Model worker and his little darling

Since it was already very late, the group laid out Kawashima Hideo's body and went back.

Narumi and Mori's group traveled together.

Narumi looked at Conan and said, "Conan's reasoning is truly amazing."

With interest, Pingqing asked, "Did Conan make any interesting deductions today?"

Conan tried to use his wit and charm to get away with it.

Hirai ignored him, and Narumi then recounted Conan's performance at the crime scene.

After listening, Pingqing patted Conan's big head and said, "Conan is really smart. He can become a famous detective like me in the future."

Conan was very modest: "I'm just imitating Uncle, because I've been observing how he works."

Conan always felt that Hirai was testing him.

Uncle Mori also pressed one hand on Conan's head: "Compared to me, he's still far behind."

Completely ignoring Conan's utterly hopeless expression.

Narumi chuckled and said, "With Mr. Mori's guidance, Conan will definitely become even more amazing in the future. However, I would appreciate it if Mr. Mori could solve the murder case as soon as possible, because I no longer want to do autopsies."

The middle-aged man, emboldened by the beautiful woman's praise, said, "No problem, anything I handle is very simple."

Upon hearing this, Pingqing looked at Narumi with a cryptic smile.

Killing can be addictive, but this is only the beginning. Her heart must be filled with helplessness as she gradually begins to fall into depravity.

When Narumi saw Hirai smiling at her for no apparent reason, her heart skipped a beat. She returned the smile and left.

Suddenly, Conan realized something: "Uncle, more people will be killed. The letter said that the disappearance of the shadow was because it was shrouded in light. The so-called light is the piece of music I heard live in Adachi 12 years ago—Moonlight Sonata..."

The uncle realized that all three things that had happened so far were near the piano, so he immediately ran to the community center.

After watching Conan, Pingqing thought, "Goodness, are you finally letting it go?"

He sighed and said, "Let's go together. Maybe we can be of some help."

Upon arriving at the community center, Uncle Mori had already asked the old policeman to bring a blanket, preparing to meet the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with death) with the corpse.

Looking at Ran and the others who had come with him, Uncle Mori rolled his eyes: "Didn't I tell you to stay at the hotel? I'm fine here on my own."

The veteran policeman was also quite helpless: "You guys are really... What's a little kid doing here?"

Pingqing glanced at the corpse: "Who moved this corpse?"

The policeman, who had already reached the door, turned back and said, "It's me. Even a Buddha would feel sorry for him lying there like that."

Conan climbed onto the piano and discovered that the sheet music was also missing.

The old policeman then pulled it out from his pocket.

Uncle Mori stared speechlessly at the policeman who kept destroying the scene.

Xiao Lan glanced at the sheet music and realized it was the score for "Moonlight Sonata". She played it according to the score, but suddenly the music stopped and produced a piercing noise.

Pingqing sighed, thinking that Xiaolan was truly both literate and skilled in martial arts.

Uncle Mori couldn't help but say, "What are you doing? You're so clumsy."

Xiaolan argued, "No, it's just that this place is strange."

The three immediately crowded around to take a look. Uncle Mori speculated, "If I'm not mistaken, this sheet music contains Mr. Kawashima's message. The culprit might come back to retrieve it."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the prisoner arrived.

Cheng Shi came in carrying food: "I went to ask the hotel and heard that you were still here. I brought you some late-night snacks."

Hearing this, everyone felt hungry.

Pingqing immediately accepted the late-night snack: "It's so late, Dr. Chengshi is really troubling you."

Several people sat cross-legged on the ground, facing the corpse, eating and chatting.

Since Dr. Narumi also performed the autopsy on the former village chief two years ago, Uncle Mori asked many more questions about the details, and the old policeman added his own.

Suddenly, a dark figure flashed past the window, and Uncle Mori and Conan immediately gave chase, but unfortunately they lost sight of it.

Uncle Mori suggested, "Let's take turns staying on duty tonight."

None of them had any objections.

By the middle of the night, Uncle Mori had fallen into a deep sleep and started snoring.

Ran, holding Conan, also drifted off to sleep and became drowsy.

Pingqing glanced at Asenami, who was wide awake and lost in thought, and chuckled before going to the window.

Narumi stared at Heishi's retreating figure, hesitated for a moment, and then followed him.

Seeing that Hirai was staring intently at the darkness outside, he asked, "Mr. Ito, is there anything interesting to see outside?"

"Yes, I think darkness is quite nice."

"What's so good about darkness?"

Pingqing's tone became even gentler: "Darkness is another world."

Narumi stretched her hand out the window: "Oh, really?"

Pingqing leaned close to Narumi's ear, his voice full of temptation: "The darkness is also wonderful, so... Dr. Narumi, are you willing to step into the darkness? As long as you nod, I can help you solve all of this."

"You already know, don't you? Mr. Ito is really hard to believe. But I'm curious, why didn't you tell Mr. Mori and the others that you came together?" He then glanced at the group of people who had already fallen asleep.

"What do you think?"

"It seems that Mr. Ito is also someone who lives in another world."

Heiji didn't answer, but stared into Narumi's eyes and asked, "What's your choice, Aso Narumi, Aso Keiji's son?"

Cheng Shi's eyes widened. He had thought this person had only discovered evidence of his murder, but he hadn't expected that this person knew even his biggest secret.

Chengshi leaned against the wall with her eyes closed: "So how are you going to help me?"

"Two choices. If you still want this identity, I will help you destroy the evidence. I can also help you kill the remaining two people. That way, even if they suspect you, they won't be able to arrest you. However, you may live under surveillance from now on."

"If you give up your current identity, then let Asano become a dead man, and I'll have someone take you away."

Narumi took a deep breath: "The second one, Asahi Narumi, should perish in the fire like my father. As for the remaining two, I'll kill them myself."

"Alright, go ahead and do as you plan. I'll arrange your departure. Actually, your father also hopes you can live." After saying that, he told him about the warehouse where his father kept the sheet music.

After saying that, he left.

Ping Qing nodded in satisfaction. New employee, got it.

Asagi is actually quite good. He has strong hands-on skills, is bold yet meticulous, knows how to do makeup, and can be both male and female. He would make a good intelligence agent.

Remembering Gin's previous talk about forming his own peripheral team, Taira felt that those peripheral members were not trustworthy, but he could train his own people.

For Gin, those peripheral members were just sent to their deaths, and he didn't have many demands on them.

Pingqing sent a message asking the organization to send a boat to pick up the people.

Not long after the two finished talking, Conan and Ran also woke up. Seeing that nothing had changed around them, they breathed a sigh of relief. How did he fall asleep?

She quietly approached Pingqing and asked, "Brother Pingqing, is everything alright?"

Pingqing shook his head: "It's okay, you can continue to sleep. Dr. Chengshi and I will watch over you."

Conan refused, so Hirai didn't say anything either, knowing that Conan definitely wouldn't feel at ease.

The group started whispering amongst themselves, initially worried about waking Uncle Mori and the old policeman who were sleeping.

As a result, their snoring became louder and louder than each other's.

Pingqing glanced at Conan. Sleeping with Uncle Mori must be tough for him; with that snoring, who could possibly sleep?