"Ah, Sister Chengcheng, you are also here to participate in this ritual." Lan saw Dr. Chengxin who had just asked for directions and said hello in a friendly manner.
Dr. Honest, dressed in black clothes and accompanied by a man, walked towards Lan.
"Yes, the person who did the autopsy for the first time when I came to this island was Mr. Kameyama, so I wanted to come and burn incense to pay my respects." After Honest explained, he continued: "I forgot to introduce you. Next to me is Mr. Shimizu, who is also the village chief.
One of the candidates."
"Hello, I'm Masato Shimizu. It's our first time meeting you. Please take care of me." Shimizu shook hands with Maori in a friendly manner, which was considered acquaintance.
"Sister Cheng Cheng, I have something to talk to you." Ye suddenly ran up and took Cheng Cheng's hand. "Brother, what's the matter?" Cheng Cheng patted Ye's head.
"No, I want to give you a listen. Just put your ear closer." Ye pretended to be coquettish and said. "Okay." Honest squatted down and put his ear to Ye's mouth.
"The ghost on the other side of the heart." Ye said this in Honest's ears. He was like this, he didn't want to change too much, nor did he want to stay the same.
Honesty was stunned for a moment and just thought it was Ye's joke, "Sister will pay attention to it."
A group of people chatted for a while, and soon it was time for the ceremony to be held. In the room where the ceremony was held, a monk was banging wooden fish for an hour or two. Fortunately, they didn't go in, otherwise they would have been holding it back.
died.
"Hey, Kawashima, you invited that detective, right?" Kuroiwa, who is also a candidate for village chief, said to Kawashima. "How is that possible?" Kawashima stood up from the soft cushion.
"You want to escape, don't you?"
"I'm going to the bathroom." He opened the door and walked out.
I don't have to attend this boring ritual at night, so I sit on the steps outside the public hall with Conan Maorilan, looking at the bright stars in the sky. I feel extremely peaceful at night, and the environment is really nice.
"But, after so long, why is there still no one dead? Conan has been here for almost a day. This is unscientific." Ye secretly muttered in his heart, looking at Conan who was thinking about the problem, and then at this moment.
Lan, Maori. "Well, this is not bad."
But at this moment, a piece of music floated into Ye's ears, and at the same time it floated into the room where the ritual was held, alarming everyone.
"ah.."
"kindness.."
"Ah~."
...
"This song is..." Heiyan said in horror: "Moonlight."
"Moonlight!" Conan suddenly said, "Oh no." Wan immediately ran to the public hall, and Maori and Lan also ran in following Conan's footsteps.
Ye looked at Conan's retreating back, "It still happened. I don't know if Honest still remembers what I said. That ghost Conan is your biggest obstacle, even though you are determined to die."
Ye slowly walked into the room with the piano. The door was already crowded with people. With her physical strength, Ye quickly got in.
As soon as I walked in, I saw Goro Mouri looking at the body, "Hey, he's dead, Lan, hurry up and notify the police."
"What, Kawashima is dead." Kuroiwa widened his eyes and couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Doctor Honest, please come and do the autopsy." Maoli gave instructions in an orderly manner.
"Curse, this must be the curse of that piano." The man who first received Maori stepped back in panic, pointing at the piano and shouting.
"How can there be such a thing as a curse? Uncle, you are so naive. If there was a curse, I would have died ten thousand times." Ye looked at him funny from the side. "You... the village chief and Aso
Mr. Kawashima died on that piano, and now Mr. Kawashima... If this is not a curse, what else could it be?" He was laughed at by the children, and his face turned red from embarrassment, but he still gave all the reasons.
.
"Hey, what's the curse? Children know this is fake." Maoli lay on the piano, looked inside, and found a tape recorder. "This is the tape recorder that made the sound."
"Judging from the situation at the scene, this was a planned murder." Goro Mouri waved his hand and revealed the situation at the scene.
"Kill...kill people."
"Hey, you don't want these messy things. Who are you?"
