The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

Is that a Stradivarius? Of course it is.

It is fresh and hot, a Stradivarius that has just been taken out of the hall of Shitara Gensaburo.

According to Tang Ze's prediction, it is hard to say whether the Shitara family can get anything else tonight, but this violin is enough.

Before the afternoon banquet started, Asai Narimi took out a violin from the hall, which came from the hall of Shitara Ayane, who was in a bad mental state at the time.

Out of some kind of almost paranoid obsession, when Yuga Kyosuke knew that their ability could not only make the evil people lose their twisted personality and repent for the past, but also repair the cracks in the soul and make people with mental problems recover successfully, he immediately made a request, hoping to make the mentally confused Shitara Ayane sober up.

He was seeking revenge, hoping to see the expressions of fear and regret on the faces of his enemies. If possible, he hoped that the other party would be as sober as possible, instead of dying in a big dream.

Because the shape was a bit weird, Yuga Kyosuke had some psychological barriers to use it, so he didn't choose to use that one in the end.

Tang Ze could understand his choice. After all, anyone who saw a somewhat strangely designed baby doll turn into a piano in front of him would find it difficult to look at the piano without tinted glasses.

Anyway, according to Asai Narimi's description, even if there was no rumor of a curse on the piano in the past, after seeing this scene, you would rather believe that it did.

Yuga Kyosuke walked onto the stage step by step, carrying the piano from the soul of the dead. The lights in the venue dimmed and entered the mode that was convenient for people to focus on watching the performance again.

Maori Kogoro frowned instinctively.

Just now, an accident happened in the dark. A conductor who was still alive and kicking before turning off the lights fell to the ground unconscious during a piano piece. Now he had to enter such an environment again, and he instinctively felt uneasy and uncomfortable.

"Do we have to turn off the lights?" He whispered to Renki Shitara beside him, "The guests at the scene don't have the mood to appreciate it carefully, right?"

Standing in a hall where someone just died and the blood has not been cleaned up, who can really treat this as a concert and concentrate on enjoying the charm of music?

Renki Shitara clenched her hands, looking more uneasy than him: "No, this, this is not in line with the process. There should be no one operating the lighting control backstage..."

Even if it is a simple lighting arrangement and operation, this kind of stage effect that cooperates with the performance still needs to be edited by a lighting engineer and controlled uniformly by the console. Someone has died at the front desk, and even the most carefree lighting engineer should know that the performance tonight cannot continue. How can he continue to stay backstage and adjust the lights calmly?

Mouri Kogoro was still in a daze, and Conan immediately stood up and ran towards the room on the side of the hall.

If this is the case, then the disturbance in the backstage now...

The commotion in the audience has nothing to do with Yuga Kyosuke who is already standing in the spotlight.

He placed the violin on his shoulder and looked down at the violin that radiated a lustrous luster under the light.

It was not the real violin, but the violin that was like a miracle in Shitara Gensaburo's memory thirty years ago.

So if we have to talk about the state, it might be better than the original violin that was unfortunately forced to remain silent in the storage room for thirty years. Just by touching its elegant and smooth body, one can feel a beautiful and thorough rhythm.

Is this a good thing among countless regrets? Yuga Kyosuke was not sure.

However, in his original plan, there would be a blood-stained fake violin that would be shattered with the next victim. Now, with the "gift" from them, it was even more so.

He gently closed his eyes and began to play.

When the beautiful and smooth sound came, Xingchuan Hui, who was leaning against the backstage console, pushed the push rod on the panel again according to the pre-arranged order.

The last few weak lights in the hall went out completely, and the hall fell into a more complete darkness than before. Only Yuga Kyousuke, who seemed to be emitting light spots, and the piano in his hand were left standing in the light.

Tang Ze raised his hand and covered his eyes to avoid the light that might be emitted from attracting anyone's attention.

Yuga Kyousuke closed his eyes and played the piano, his thoughts slowly returning to this moment a year ago and two years ago.

