one after another. We thought it was nonsense at first. Later, even the toughest brother had to accept this fact and sealed it in the warehouse and never took it out again. It's over." Shitaku Xiansanlang finally seemed to be unable to control his emotions. He took out a match and lit a cigarette. "Two years ago, because it was my eldest brother's 70th birthday and his wife had broken up and divorced him, In order to change the atmosphere at home, everyone decided to take out the piano..."

I don't know if he thought of his wife's death. Shitara Xiansanlang took a deep breath of cigarette and stopped talking.

Even if he didn't say anything, they knew what happened next.

Then, Eimi Shitara who was about to play it rolled down the stairs and hit the back of her head. The following year, Shitara Eimi who was also preparing to play it fell to her death...

Saburo Shitara didn't speak again, and Tang Ze and Conan looked at each other in silence, unable to say anything else.

The atmosphere was a little dull for a while.

Shitara Genzaburo stood up, obviously not wanting to continue answering their questions.

"If you still have questions, you should wait until tomorrow to ask my eldest brother at the banquet." He waved his hand and walked into the inner room. "I can only say that this zither probably really doesn't want to stay in our house. Protect that girl Renxi well. Although I think she is not good enough, she is the only third generation of our family after all."

His steps as he left were a little staggering. Considering that he was also a sixty-year-old man with gray hair, his back looked particularly lonely and depressed, like a silhouette of the entire Shitara family.

To this day, Genzaburo has no children, Choichiro's only son died leaving only a daughter, and Tanjiro's son Yuga Kyosuke was in his early 30s and had no marriage or children. The once prosperous musical family, in their case, only has a girl left to support the third generation.

Seeing this scene, did these greedy people who ignored their consciences and allowed their relatives to be bled to the point of being on the verge of death and finally died of serious injuries regret their obsession thirty years ago?

But regret is useless. For so many years, they have never confessed to the real victim Yuga Xiangsuke. Instead, they let him be taken away by his mother's family to be raised because of their guilty conscience. It is too late to talk about karma now.

"In the end, do we still have to ask the head of the family himself?" Conan pointed at the name on the book, feeling a little helpless.

Thirty years have passed, and the head of the family who was once young and strong is now an old man in his seventies who can hardly step out of the door.

Even if something really happened at the beginning and it was concealed until today, he must have wanted to take it to the grave. It is not easy to find out what happened.

Tang Ze touched his chin and gave some different answers.

"According to the information we have collected, thirty years ago, on the night of the robbery, the servants were not in the main building because it was too late, and the housekeeper went to bed early because of his old age. Apart from the dead Shitara Danjiro, there were actually only five people who were the real witnesses and witnesses of the whole case."

"... And these five people just appeared in the curse mentioned by Genzaburo." Conan's mind turned quickly, and he immediately understood what Tang Ze wanted to say.

Tang Ze nodded, and followed him out of the messy room where music scores flew everywhere and clothes were piled up, and whispered: "I have seen people who are very unlucky, and I have also seen some people with 'strange physiques'. Perhaps, people's luck really has levels, and the Shitara family really has no luck to rise again, which may really be the arrangement of fate. But normal people, no matter how unlucky they are, rarely attribute their bad luck to the so-called 'curse'. This family is so unwavering in their belief in the existence of the curse that they even put this expensive treasure in the warehouse to collect dust. This matter itself is suspicious enough."

"Do you think they are guilty?" Conan hit the nail on the head.

"Then you say, since the violin is so incompatible with them, to the point that they will die or be injured if they use it, why do they still have to hold the violin in their hands? Can't they just sell it? This is the only famous violin in the world?" Tang Ze shrugged and gave his opinion.

"Your idea is that this violin is not legitimate, so they feel guilty, but at the same time they don't want to sell it to others..." Conan touched his chin and fell into deep thought.

Yes, why don't they want to sell the violin?

As Tang Ze said, this is indeed a peerless violin, but there is not only one violin in the world, and a famous craftsman. If they sell it and buy another violin that suits their taste, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

Could it be because this is a gift from their deceased brother?

This idea popped up briefly, but was immediately denied by Conan.

If they were really so loyal, Yuga Kyosuke would not be named Yuga.

It is possible that he simply coveted the wealth that came for free, but this excessive obsession, to the point that he still wanted to take it out and play with it again at the age of 70, seems to have exceeded the normal possessive desire...

"It's not right. There must be a lot of tricks behind the death of Danjiro."

Conan walked down from the third floor of the annex where Genzaburo was with a stern face. When he passed by the piano room, he suddenly raised his head as if he remembered something.

"By the way, where is Mr. Yuga? Didn't he come out much today?"

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"Uncle Kyosuke, why haven't you come back yet?" Shitara Renxi looked at the time and couldn't help complaining to the other end of the phone, "You said you would come back to correct the sound and help me see how the practice went..."

Since he came back with the strange pianist yesterday, Yuga Kyosuke has not been seen until lunch time today, which makes Shitara Renxi feel uneasy.

Today is Grandpa's birthday party, and it is also her performance time.

The shadow of the curse weighed on her head. Her father had passed away a year ago. Her mother returned to her own home after the divorce and rarely interacted with her. Her grandparents were in poor health and mentally ill. Yuga Kyosuke was her only close relative at home.

She felt particularly uneasy because she didn't see him all day before the performance.

"Don't worry, I will arrive before the banquet starts." Yuga Kyosuke lowered his eyes and watched Asai Narimi put the violin case in front of him.