Goro Mouri straightened his tie, held the edge of his suit with both hands, closed his eyes with a confident smile on his face: "I am a famous detective from Tokyo, Goro Moori."
"Oh, space pilot?"
"The one that often appears in reasoning?"
"That's wise."
"Well, then who is he?"
...
Goro Mouri put his hands on the piano, lowered his head and hunched over, not wanting to talk.
"The time of death is between 0 minutes and 1 hour. The cause of death should be suffocation. I think Mr. Kawashima was drowned in the sea." Makoto Asai said holding the autopsy report.
"The cause of death was drowning." Maori dragged his chin with his hand, looked at the body, and frowned, everything was full of uncertainty.
"I can't say for sure without anatomy," the honest doctor said awkwardly.
"I think the honest doctor is right. Look at the coat on the beach outside the window. It does belong to Mr. Kawashima. From the back to the piano, there are also water stains where something was dragged over, and Kawashima
There is also dirt and sand on Mr.'s back. Judging from the fact that the door of this room is locked, the first few minutes of the tape should be blank." Conan rewinded the tape recorder and it proved this.
.
"This guy, when did he..." Maoli looked at Conan in disbelief.
The client, Conan, didn't know how surprised his reasoning was to everyone, and continued to talk to himself: "Wait for the prisoner to take Mr. Kawashima from the legal room to the beach and drown him, then move the body to this room, then lock it and press the button."
Turn off the recorder and walk out of the room, then go to the corridor, act like nothing is wrong, and enter the funeral room. Isn't that right, uncle?" Conan looked at Uncle Maori innocently after all.
"Uh, uh... that's right... haha." Maoli rubbed his hair in embarrassment and said with a smile.
"Wait a minute, the murderer is still among us."
"Yes, the murderer is among you." Maoli said with a serious face. "Do you know who Mr. Kawashima has offended?"
"I've never heard of someone being offended, but the happiest person after Kawashima's death was Masato Shimizu, who was also a candidate for village chief." Kuroiwa glanced at Shimizu who was not far behind him, with an unkind look on his face.
"What, aren't you also a candidate for village chief?" Qingshui pointed at Heiyan angrily and said angrily.
"Yes, he's right. If someone hadn't arranged Mr. Kawashima's vote takers to be his own vote takers, then my father would have been elected long ago." Kuroiwa's daughter broke the news.
"What..." Qing Shui was furious, clenching his fists and looking at her with gritted teeth.
"Okay, please stop arguing. This piece of music is..." Maoli asked doubtfully, holding a piece of paper covered with music.
Everyone looked at the music score with weird expressions, and one of them had a face full of fear and despair, and ran away in fear.
"Who is that person?" Maoli was confused.
"He is Mr. Nishimoto. He was originally very powerful. He spent a lot of money on alcohol, women, and gambling. However, after the death of the previous village chief two years ago, he seldom went out because he was afraid of something."
The receptionist stepped forward to help Maori resolve his confusion.
At this time, Lan finally brought the police over, but this policeman was an old man in his 70s and 80s who could barely hear what he was saying.
The body was carefully processed when the police were present, and it was very late. "Okay, we will be here today, and the investigation and questioning will begin tomorrow morning." Goro Mouri said to the people present, and he also led
They returned to the hotel at night.
"Uncle, uncle, are you just leaving like this?" Ye pulled Mao Li's clothes, and Mao Li couldn't take the next step. "I, you ghost, it's so late and you should go back to the hotel to sleep, and you
How come you are so strong..."
"But uncle, the moonlight is not only the first movement, it also has another movement. And the shadows on the commission letter began to disappear during the full moon night, not just a few shadows." Ye held her head high, innocently.
Xie said, "I'm very knowledgeable about music. I think I must come from a musical family."
"...The last sentence is not important." Mao Li thought to himself. "With your behavior, the murderer will still commit the crime. If not, I won't worry. Lan, take Ye and Conan to the hotel first. I want to go back to the public hall.
go."
Chapter completed!