Conan wants to lie down but won't let him

When Kogoro Mouri and Hiroshi Fujiwara arrived at the door of the piano room, Conan had just arrived and pushed the door open with force.

Conan paused, his pupils dilated. Fujiwara Hiroshi and Maori Kogoro also hurried to the door. Looking inside, they were struck by a soaking wet figure slumped over the piano keys, head turned toward the window. Beyond the window lay a beach. Next to the piano, the sound of "Moonlight Sonata" continued to play.

Maori Kogoro hurried to the piano, felt for the pulse on his neck, and shook his head after a few seconds. "It's too late, Mr. Kawashima is dead! Ran, go call the police!"

"Uh...yes!" Xiaolan responded and ran out to call the police. Xiaolan, the professional police officer, was ready.

Fujiwara Hiroshi looked at everything in front of him. It seemed that Asai Narimi had already taken action. Kawashima Hideo should have been dead long ago. This was what Fujiwara Hiroshi thought of. He had the impression that there seemed to be a delay setting. He should have died before, not just been killed now.

Conan also consciously entered the room and began to explore. He saw that the body was soaking wet and looked like it had drowned. Then he looked at the water stains on the ground and followed them forward, which led to the back door connecting to the beach.

There was sand on the floor, including traces of dragging and water stains. Could the murderer have taken the victim to the beach, drowned her, then moved the body back to the room and played "Moonlight Sonata" to connect the incident to Keiji Aso's curse? Conan pondered this in his mind.

"Dad, there is only an elderly policeman on the island, and the criminal police team will have to be led by Inspector Megure to take over tomorrow." After calling the police, Xiaolan came back to report the situation.

"In that case, Dr. Asai, you will temporarily serve as the coroner and examine the body first. No one else should enter this room," Maori Kogoro instructed everyone. In fact, several people had just wanted to enter the room to watch the excitement, but were stopped by Fujiwara Hiroshi.

"Hey! Who are you, you with the little mustache over there? Why aren't you letting us in?" There were only a few people who had seen Mouri Kogoro and his group in the afternoon, and many people had not seen them.

"Um! I'm the famous detective Mouri Kogoro from Tokyo. I'm also well-known across the country!" Mouri Kogoro first coughed pretentiously, and then began to introduce himself.

In Maori Kogoro's imagination, after he finished introducing himself, some fans would exclaim, "Wow, you're Maori Kogoro, the famous detective!" However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. After Maori Kogoro finished his introduction, the islanders immediately started discussing.

Islander A: "Mouri Kogoro? Isn't he a space pilot? When did he become a detective?"

Islander B: "Idiot, that's definitely not it. But I haven't heard of Maori Kogoro, but I have heard of Akechi Kogoro."

Islander C: "How dare you tell others to be less outrageous! The one you're talking about is a detective from a TV show, do you even understand that?"

A group of people were talking to each other, and only Mouri Kogoro was left with a faint sadness. These hateful guys had never heard of me, the famous detective Mouri Kogoro!

"In short, this is a crime scene. You can't come in casually, as it's easy to destroy the scene. This kind of investigation has to be left to us professionals." Kogoro Mouri promptly stopped these guys from discussing endlessly.

"Brother Fujiwara, go ask them for a camera and record the scene firsthand."

Fujiwara Hiroshi went directly to borrow a digital camera from the islanders and began to film the scene.

"Mr. Kawashima should have drowned. Although no autopsy has been performed yet, it is very likely that he drowned." Asai Narumi came in and examined the body and made a preliminary judgment.

"Drowned..." Maori Kogoro muttered to himself, "Combined with the traces on the ground at the scene, the murderer must have called Mr. Kawashima to the beach first, then drowned him, dragged him into the room, arranged the body like this, and then played piano music to attract people to find the body..."

"Uncle, my analysis is consistent with your reasoning. Take a look at the door and window leading to the beach..." Conan interrupted. Fujiwara Hiroshi looked at him helplessly and shook his head. Conan, you have been a little arrogant recently. Why don't you just stop pretending? Your reasoning is the same as Maori Kogoro's.

"What's wrong with the door and window?" Kogoro Mouri was concentrating on thinking at this time and did not hit Conan this time.

"The doors and windows are locked and there are no signs of damage!" Conan said in a deep voice.

"What!?" Maori Kogoro quickly walked to the window and door to check. "That means the criminal locked the back door and window himself. So he can only go back to the memorial service venue. This means the criminal is among the people attending the memorial service tonight!"

"Brother Fujiwara, come here and take a picture of this locked back door and window." Fujiwara Hiroshi nodded and went over to take the picture. After Mao Lilan finished calling the police, she took Fujiwara Hiroshi's place and guarded the door to prevent anyone from entering and destroying the scene.

Kogoro Mouri's analysis was also heard by the people in the front row by the door, who collapsed and shouted, "It must be a curse, Keiji Aso's curse. The same position, the same posture, lying on the piano keyboard. Just like Mr. Kameyama three years ago, in the same room, and also hearing the sound of 'Moonlight Sonata'. Only a ghost can play 'Moonlight Sonata' without touching the keys. This piano is indeed a cursed piano. A ghost must have possessed it and killed Mr. Kawashima."

The person shouting over there was none other than Kazuaki Hirata, who had scolded Kogoro Mori before.

"Really? Is this piano really cursed?" As soon as Mouri Ran heard this ghost story, she started to cooperate.

"It must be, otherwise how could Mr. Kawashima be killed? Or maybe he just accidentally touched this piano, so we should all stay away from this piano to avoid being implicated and cursed." Hirata Kazuaki nodded fearfully.

"You two work together pretty well!" Conan silently complained about his sister Xiaolan in his heart. There was no other way. Once Xiaolan encountered this kind of ghost, she completely lost her ability to think.

Fujiwara Hiroshi couldn't stand it any longer. He saw the two of them working in perfect harmony, shocking the islanders. After taking the photos, he took a tape recorder out of the piano, turned it off, and the song stopped immediately. "What you just said about a curse is pure nonsense! And Mr. Hirata said that only ghosts could play the Moonlight Sonata without touching the keys. How about now? Can you play piano music without touching the keys? Open your eyes and look at the world. You don't even know there are devices like tape recorders?"