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"Hey, kid!"

Conan ran directly to the room where the piano was placed without being stopped by the passerby, and pushed the door open.

A person's arm hung in the air, his entire upper body supported by his head, which had been tilted to one side, resting on the piano. A very long water trail extended from his body...

“It’s Mr. Kawashima…!”

Everyone was shocked. Hua Lantian, who already knew the outcome, stepped forward first to maintain order.

"Alright, alright, everyone, please don't wander around. Wait over there. Doctor Cheng Shi, please come and help take a look. And Xiao Lan, please go get the police. Uncle and I will maintain the situation. Especially you, Conan, please don't run around...!"

"OK" X2

Xiaolan quickly became the alarm tool and ran to call the police, while Dr. Cheng Shi cooperated and walked over to see Mr. Kawashima.

"He is dead...", Dr. Cheng Shi pretended to be ignorant and touched the pulse symbolically, then said with regret.

"What…!"

Kogoro Mouri walked forward in surprise and observed Mr. Kawashima, who had died in a very tragic way.

At this time, Conan was already gritting his teeth as he thought about the contents of the letter:

By the way, the letter had already predicted that someone would die on this Moon Shadow Island on the night of the full moon...!

"Ah, it's a curse! This is the organization of that piano...!"

Oh my god, our Secretary Hirata scared himself, took two steps back in fear, and screamed.

"What kind of curse is this? It's not the piano that's making the sound, it's this tape recorder!"

Kogoro Mouri took out a large old-fashioned tape recorder from somewhere on the piano and said speechlessly.

Then he rushed in front of everyone and said confidently:

"Judging from what happened two years ago, this was a planned murder...!"

“Murder…!”

Secretary Hirata started again.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop saying nonsense. Who the hell are you...?"

The fiancé of Miss Kuroiwa, named Monday, questioned.

"He's the famous detective from Tokyo, Kogoro Mori!"

Hua Lantian came out and snatched the lines from Maori Kogoro.

Kogoro Mouri had already pulled up his clothes and was ready to show his presence, but Hua Lantian snatched the line away. He looked at him resentfully and then coughed.

“That’s right…!”

Who would have thought that the islanders' subsequent conversation would almost make him fall.

"Oh, a space pilot...!" "He often appears in mystery novels, right...?" "That person is Akechi...!" "Then who is this person...?"

Our uncle Maori was so depressed that he ran halfway and felt lost.

"Alright, alright, Uncle Kogoro is very capable anyway, don't worry, the case will be solved soon...!"

Hua Lantian came out again to make his presence felt.

Hearing Hua Lantian's words, Maori Kogoro suddenly felt tears streaming down his face. He touched his nose, then regained his energy and continued to search the scene.

Now, our Conan was squatting there touching the water on the ground, and just when he came to the conclusion, "It's sea water!", he was seen by Kogoro Mouri.

Maori Kogoro grabbed him and threw him aside, saying with disdain, "Don't get in the way, you little brat! I didn't tell you not to move...!"

After throwing aside the imp who he thought was in the way, he also touched the water and concluded that it was sea water.

"The estimated time of death is between thirty minutes and an hour ago. The cause of death was suffocation...! I think Mr. Kawashima must have drowned in the sea..."

Our doctor Cheng Shi, who was trying to take advantage of the situation, "genuinely" examined Mr. Kawashima's body and came to some conclusions, he said.

"Did he die from drowning...?"

Kogoro Maori asked a little confused.

"Without an autopsy, I can't make a definitive conclusion...!"

In order to delay time, Dr. Cheng Shi said this "quite honestly".

Our Conan started to act stupid again. He stared out the window for a while and said:

"I think what Dr. Chengshi said is correct! Look, that coat on the beach must have belonged to Mr. Kawashima. There are also traces of it being dragged from the beach from the door to the piano.

There was also dirt and sand on Mr. Kawashima's back, and considering that all the doors and windows in the room were locked, the first few minutes of the tape should have been blank...!

I'm afraid that during the funeral, the criminal took Mr. Kawashima to the beach and drowned him, then moved the body into this room, locked it, turned on the tape recorder, and walked out of the room to the corridor...!"

Conan looked around and then turned on the recorder to confirm the situation.

"Wow, little Conan is really amazing..."

Our Hua Lantian said something in a sarcastic tone. He wanted to see if Conan could learn his lesson, because if Conan in the original drama didn't learn the rest of the story, he would be in trouble. In addition, if he taught him a lesson now, he would be able to hide himself better.

This gave Conan goosebumps. He suddenly remembered that Hua Lantian was also present. He couldn't show off like he did when he was not around. After all, Uncle Maori would only hit him, and Hua Lantian might not have any good intentions.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly rubbed his head, trying to get away with it, "Ahaha, ahaha, these are all what I learned when I watched Uncle Maori solve cases before. Isn't it amazing? Uncle Maori is the best, worthy of being a famous detective...~"

"This, this guy, when did he, this..."

