Model worker and his little darling

Ran grew increasingly frightened as she listened, clinging tightly to Uncle Mori's arm.

After finishing his discussion about Keiji Aso, the director left.

Uncle Mori looked at the letter in his hand, his tone very dissatisfied: "What is this? It's a letter written by the deceased. It's just a prank. How dare they play tricks on me, Kogoro Mori."

"Not necessarily. After all, the other party has already paid the fee, and the postmark is from Moon Shadow Island. So I think it's someone on the island who wants you to help them investigate that Keiji Aso." Conan's eyes sparkled, clearly wanting to investigate thoroughly.

Seeing Uncle Mori and the others discussing going to the community center, Taira Kiyoshi pointed to a pretty young lady on the side and said, "Let's ask this lady for directions."

"Hello, could you please tell me how to get to the community center?"

Pingqing carefully examined the pretty young lady. Tsk, this is the cross-dressing master Asano Minami.

[Host, aren't you a cross-dressing master too?]

"Obviously, I look much better in women's clothing than this Aso."

[It's obvious that the host's skin has become much thicker.]

"Are you also from Tokyo? I was born in Tokyo! This island is different from Tokyo, isn't it? The air is so fresh, and it's so quiet—"

When Asami was praising Kojima effusively—

"Shimizu, Shimizu Masato, please vote for Shimizu Masato."

I’m most afraid of the sudden silence in the air——

Asagi's expression stiffened slightly: "However, this is an exception."

Pingqing glanced at the car that drove by. It seemed that this was a nobody who wanted to use the organization's power to rise in rank, but unfortunately, the organization didn't think much of him.

"Excuse me, what are some fun things to do on this island?"

Asagi was taken aback for a moment, then told Hirakiyo a few places: "The sunsets at the port are beautiful lately, but you should come back early, it gets quite cold at night."

Uncle Mori looked at Hirakiyo: "Hirakiyo, what are you doing?"

Pingqing blinked and looked at Uncle Mori: "Uncle, you're investigating Keiji Aso's matter, but I'm not interested in that. I came to this island to have fun. By the way, Ran, do you want Conan to come along? Uncle, just focus on doing your job."

Uncle Mori muttered a couple of words: "You young people."

When Conan heard that Hirai wanted to invite Ran to see the scenery together, he instantly became jealous and stood between the two of them, saying, "Hirai-nii, you go see it by yourself. Ran-neechan and I still have to accompany Uncle on his investigation."

Ran was initially quite interested, but after hearing Conan's words, she worried that her elderly father would go drinking, so she declined Hirai's suggestion.

Pingqing started wandering around the island by himself.

After finding out where Shimizu Masato and the others lived, Hirakiyo changed his appearance and sneaked in.

It just so happens that most of the people on the island went to the community center to attend the religious ceremony commemorating the third anniversary of the succession of the former village chief, Kameyama.

Killing is such a bloody thing, let Asahi Narumi do it, it's not suitable for this cute little guy.

Tsk, the evidence of drug trafficking is just lying around in the safe, and there's a bunch of old debts that they haven't destroyed.

Pingqing took all the evidence related to the organization, just in case the police found something that shouldn't have been there.

After dealing with the evidence, Pingqing continued to wander around the island and soon encountered the only policeman on the island, so he patrolled with him.

He's such a good person.

That evening, Pingqing went directly to the duty room with the old policeman. The two hit it off immediately and chatted enthusiastically. If they hadn't run out of alcohol, they probably would have already started drinking.

……

While Uncle Mori and his group were investigating Keiji Aso at the community center, suddenly, a melodious piano sound drifted over. Conan's ears twitched, and he rushed towards the piano room in a panic.

Moonlight, it's moonlight.

By this time, a number of people had gathered in front of the piano room, but they were just standing at the door. Conan pushed the door open and rushed in like a cannonball.

In the dimly lit room, a man lay slumped over a piano, his hands hanging limply to the floor. Water dripped from his clothes, forming a water stain, and the eerie sound of the piano echoed in the room.

—Hideo Kawashima.

Uncle Mori stepped forward and checked her pulse: "Ran, call the police quickly."

Turning to Asami Narumi, he said, "Dr. Narumi, would you please perform the autopsy?"

Cheng Shi responded with a "yes" and stepped forward to check the situation.

Conan gritted his teeth, thinking that the letter he sent to Uncle Mori had foretold that someone would die on Moonshadow Island on the night of the full moon.

Suddenly, Secretary Hirata pointed a trembling finger at the piano and shouted, "Ah—it's a curse! This is the curse of the piano!"

Uncle Mori snorted and pulled a radio from beside the piano: "There's no curse. The sound isn't coming from the piano, it's just from this radio. Judging from what happened two years ago, this is definitely a planned murder."

"Hey, who are you anyway?"

Uncle Mori straightened up and straightened his clothes: "I am the famous detective from Tokyo, Kogoro Mori."

The man didn't get the answer he was looking for; instead, he heard someone say, "Oh, a space pilot."

"No."

"Like in mystery novels, right?"

"That person is Kogoro Akechi."

……

After a deep discussion, everyone present still didn't know who this so-called famous detective was, so they turned their attention back to Uncle Mori.

"Who is this person?"

The middle-aged man was holding the piano, head bowed and silent. Wasn't he a famous detective? Why had no one on this island ever heard of him? He was so sad and heartbroken.

Conan, focused on solving the case, dipped his hand in water and smelled it: it was seawater.

At this point, Dr. Narumi began to report the time of death: "The estimated time of death is thirty minutes to an hour ago, and the cause of death is suffocation. I think Mr. Kawashima must have drowned in the sea."

"Did he drown?"

Dr. Cheng Shi shook his head: "Without an autopsy, I can't draw a conclusion."

Conan turned around and said, "I think Dr. Narumi is right. Look, the jacket on the beach outside should belong to Mr. Kawashima..."

Uncle Mori stared dumbfounded at Conan's deduction: "When did this guy...?"

After Conan finished speaking, he looked at the uncle and said, "Isn't that right, Uncle?"

Uncle Mori stammered, "Ah, yes... yes, that's it."

After thinking for a moment, Uncle Mori added, "In my opinion, there is a very high chance that the prisoner will return to the funeral service."

Just as the people inside the house started fighting amongst themselves, Pingqing and the old policeman had already arrived at the scene with Xiaolan.

The policeman looked at the room full of people, adjusted his hat, and asked, "Why did you call me here in such a hurry?"

"This is him, he is Kogoro Mouri."

The old policeman immediately moved closer to Uncle Mori: "Oh, it's that famous one—"

Uncle Mori's expression clearly showed anticipation, until he heard it—

"A space pilot?"

Uncle Mori's face instantly darkened, while Taira Kiyoshi burst out laughing.

Conan was instantly startled. He seemed to have forgotten about a very suspicious person, someone who had been acting alone since arriving on the island—Ito Heikiyo. But how did he end up with the police?

So she moved closer to Pingqing and asked, "Pingqing-gege, why are you with this policeman?"

Ping Qing looked at Conan with a smile: "I met him when I was wandering around the island, and then I followed him on patrol."

"So this is ah."

The older policeman next to Pingqing heard what he said: "That's right, this young man accompanied me on patrol today, and we chatted a lot. There aren't many young people who respect the elderly like this anymore."

Pingqing scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

[Host is getting better and better at pretending.]

"Heh—, Xiao Qi..."