Asai Narimi told him that his ability might be related to telling the truth. Regarding the next revenge, he didn't need their help. As long as he could master this ability more accurately and use it on others, even if he was alone, he could complete all the arrangements perfectly.

Yuga Kyousuke thought it was difficult. Standing in front of Shitara Eume and Shitara Kyouto, the moment he heard the truth from their mouths almost shattered all his past cognition. No one wanted to experience the feeling of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting a second time.

However, when the piano sounded, his thoughts involuntarily flowed along with the precise and smooth scale, flowing to the moments when he heard this piece of music, those relatives standing in front of the stage with their eyes closed in silence, and the expressions on their faces that were difficult to distinguish between true and false.

The bloodstains were cleaned up, and the damaged railings were rebuilt, but the old rotten smell had long been rooted in it and was difficult to erase.

When did he hear this piece of music for the first time? It seemed to be at his father's funeral.

This self-pity that Mozart failed to finish was originally a gentle piano piece, but it was so deafening to his young ears.

That deafening sound was like... those moments...

After his mind was completely absorbed in the music, the next second, Ayane Shitara, who had been sitting in the audience and watching Yuga Kyosuke begin to play like a dream, stood up in a daze and staggered onto the stairs.

The two thieves who were using their own abilities to enhance the appeal of the music and weaken Ayane Shitara's spiritual will stopped their actions at the same time.

In the darkness, Ayane Shitara quietly walked up dozens of steps, bypassed the empty corridor on the second floor, and walked to the side of the railing.

With a "bang", Conan, who found the control console, pushed open the closed door.

The room was empty, and Hoshikawa Teru, who had noticed his movements, had already left in the shadows before him.

Conan didn't care about so much, turned on the flashlight on his watch, leaned on the control console to confirm the operation labels on each push rod, and quickly found the main valve of the light and pushed it all the way to the bottom.

The "Requiem" outside the venue happened to be coming to an end, and in the afterglow of the piano music, the hall was lit up again.

When Yuga Kyosuke raised his bow, Shitara Ayane's crying sounded almost immediately.

He turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw Shitara Ayane staring at him with a look of eagerness and pain.

"Subdue, subdue... my child..."

"Ayane, what are you doing! Put the violin down?!" Shitara Choichiro shouted when he found that his wife had disappeared across the table after the lights came on, but his hand was honestly pressed on his chest, as if he was ready for something to happen.

Not only Choichiro, but everyone else in the hall screamed in fear.

The position where Shitara Ayane stood and her current posture looked too dangerous.

She stood on the protruding terrace on the corridor railing for displaying decorations, and her whole body leaned forward, almost losing her balance.

"Auntie..." Yuga Kyosuke turned around and stared at her with complicated eyes.

He used to respect this kind elder. Having lost his parents, he envied Jiang Ren for having such a good mother who loved him infinitely and could fight for him with her husband and even the family.

However, this admirable trait was the real opportunity for her to become a ghost. How should he face this reality?

"Tanjiro." Before the people who rushed to rescue her rushed up, Shitara Ayane's expression suddenly returned to normal, and she shouted to Yuga Kyosuke in a calm tone, "When I arrived, you had already fallen to the ground. I was very flustered, and so was Jiang Ren, but Choichiro said that the piano would truly belong to us. I wanted to refute, but Jiang Ren's expression, his expression..."

Perhaps because of the change of heart, Shitara Ayane, who had at least recovered some of the normal sense of right and wrong, had tears in her eyes.

Yuga Kyosuke knew that she also regarded him as a father, and looked at her with a complicated and incomprehensible look.

Shitara Choichiro was in a state of madness. At that time, Shitara Kōjin was also a 16- or 17-year-old child, immature and frightened by the sudden situation. Facing such a father and son, Shitara Ayane could not disobey them.

In contrast, she seemed to be less guilty as she was not the decision maker, but after hearing her crying and her confession to Tanjiro, Yuga Kyosuke still could not say words like forgiveness or understanding.

After all, the person who had the power to forgive and understand them had been dead for 30 years.

