CONAN: I have a compositing station

Conan and Natsuki exchanged information that was currently known.

The client, Keiji Aso, died twelve years ago.

It is said that Keiji Aso was born on Tsukikage Island.

He used to be a famous pianist, traveling around playing for others.

Twelve years ago, he returned to his hometown and gave a piano performance to the villagers at the Civic Hall.

But afterwards, he locked his family in his home and set a fire.

When he was discovered, Keiji Aso had killed his wife and daughter with a knife, and in the raging fire, as if entangled in something, he kept playing Beethoven's moonlight.

"I suspect that someone wants us to investigate the case for twelve years, so they deliberately sent us a power of attorney using Keiji Aso's name."

Conan held up his glasses and said with an affirmative look.

"What if the deceased feels that he died in a bad posture, so he has an opinion?"

Xia Mu said seriously.

Conan changed his beanie eyes in seconds and turned to leave.

There are too few clues at the moment, and the Festival is about to begin.

Conan planned to wait for the Festival to end and ask the others if they could get any additional information.

This festival is also the successor of the new village chief.

There are three candidates.

One is a fishermen's representative, Shimizu.

The other is Kawashima, who has the highest voice and is also the largest capitalist on the island.

As well as the current village chief, Kuroiwa.

These are all the information that Conan obtained after meeting the doctor who claimed to be Asai Narui.

When Natsuki and Conan walked into the civic hall, Maori Kogoro was sitting in a chair in the hallway smoking.

Apparently preparing to ask the current village chief, Kuroiwa, more about Keiji Aso.

"Let's look elsewhere first."

Conan saw that there were several cigarette butts stuffed in the ashtray next to Maori Kogoro, and knew that the other party had been waiting for a long time.

It is estimated that there will be a while.

Through the hallway, there is a huge room directly opposite.

Push the door and enter, and inside there is a piano.

"Why is there a piano here?"

Conan looked at the somewhat empty room suspiciously, except for the piano in the middle, there was nothing extra in the room.

There is a faint sound of waves outside the window, and going out through the back door of this room is a sea.

"You'll know right away."

Natsuki leaned against the door frame of the back door, from which he could see the sea in front of him, and the air was filled with a salty smell.

Not far from the side is the back mountain where Natsuki went today.

Saying that it is a back mountain, it is actually just a small mountain bag.

Conan didn't ask Natsuki why he said that, because he also heard footsteps approaching.

Look back.

It is a middle-aged man with five square features and glasses.

None other than the secretary of the current village chief.

The secretary saw that Conan was about to touch the piano in the room, and immediately hurried to stop it.

"Don't touch this piano!"

"It's a cursed piano."

Conan was a little curious and quickly asked why.

The secretary explained wiping a cold sweat.

This piano was used to play before Keiji Aso died, and it was a cursed piano.

The former village chief also died sitting in front of this piano.

At that time, the former village chief looked terrified, as if he had seen something terrible, and on the piano on the side, Beethoven's moonlight was also playing.

Apparently disbelieving this curse statement, Conan looked down and pondered, analyzing useful clues.

Natsuki knew that the other party was lying.

Because he remembered the truth about this so-called cursed piano.

At the same time, I probably know why the organization asked him to clean up the garbage.

Conan, who pondered fruitlessly, touched the piano without believing in evil, and it was no different.

Syllable!

Not surprisingly, Conan and Natsuki were kicked out.

"Anyway, before the festival is over, please wait at the entrance."

In the hallway, Natsuki and Conan once again encounter Aso Minoru.

This time he had an uncle with thick eyebrows beside him.

It was one of the candidates for village chief this time, the fishermen's representative Qingshui.

From the thick-eyed uncle, Natsuki also did not find any negative items.

Heartache....

Xia Mu felt that his Ouhuang luck was about to be unable to suppress Conan's aura of death.

......

Because they are not residents of the main island, Natsuki and they are not allowed to participate in this festival.

Natsuki and Conan walked outside the door of the civic hall, and on the steps, Maori Kogoro was half-leaning against the steps to smoke.

"Stinky boy, are you an adult?"

Seeing Natsuki taking a cigarette from the cigarette box in his hand, Maori Kogoro was a little surprised.

"I'm a year older than Miss Māori."

Natsuki replied that Ran and Kudo were seventeen years old, and when he crossed over, the body had just turned eighteen years old.

This time the mission of the organization has a death list that is not on the original plot, and he needs to consider how to do the crime without leaving a trace.

"It's still two years before adulthood!"

Maori Lan said.

The cigarette in Natsuki's hand shook.

？？？

After searching the memory of the original body, he reacted.

The island nation is not considered an adult until it is twenty years old.

Doesn't it mean that you can only smoke, drink, or even get married at the age of twenty....

Isn't that all you can only be a minor in this life and play a bachelor for a lifetime?

He thought that even if he was an adult at the age of eighteen, he just couldn't smoke until he was twenty...

I didn't expect to be considered an adult until twenty years old.

Fortunately, Natsuki himself did not intend to fall in love.

So, Kudo can't get married for the rest of his life?

Natsuki was inexplicably a little happy.

Maori Kogoro didn't say anything more.

The faint smoke slowly swirled, and as the familiar smell of nicotine passed in the lungs, Natsuki's memory gradually cleared.

I also have a clue about the tasks of this organization.

Conan covered his nose with a look of disgust and moved away from the two large smoking guns that swallowed clouds and mist.

Just when a few people were bored.

In the civic hall behind, there was a sudden sound of a piano.

"This tune...!"

Conan jerked his head up, facing Natsuki's line of sight.

Natsuki confirmed Conan's guess, gently exhaled a mouthful of smoke, and said.

"Moonshine."

Before the words fell, the two got up one after another and rushed into the civic hall.

The sound of the piano came from the room where Natsuki and Conan had discovered the piano before.

Wait until Natsuki and Conan push the door in.

There was already a man lying on his stomach in front of the piano.

There was a wet stain on the floor, stretching from the seat all the way to the back door.

"He's dead, notify the police."

Maori Kogoro confirmed that the man was dead.

"He was dragged in from the sea outside and put on a seat, and the place of death is not here."

Natsuki stood at the back door and looked outside.

"That's right."

Conan appeared beside Natsuki in a haunted manner, touching his chin and thinking.

The sea water is surging, footprints and other traces have been erased, and the murderer cannot be identified.

Apparently the murderer was premeditated.

"It's a curse, it's a curse for the piano!"

The village chief's secretary shouted in horror.