The unscientific detective in Conan

"A real girl wrote it...?"

Shitara Renki laughed awkwardly: "I'm sorry... I'm always forgetful... I think I really forgot."

"It's not a big problem, just find the client."

Fujino labeled the violin girl in front of him as a confused girl, and then looked at the violin in her hand: "You should be playing Petzold's minuet, right?"

"Yes... But I'm playing the version that Bach changed."

"Well, there is indeed a little difference." Fujino walked up, glanced at the music score, picked it up and pointed with his finger: "According to your music score, I just came in and heard it now, the tone here is slightly lowered by a quarter."

"Huh?" Shitara Renki's face revealed a hint of surprise: "Detective Fujino, you also understand music?"

"Not bad." Fujino recalled the experience of his former stepparents taking him to the opera house to listen to chorus, and explained: "I used to go to the opera house with my parents to listen to chorus, and I understood it after listening to it many times."

"You can hear these things from listening to songs..."

Shitara Renxi was confused at first, showing a surprised expression: "Detective Fujino, you don't have absolute pitch, do you?"

"I don't know about that."

"This is normal. If you don't get in touch with music, most people don't know that they have a sense of pitch." Shitara Renxi turned around and looked behind her: "My uncle also has absolute pitch, I think you can talk about it!"

Fujino followed her gaze and saw a man with stubble, who looked about 30 years old, sitting on the edge of the window sill holding a phone, and he didn't know what he was saying.

Fujino's ears moved slightly and heard the sound of music coming from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Renxi, you're not slacking off again, are you?"

A rough male voice came from behind. Fujino turned around and saw a square-faced man in a suit, with white hair and a slicked-back hair, walking into the music room. He asked in a familiar tone, "Are you going to play a song on that piano for Brother Choichiro tonight instead of your father?"

"Oh, that's right!"

Shitara Renxi seemed to recall something bad: "If I make a mistake, I'll probably be scolded badly..."

"Mr. Genzaburo!" The middle-aged woman suddenly complained in a serious tone: "You should at least let us know before you come back. If you come back without a word, it will be very difficult for us."

Shitara Gensaburo yawned, his tone somewhat helpless: "I interrupted the meeting of the concert to come back. I haven't slept well since yesterday. I will go back to my room to sleep for a while. You can call me when the birthday party starts... By the way, you didn't move my room, did you?"

"Don't worry, I will wake you up before that."

The middle-aged woman's tone remained the same: "As for the room, I didn't move it. After all, I don't want to leave the dead. Like your wife, she was scolded for moving your room."

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Fujino smiled helplessly: "This lady is really serious."

"Butler Jinqu is like this." Shitara Renxi was not surprised: "After all, she has been working in our family before I was born. Thanks to her management over the years, our family has not been in chaos."

"Yes, I was also taught a lesson by her when I was a child."

A male voice came, and the uncle who was sitting by the window just now walked over and sighed helplessly in the direction where the two left: "Yes, Everyone has changed over the years, except Aunt Hongsheng, who seems to have not changed at all. "

As he said that, he looked at Fujino and smiled: "Detective Fujino, right?"

"I have heard a lot about you. When I was composing music for a TV series last time, I heard Miss Okino Yoko mention you."

Fujian looked at him and stretched out his hand: "Fujiano Tongzhi."

The other party was stunned for a moment, then shook his hand: "Haga Kyosuke."

"Subdue, surrender, where are you surrendering!" Just after the two shook hands, a hoarse female voice suddenly came from outside the room.

"Grandma?!"

Shitara Renxi turned around, and Fujino looked in the direction she was looking, and saw a fat old lady pushing open the door of the music room, shouting, "I heard it, I heard it all, stop hiding, come out!"

"Grandma!" Shitara Renxi hurried forward, "Why are you like this again? I told you that dad died last year, have you forgotten?!"

"Dead...dead?"

The old woman's expression became stiff, and then a hunchbacked old man ran in behind her: "Ayane, don't come out and embarrass yourself anymore. What's the point of chasing the shadow of the dead everywhere? Our son has been buried, can you... Don't you understand? !"

"Grandpa..."

Shitara Renxi sighed helplessly: "Why did you make such a fuss again? Didn't the doctor say that you couldn't come out?"

Before leaving, she turned back: "Well, Mr. Fujino, I'll settle them first and come back soon. Please go to the reception room in the main building and wait for a while. I want to show you something..."

Yuga Kyosuke on the side was a little helpless: "I'm sorry to embarrass you."

Fujino chuckled and said: "Every family has its own problems, it's understandable."

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Time passed slowly, and Shitara Renxi came to the reception room holding an iron square box.

She put the box on the table, opened it, and revealed the violin inside: "This one is the violin made by Antonio Stradivari of Italy three hundred years ago."

"Really?"

Fujino was not interested in violins: "So this commission is related to violins?"

"That's about it." Shitara Renxi responded: "This violin was just a birthday gift from Uncle Yuga's father, Grandpa Danjiro, to Grandpa Choichiro, but this violin is a bit strange..."

After a pause, she continued: "First, it was Grandpa Gensaburo's wife, Grandma Miyong, the year before last, and then my father came in... Grandma Miyong was a very good athlete, and even won the runner-up in the triathlon, but such a person stepped on the stairs and fell to death when coming down from upstairs. The same thing happened to my usually very cautious father, because he leaned on the corroded The railing, fell from the upstairs and died..."

"Coincidentally, before they died, they all used this violin to play in front of my grandfather, which means that no one who used this violin would have a good ending!"

Fujino supported his chin, listened to the other party's story, pretended to be thoughtful and thought for a while, and then asked: "So you mean this violin has a curse or something?"

Shitara Renxi nodded fiercely: "That's it."

"I know a little about this aspect." Fujino pulled his chin up and looked at the violin: "This violin has a history of 300 years. I think it must have passed through the hands of many people during this period. Under the baptism of time, this violin may indeed be stained with unclean things and become evil."

"Unclean? !"

Shitara Renxi's face turned pale when she heard this: "Detective Fujino, are you saying that there is a ghost on this violin?"