So he just stood there with the piano in his hand, without giving any response, still coldly watching her body about to fall.

"I'm sorry."

Shitara Ayane let out a last low cry, and then the whole person fell from the edge of the railing, falling headfirst on the stiff white marble.

"Ahhh——"

"Grandma?! Ahhhh..."

"Where's the ambulance? Call an ambulance..."

"Oh my god, that violin, that violin..."

Conan, who was also rushing forward, widened his eyes. The violin that slipped out of Shitara Ayane's arms broke on the hard marble surface, and the broken strings made a harsh cracking sound.

"Oh my god..." The parts of the violin flew to her feet. Seeing this priceless violin destroyed in front of her eyes, Mao Lilan, who had the strength to hold Shitara Renxi, couldn't help but cover her mouth.

Without the restraint, Shitara Renxi rushed to the fallen grandma, reached out and touched her bloody face, and finally broke down and cried.

Shitara Choichiro also rushed over quickly. His decayed body seemed to have suddenly gained great strength. He didn't look like a dying old man at all. He ran to the place where Shitara Ayane fell.

However, he did not reach out to touch his dying wife, but only tried to pick up the pieces of the violin on the ground with trembling hands.

"Stradivari, my violin, my things..."

Despite such a tragedy, Yuga Kyosuke still stood on the stage without moving.

He looked at Shitara Choichiro who knelt beside the violin and asked softly: "Why did she say sorry to my father? And, what she just said..."

Holding the shapeless violin in his arms, Shitara Choichiro's body froze, and he did not look back at his nephew who asked the question, but gasped.

Even at this time, even though so many lives had been lost on this violin, he could not tell a single truth to the victim's child who theoretically should have the right to own the violin.

Yuga Kyosuke tightened his grip on the violin and closed his eyes.

Is it so difficult to just want to hear an explanation, to hear him tell you what he did before he died?

Can a peerless piano make people give up their humanity and sacrifice the lives of their relatives and friends to take it for themselves?

With a faint golden light fluttering in his eyes, Yuga Kyosuke exhaled and said coldly: "Don't cry, it's a fake."

"What? But this piano was given to me by my grandma..." Shitara Renxi raised her head suddenly, wanting to refute, but after seeing Yuga Kyosuke's expression, she stopped talking and was speechless.

Yes, after this piano was taken out, it was handed over to Yuga Kyosuke for calibration. It was not until he completed the tuning that it came into her hands.

If anyone really had the opportunity to replace it, Yuga Kyosuke would undoubtedly be one of them.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Shitara Choichiro's expression immediately twisted, "I've heard it, I'm familiar with its tone--"

"Of course it's possible, after all, this is the imitation you tried so hard to deceive my father. If it's not made similar enough, how can it be concealed?" Yuga Kyosuke interrupted him, "My father can hear it, but you can't. Doesn't this mean that you don't deserve to own it?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Shitara Choichiro didn't know what he said that irritated him. Regardless of his fragile body, he stood up directly from the ground, "That's my violin! You are a thief, a liar..."

As he spoke, his turbid eyes locked on Yuga Kyosuke's hand.

Standing at such a close distance, he could finally see what the violin that Yuga Kyosuke brought with him looked like.

Thinking of Yuga Kyosuke's claim that he had replaced the original one, he suddenly rushed forward with his eyes wide open, completely ignoring the panicked and stunned eyes of the guests in the venue, and his old wife who was pausing to breathe, staring straight at the violin in Kyosuke's hand.

"Give it back to me, give my things back to me, you greedy bastard..."

Yuga Kyosuke took a few steps back, avoiding Choichiro's not-quite-fast steps, jumped off the high platform, and returned to Asai Narimi.

Asai Narimi silently bent down and handed the other two violin cases in the package at his feet to Yuga Kyosuke.

Yuga Kyosuke held the handles of the two violin cases, shook open the lids, and showed the two violins that were tightly embedded in the velvet, and sneered.

"Since you said this is your violin, then you can identify it. If you can recognize which one is it, I will return it to you, how about it?"