The heavy piano case placed on the wooden table made a dull collision sound, which also shook down the thin layer of tears accumulated in his eyes, crossed his cheeks, and landed on the piano case.

"I will definitely get there." As if he was making a promise or mumbling to himself, Kyosuke Haga repeated this, no longer waiting for Renki Shitara's reply, and hung up the phone.

He was afraid that his emotions would completely lose control and ruin the carefully arranged makeup on his face.

Asai Narumi politely lowered his gaze, not looking directly at Haga Kyosuke's broken and crying state. He waited until the person opposite wiped his face and regained his composure before raising his head again as if nothing had happened.

"We have answered your last question for you. As you can see for yourself, they are all like this. They have been bound by this treasure and have become earthbound spirits and demons of desire. Your father is just It’s not his fault that he trusts his relatives too much and never thinks of being kind and affectionate.”

Haga Kyosuke didn't answer, he just opened the piano case and stared at the dust-free Stradivarius in the box.

"This piano is exactly the same as the one in reality, you know. If you want, I can let my companion..."

"No need." Kyosuke Haga took a deep breath, buttoned his body, and stood up holding the piano case, "I will not use a fake to play a trick of substituting one thing for another."

In that case, what's the difference between him and those demons of desire?

If the uncle had confessed to his father when he was greedy, even though it was impossible to give it directly, if he just borrowed it for use, would his father still refuse?

They who have such terrible thoughts have become outright evil ghosts. If they hesitate to move forward, they will only prolong this pain.

Thinking of the images he saw in that "treasure house" that recorded the past, Haga Kyosuke closed his eyes completely.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already suppressed the last trace of warmth in his eyes, held his head high and strode out of the room.

——Yes, he disappeared for a whole day after wandering around the halls of his relatives, but in fact he never left the Shitaku house.

After all, these guys who can only stick to their family wealth are the "Earthbound Spirits" here and there is no need to go anywhere else.

"I should go and end it. And thank you, Mr. Narumi."

"No, please allow me to offer my blessing for tonight's feast."

So, when Renki Shitara, who had changed into formal performance clothes, received tonight's program list, her expression was completely dull.

"What's the matter, Miss Renxi?" Mouri Kogoro, who had also changed into a formal suit, immediately leaned over attentively, "Do you feel anything is wrong?"

Mao Lilan, who had been prepared for a long time, raised her hand accurately without raising her head, and stabbed her father in the back with her elbow to prevent him from getting too close to Shitara Renki, who was wearing a one-line off-shoulder skirt.

"Uncle, how could he prepare this song..." Shitara Renxi's expression was hard to explain, "No wonder he avoided us for a day..."

If Kyosuke Haga shows up at home early, the elders who are accustomed to stressing rules and customs will probably get a bloody blow from their uncle...

Mao Lilan took a closer look curiously and saw that on this simple handwritten program, Kyosuke Haga's name was followed by Mozart's Requiem in D minor, K·626.

It is also known as the "Requiem Mass", an unfinished piece of mourning written by Mozart for himself.

"What's wrong, isn't this piece of music bad?" Mao Lilan, who has some knowledge of music, blinked, "Is it because this piece of music is not suitable to be played on an old man's birthday?"

Indeed, this kind of memorial song is usually reserved for memorial services or funerals. Playing this on the birthday of an old man is a bit of a spoiler.

"It's inappropriate, but it's not because of that." Renki Shitara's face almost wrinkled, "Our family's tradition is that on the night when a family member dies, the family will play this piece to express their condolences. "

"Then it doesn't matter if you pull it." Tang Ze held his chin and couldn't help complaining, "The year before and last year, there were people who lost their lives before the banquet started. This can really be regarded as a regular program, right?"

After hearing this, several people who were originally surrounding Shitara Renxi couldn't help but look at Tang Ze, their expressions indescribable.

Listen, listen, is this human talk?

Doesn’t this just mean that people in your family die every year on their birthdays, so this year is also the time...

But then again, is this birthday party in your family really a must? Every time you have a party, someone will die to help the fun. I'm really afraid that if this old man lives for a few more years, it's not a matter of a white-haired person giving a black-haired person. Yes, it was the white-haired man who sent the whole family away.

There are only so many people left in the Shitaku family, and they are not enough for him to do it a few times.

"Uh..." Shitara Renxi felt that the guests he invited were complaining about the banquet. She touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment, "I also suggested it, but grandpa refused to listen to me. . However, grandpa’s health is really not good this year. Doctors say it will be difficult to survive until next year, and we don’t want to disobey him..."

Conan looked at the simple program list with her hand hanging down, and then twitched the corner of his mouth.

Why is there still "Moonlight"? Asai Narumi has completely stopped pretending, right...

When several people gathered together to whisper, there was a noise from the direction of the hall.

Shitara Renxi, who had already finished putting on her makeup, got up and walked out of the room. She found that it was Genzaburo who was standing on the stairs and almost slipped down the stairs. He was supported by several servants in time and made some noise.

Shitara Renxi hurried over to check. Shitara Genzaburo, who almost followed in the footsteps of his wife, didn't care about the people around him. He just pointed to the person standing at the door with trembling hands.

"Second brother, it's second brother, second brother is back..."

Shitara Renxi looked in the direction of his finger. Standing in front of the double doors of the banquet hall was Yuga Kyosuke, who was wearing a full set of formal clothes, carefully groomed his hair, shaved his beard, and stood there straight. For a moment, he really felt unfamiliar.

Yuga Kyosuke hugged the violin case in his hand tightly, pulled the corners of his mouth, and didn't say anything.