"What you are going to do is not for fun." Uncle Maori obviously didn't want Xiaolan to follow him. There might be some custom shop there, and he wouldn't be able to go there if he brought a bottle of oil with him.
"Of course I'm going to play. I also want to see an island I've never heard of, right Conan?" Xiaolan didn't forget to pull one along. Conan, who had finally escaped from danger, nodded vigorously of course.
"But, uncle... this letter is a bit strange. If it's a commission letter, why didn't you write it yourself instead of deleting and pasting the words from the newspaper and magazine? There shouldn't be anything shameful."
Nan Wukong pointed to the letter on Uncle Maori's desk and said.
"What's so strange about this? Many investigations are conducted without others knowing. If fingerprints or autographs are left, evidence may be left in some marriage lawsuit!" Uncle Maori didn't think deeply at all.
"But, Uncle Maori, this Keiji Aso..." Nan Wukong looked mysterious.
When Uncle Maoli saw Nan Wukong's appetite, he immediately became dissatisfied and said, "You stinky brat, why haven't you left yet? Do you really want to make a living? If you want to eat, tell me what you know."
"The piano master Keiji Aso has performed all over the world, among which the Moonlight Sonata is his specialty. But this man died many years ago. He was burned to death in his home by a blazing fire, along with his wife.
All the children died in the fire."
"What!" Uncle Maori was so frightened that he woke up because the sender's signature was Keiji Aso. Could it be that a letter was sent from a dead person? Or... "It seems that someone wants to ask me to investigate the whole story of that incident.
"Uncle Maori took a deep breath and finally put on some proper form.
"Brother Nan, how did you know?" Conan was more concerned about how Nan Wukong knew what happened so long ago.
"You little kid with no artistic talent, do you still want to compete with me in playing the piano?" Nan Wukong said, pressing Conan's head.
"Yes, Senior Nan can play the piano, so it's not surprising to know that," Xiaolan said.
Conan was disdainful and gave Nan Wukong a definition, "stinky fart!"
"It's just that it looks very scary, otherwise I wouldn't go." Xiaolan was a little timid. She was originally afraid of things like ghosts and legends.
"There is something even more shocking. It is said that Keiji Aso was still playing Moonlight Sonata in the sea of fire when he died. He sat in front of the piano in the sea of fire and was burned alive. He had no desire to live, and it was more like accepting his fate.
According to the locals, his evil spirit is attached to a piano he played, and as long as the moonlight sonata is played, someone will die." Nan Mukong heard this from hearsay, and knew it from Katagiri Yuki.
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Yuki Katagiri heard Aso Keiji's performance when she was a child. Her father even wanted Aso Keiji to teach her piano at that time, but Aso Keiji refused.
That was already twelve years ago.
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The next morning, on a cruise ship, Nan Wukong yawned and complained: "So, why do I have to follow you here?"
"What does this have to do with it? You are the only one who knows Aso Keiji better. With you here, you may be able to better deduce the whole story of that incident. Of course, this is also the special promise of my Mouri Kogoro." Uncle Mouri looked disgusted.
Look.
"Then why do you have to follow me?" Nan Wukong looked at Katagiri Yuki who was lying on the beach chair behind him.
Katagiri Yuki took off her glasses and looked at Nan Mukong with contempt: "A certain evil boss always doesn't go to work. It's not a problem for me as an investor's agent to always be absent. I also need to rest. What's more, I don't
I want to know why the piano master I admired so much when I was a child died and committed suicide. I absolutely don’t believe it.”
"Thanks to Sister Katagiri's luxury cruise, otherwise I wouldn't have such a great experience, right Conan." Xiaolan was wearing a white dress and a sunhat, looking quite refreshing.
Conan was stunned.
But how did you put that hat on? It was punctured by the horn! (To be continued)