"What if we determine this after we determine this?" Officer Megu asked again. "Even if we confirm the time of the crime, it will be difficult for us to determine who the murderer is, right? After all, there are so many spectators..."

"If it really doesn't work, we can adjust the related song to the end of the program, and then modify the program into a solo play by Mr. Domoto-san—" Kogoro Mouri's response plan is quite simple and crude. "Although it may be a bit rude, I'll take the right to do it urgently, I want to..."

"If you can determine your reasoning, of course it's okay," Domoto's voice came from behind them - the former piano master, the famous organist of the organ, is slowly walking towards them. "But can you really be responsible for your reasoning? Not every seemingly seamless reasoning is correct in the end."

"So all of us are only at the theoretical stage," Eiri Tamaki was very calm when facing Domoto's questioning. "Please rest assured that if our reasoning is incorrect, it is probably impossible to find the relationship between the four of them and these three songs. We will naturally continue to follow the original plan, so you don't have to worry too much about the interference we may have."

…………

Unknown place.

Open your eyes and it was pitch black, without any meaningful information to the visual owner.

It hurts... This is the only thought that Qiu Ting Lianzi had after he regained consciousness.

The fractured leg seemed to be on a slightly higher place than her body. Perhaps because of the poor blood flow, she only felt a swelling and pain coming from her legs.

And other than that… it is a burning sensation from the back of the neck.

[By the way... I was asked out in the name of "Sama Kwang"'s father, and suddenly I didn't know anything... Is this kidnapped?]

What came from behind was a cold and hard touch... Is it a metal plate surface? Did you be installed in a metal plate room?

Thinking about this, Qiu Ting Lianzi tried to move her hands, but found that the movement of one of the hands was bound, accompanied by the same cold touch and the sound of the collision of iron chains?

"Ah..." Just as Qiu Ting Lianzi was still stunned by what was going on, she heard a girl's moan in her ear. Then, her hand, bound by an iron chain, was pulled in the direction where the moan came.

"ah!"

...

30 minutes before the concert begins.

"There is no news yet," the person in charge waved to Domoto and explained. "If this continues..."

"Then change "Strange Grace" to a Lala for performance," Domoto waved his gloomy face and glanced at the Qiancao Lala who was already dressed up carefully and ready to show his talents in front of the masters attending the concert. "It should be no problem?"

"Teacher, please rest assured," Qiancao Lala bowed slightly. "I am also prepared for this song, and I will definitely be able to sing it better than Sister Lianzi."

But just as she said this, she found a trace of gloom flashing in Domoto's eyes.

What's wrong?

Qiancao Lala wondered a little uneasy whether she had said something bad—but... could she say something wrong? Could it be that he thought he was not as good as Senior Sister Lianzi, so he felt that he was talking big?

"You must always remember that if you want to sing songs better than a person, then what you use to think is not the soul of a musician, but the vulgar and narrow thinking of a materialist singer." Domoto waved his expression toward Chika Lala was extremely harsh. "Music is not used to charm and flatter vulgar people, but human questions to God, and they should sing in prayer. If good sounds are used as the standard, who are you asking questions to, are you searching for this musical path to get a stupid answer?"

"Yes..." Qiancao Lala realized what he had made - Teacher Domoto is a famous idealist, so he values ​​music more than anyone else.

For example, "Strange Grace" was created by John Newton, a former slave ship captain, after confessing and becoming a pastor. The theme in the aria is [confession, gratitude, atonement, and rebirth]. Such a pious topic is indeed not something that should be used by the audience as the target of transmission, but should be to let the audience observe their voices to God.

Or, she looked down on those pop singers herself, right? Maybe some of them have good musical standards, but most of them call themselves singers... I'm afraid that if they don't even clean up one of the sounds in one sound zone, they will be embarrassing to see each other?

[Bel canto singing has very strict aesthetic requirements for sound, and popular singing... As long as it can satisfy the audience, it is considered successful, and catering to the needs of the audience is better than the purity of the skills. The mentality of the conservative bel canto masters watching pop singers in the 1990s... probably equals the feeling of those who are those who watch the battlefield or Call of Duty players who claim that their games are hardcore simulations? (Of course, if compared with more magical games, it is indeed relatively hardcore) A natural and condescending sion]

"Anyway, get ready," Domoto waved his face slightly calmed down after seeing Qiancao Lala's apology, and then looked at Yamane Ziyin who was playing the violin. "The world's top piano is already in your hands. I hope to see that you really get a different piano, not garbage that is no different from ordinary goods."

"Yes!" Shangen Ziyin quickly expressed her determination.

The concert is about to begin.

...

"Sister Lianzi, don't move..." Ying rode on Qiu Ting Lianzi, groping in the darkness. Although this space is long, it is also a bit narrow, so if Ying wants to use touch to sense the surrounding environment, she can only ride on the other party. "It seems like a container like a coffin."

"Can you not use such an unlucky adjective?" Qiu Ting Renzi frowned slightly. "What happened?"

"We were attacked," Firefly tapped the wall of the enclosed space where the two were, making a thin metal leather sound. "I attacked with an electric shock stick from behind. I only saw a suit sleeve, but not a face."
Chapter completed!