Model worker and his little darling

The next day, Inspector Megure arrived with his men.

Seeing the bloodshot eyes of Hirakiyoshi and Narumi, he said, "Brother Hirakiyoshi, thank you for your help last night. You should go and rest first, and we can continue the questioning later."

Pingqing nodded and walked to the side, leaning against the wall to pretend to sleep. He could still manage without sleeping all night.

With police everywhere and people coming and going, it was impossible for him to sleep under such circumstances.

Inspector Megure walked over to Uncle Mori, who was still fast asleep, and kicked him in exasperation.

"Brother Mori, brother Mori, it's already noon."

Uncle Mori opened his eyes and saw Inspector Megure: "Inspector Megure, what brings you here?"

Megure yelled at Uncle Mori, "This island belongs to Tokyo too! And you, an adult, how could you sleep soundly while a few kids guarded it all night? What if something happened?"

Uncle Mori awkwardly followed Inspector Megure to begin investigating the case.

There were 38 people participating in the religious ceremony. Inspector Megure questioned them one by one until the afternoon before it was Hiraki and a few others' turn.

However, Ken Nishimoto lingered at the scene, as if something was wrong. When he walked out, Conan followed him.

Not long after, the sound of a piano under the moonlight came again. Everyone rushed towards the sound and saw Ken Nishimoto sitting at the door with a look of horror on his face. Conan was also stunned.

Ping Qing glanced at the scene. The village chief of Heiyan was lying inside, a dagger stuck in his back, his death was horrific.

Tsk, that's pretty ruthless.

Cheng Shi volunteered to perform the autopsy: "I believe the deceased was brutally murdered just minutes before the body was discovered."

"Inspector Megure, here is sheet music written in blood."

Uncle Mori frowned as he looked at the sheet music: "Could this also be the victim's last words?"

Conan squatted down beside him, taking notes of the sheet music in his notebook: "If we had the time and energy to write these things with our own blood, we could have gone outside to ask for help long ago. I think this must have been left by the murderer."

Uncle Mori, listening to Conan's incessant chatter, slapped him right onto the sheet music.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he immediately picked up Conan and said, "Idiot, don't touch important evidence."

Seeing that the sheet music was intact, the group breathed a sigh of relief.

Pingqing touched his ears; the scream just now was no less than a soul-summoning ritual, and it gave him a headache.

Heijiro carried Conan outside, and Inspector Megure had already begun questioning the suspect.

"Brother Pingqing, can you read this sheet music?"

Ping Qing shook his head; he really couldn't understand it.

Ran watched as Conan and Hirai kept muttering to themselves while holding a small notebook: "Conan, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at the sheet music left by the murderer, but I can't understand the sharps and flats. They must be related."

Xiaolan looked at it carefully: "In the case of a piano, it refers to the black keyboard."

Conan, having received the hint, fell into deep thought, while Hirai looked at the suspects fighting amongst themselves, especially Kuroiwa Reiko, whose saliva was almost spraying onto Inspector Megure's face.

Sudden--

"Do you understand? You're next."

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound; it was Conan.

"Starting from the left side of the piano keyboard, fill in the English letters one by one in sequence..."

After the explanation, Uncle Mori pressed on, "Then what about the sheet music written in blood just now?"

“The resentment of sin is eliminated here.”

"It's that pianist from twelve years ago..."

Ken Nishimoto looked like he'd seen a ghost: "It's that guy, Keiji Aso is still alive."

The old policeman pushed open the door and came in. Upon hearing Nishimoto Ken's words, he began to refute: "He is dead. The bones found at the fire scene were compared with the teeth, and they were indeed his family. Everything was destroyed at the time, except for the sheet music in the fireproof safe."

"Where are those sheet music pieces?" Uncle Mori yelled at the old policeman.

"It's in the community center's warehouse, but the key to the warehouse is at the police station..."

Inspector Megure waved his hand: "Then hurry up and get it."

The poor old policeman was forced to leave again as soon as he arrived.

Conan hurriedly chased after him.

Pingqing thought about it, everything was already arranged, and he didn't really want to do anything, so he decided to just leave it at that.

More than an hour later, Conan and the old policeman returned with the keys.

Pingqing stood to one side: "There seems to be a sound coming from the piano room."

Conan charged into the music room like a cannonball. A man in black broke the glass and escaped, leaving Murasawa lying on the ground after being attacked.

Suddenly, Xiaolan's scream came from the warehouse again.

Conan rushed into the warehouse again and saw that Ken Nishimoto was dead, hanged.

Pingqing watched Conan running around, thinking, "This little guy with short legs is pretty fast."

Heiji picked up the suicide note next to Nishimoto Ken and handed it to Inspector Megure. As soon as Uncle Mori heard the contents of the suicide note, he said it was suicide.

"I don't think it was suicide. Without something to stand on, there's no way to hang yourself."

Uncle Mori stroked his chin: "Could it be that you kept it?"

Conan rolled his eyes: "How could that be? That's exactly what happened when Ran, Hirai, and I saw it. We also saw a suspicious person attack Mr. Murasawa and then run away."

Conan then groped around under the piano and found a hidden door.

Suddenly, he noticed some white powder on the ground. Conan dipped his hand in it and prepared to taste it.

Upon seeing this, Pingqing slapped Conan to the ground: "Do you even know what this is? You dare to put it in your mouth? Aren't you afraid it's poisonous? You'll have nowhere to cry if you die."

Conan rubbed his head: "Hehe—, I know, I won't do it again."

Conan sniffed it: "Brother Pingqing, it's heroin."

Ping Qing glanced at Conan sideways: "You know about this too?"

"My dad's in Hawaii... uh..."

Pingqing smiled, then got up and went to Uncle Mori's side.

Conan watched Hirai's retreating figure. Sure enough, he was doubting him. After thinking for a moment, he decided that solving the case was the priority.

Just then, the old policeman came over, panting, with Keiji Aso's sheet music. Conan jumped up, grabbed the sheet music, and started reading. He finally understood everything, including the fact that Keiji Aso was a cross-dresser.

Conan ran all the way to the broadcasting room, and Uncle Mori followed him in.

Conan saw that his accomplice had arrived, and it was time to get started on his antics. He pulled out a tranquilizer dart and knocked out Uncle Mori, then began his forte: deduction.

The people on the first floor were so engrossed in the deduction that they didn't notice that Narumi had quietly left.

After hearing the whole story, the police were about to arrest the criminal when they discovered that the person had already vanished!

Inspector Megure waved his hand dismissively: "Go find it now!"

Then, the sound of a zither was heard again.

By the time everyone reached the piano room, a raging fire had already broken out.

Conan rushed in with the sheet music in hand: "The sheet music your father left behind says, 'Nari, you must live well on your own.' Take a look..."

Narumi looked at Conan Ken's little face and shook her head: "It's too late, little detective."

Perhaps the raging fire stirred up Narumi's memories, so she began to talk to Conan about the past.