The "protagonist" Uncle Maori was still in a daze at this time. He didn't expect that Conan had already strolled around and came up with so many things. Then he also heard Conan's compliment.

Just when he was about to hit him with a fist of love, he restrained his fist and accepted Conan's compliment without hesitation.

"Ah, yes, that's right, this guy is always following me around looking for things...! Seriously, every time I tell him to stop running around, hahahaha...!"

"If the door to this room is locked, since we've been staying at the entrance, I think the possibility of the criminal returning to the funeral scene is quite high...!"

Kogoro Mouri held his chin and added some reasoning.

Miss Heiyan also wanted to express her opinion. She was a little scared, and her eyes were still rolling as if she wanted to see more people. She stammered:

"Wait, wait a minute, you mean the criminal is still among us...?"

"That's right, the criminal is in here...!" Kogoro Mouri said coolly.

"Did anyone see Mr. Kawashima leave his seat in the middle of the ritual?" he asked.

Our Heiyan Village Chief was the first to jump out and commit suicide. He acted as an eyewitness, "I know this. I'm sure he said he was going to the bathroom...!"

"Did anyone else see anyone else leave their seat...?" Hua Lantian asked, interrupting Kogoro Mouri again.

But they were still quite cooperative. Miss Kuroiwa's fiancé replied on Monday: "Well, how could I possibly remember everything like that...?"

"So, what if Mr. Kawashima once offended someone...!" Maori Kogoro was afraid that Hua Lantian would steal his lines again, so he spoke quickly.

"It's not that I offended him, but after Mr. Kawashima's death, the person who was most happy was Mr. Shimizu, who, like him, was a candidate for village chief...!"

Village chief Kuroiwa started a series of operations. He seemed to be speaking unintentionally, but in fact he wanted to put the blame of the murder on Shimizu Masato, who was also his competitor.

"What are you talking about? You're the same, aren't you, Village Chief Kuroiwa...!"

When Shimizu Masato saw that the village chief Kuroiwa was slandering him, he became very excited and pointed at him and said.

"Yeah, that's right. If someone hadn't used Mr. Kawashima's votes as their own, my dad would have been elected long ago...!"

Miss Kuroiwa echoed her father and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"What…!"

"Miss…!"

Secretary Hirata quickly ran over to play the good guy.

"Alright, alright, calm down. Let's not talk about this right now...!"

Hua Lantian walked between them, stomped his foot on the floor, and said. At this moment, several cracks suddenly appeared on the floor and there was a sound of slight cracking in the wood. Everyone gasped and then shut up obediently.

After doing all this, Hua Lantian crossed his arms and walked aside, ready to watch Conan's performance. However, he was very excited at this moment, because he had wanted to do this for a long time.

He always thought this was very cool, but he never had the chance. This time he had the chance, so he just did it. Anyway, it would be burned soon.

Our Conan was a little surprised, but he quickly calmed down. After all, he was not surprised by anything he had seen. When he was still a washing machine, he often saw the "female Tyrannosaurus" Xiaolan destroying public property.

Then he began his performance and raised his own question, "But why did the prisoner move the body to this room?"

"That's because he wants to blame the murder on the piano's curse. So, when did this piano start to appear here...?"

It was rare for Kogoro Mouri to be serious. He answered Conan's questions attentively and then raised his own questions.

"That was donated by Mr. Aso fifteen years ago, and it's been here ever since...!"

Secretary Hirata started to cooperate again. He was really afraid that his little secret would be discovered.

"Is that Mr. Aso?"

"Yes, his name is engraved on the keyboard cover...!"

Maori Kogoro opened the keyboard cover upon hearing the sound, and then looked at it, but he was a little bit at a loss as to what to do.

"This, this, this is...? Is this sheet music? That's weird, there wasn't anything like this when I looked during the day...?"

He picked up the sheet music and began to examine it. Little did he know that Mr. Nishimoto was terrified. His body, which had been shaking from the beginning, was shaking even more. Unable to bear it any longer, he ran away screaming.

Uncle Maori was completely confused. He asked curiously, "Who is that person?"

"He's Mr. Nishimoto. After all, he used to be quite powerful, spending a lot of money on alcohol, women, and gambling. But after the previous village chief died two years ago, I heard he seemed to be afraid of something and rarely went out...!"

Secretary Hirata continued his explanation.

"By the way, the village chief and he must have been childhood playmates...!"

He looked at the village chief and said.

"Oh, uh, oh, that's probably the case..."

The village chief Heiyan stammered.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard. Xiaolan pulled an elderly man in uniform, wearing small round glasses and a mustache, and walked in through the crowd. "The police are here...!"

Then they both gasped for breath.