In a luxurious private room in the restaurant, the village chief Kuroda warmly entertained Uncle Maori for a drink.
Just when the two uncles were not enjoying themselves enough and wanted to continue drinking, Hirata ran in in a panic, disturbing the people who were eating.
"It's not good, village chief, the public hall... the public hall..." Hirata looked very panicked and frightened, obviously very scared.
"What's wrong?" Kuroda Village Chief looked unhappy, thinking that as soon as he had served these few, you came over to disturb the situation.
Do you think it’s easy to be the village leader? In order to develop the village, you also have to serve the big shots, just like a grandson, kneeling and licking others. Even if you develop the village, you will still encounter all kinds of unscrupulous people who will fight against you life and death.
Sad...
"What are you saying that Kawashima died on the piano in the public hall? There was also moonlight playing!!" Village Chief Kuroda was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.
Uncle Maori was so shocked that he sobered up. The group of people hurriedly ran to the public hall. There were already many people around here, and Makoto Asai was performing an autopsy on the body.
Letting a murderer conduct an autopsy is really interesting...
Nan Wukong looked at Asai Makoto who was doing the autopsy seriously and had to say that women are really good at acting.
"It's a curse! The curse of the piano!" Hirata became more and more frightened and was frightened to death.
"What kind of curse? A tape recorder and those water marks were dragged in by someone. It was obviously a murder!" Uncle Maori didn't believe in any curse at all.
"No, no, there are no footprints on the beach outside Uncle Maori! There are still coats floating there." Conan pointed out the window and said.
"What?!" Uncle Maori walked over and opened the balcony door, and when he looked outside, there really wasn't a single footprint, only his coat floating alone in the sea.
"Hey, hey, don't talk nonsense!" Uncle Maori came back and knocked Conan on the head, "It was just hidden by the murderer."
"The time of death of the deceased was half an hour ago, and the cause of death was drowning." Makoto Asai has completed the autopsy.
"So accurate?" Uncle Maoli looked confused.
"It's about this time. Since we don't have professional equipment for testing, we can only give a rough estimate of time."
"That's right, then call the police. This is a murder. It's not like the deceased drowned himself and then came over to sit on the piano, let alone this recorder..." Uncle Maoli pressed the play button of the recorder, and the moonlight
The sonata is played.
"Obviously the murderer just carried the body over and turned on the tape recorder." Uncle Maori was very convinced.
If there is no one, Uncle Maori will definitely cover his chest and touch his conscience and say "I believe in science"!
In fact, he was also frightened by Conan's words at first.
"Uncle Maori, look..." Conan pointed under the piano chair.
Everyone looked down and asked, "Music score?" Katagiri Yuki asked in surprise.
"You were so scared just now that you hid behind me, and now you dare to come out and look?" Nan Wukong turned back and looked at Katagiri Yuki.
"You need to take care of it!" Katagiri Yuki glared at Nan Mukong.
Just after everyone saw the music score, a decadent man suddenly ran out panting heavily, with a look of terror in his eyes. He was almost as scared as Hirata.
"Who is that guy?" Uncle Maori asked, pointing at the guy who ran out.
"That's Mr. Nishimoto. He used to be rich and powerful, but for some reason he became that crazy person after the death of the previous village chief. He seemed to be afraid of something and rarely went out." Makoto Asai ran out as he watched.
Nishimoto explained to Uncle Mori.
"Nishimoto is Aso Keiji's childhood friend just like me." Kuroda Village Chief sighed. (To be continued)