Model worker and his little darling

The forensic doctor on the other end of the phone stated that, as instructed by Uncle Mori, they had examined the deceased's teeth. The deceased's teeth were healthy and did not require medical attention.

Upon hearing this, Shimizu Ryota suddenly took the initiative.

"Perhaps I'm being nosy, but the handwriting on this calendar seems a bit different from Ozawa's. Judging from what the police officer said, the first person to discover this was this landlady, right?"

This move was quite successful, making Uncle Mori suspect the landlady.

"By the way, the first person to discover something is often the culprit. I think the landlady wanted to pin the blame on Shimizu, so she orchestrated all of this."

"I'll write down my dentist appointment on the calendar and put the photo in the entryway. Madam, just to be on the safe side, could you please write it down?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the forensic doctor, following Uncle Mori's instructions, brought in another witness.

The visitor was a deliveryman. He had seen the landlady put an envelope into the electrical box by the door that morning.

Soon, the young police officer found the envelope containing five million in cash.

Inspector Megure tossed the envelope in his hand, looking at the landlady with a serious expression as she hesitated to write.

"What's the deal with this money? Why did you hide it in the electrical box? Please explain."

In an instant, all the evidence pointed to the proprietress.

Now that things have progressed to this point, the proprietress has finally revealed everything.

“This money is what I brought from home. I hid it because I found Wenzhi’s body and wanted to report it to the police.”

"So you killed Xiaoze, and you did all this to frame me!"

"I don't!"

Seeing the proprietress and Shimizu Ryota arguing, Inspector Megure quickly stopped them.

“I wrote the words, and I placed the photos. I did this so that you could arrest Shimizu, this criminal.”

“I came here this morning to persuade Wenzhi to turn herself in. I prepared the money so that I could pay back some of it and perhaps her crime could be lessened.”

"When I saw Fumie's unusual appearance, my first instinct was that Shimizu was behind it."

Although the proprietress kept insisting on confronting Shimizu Ryota, Inspector Megure still wanted to take her away because there were no clues in the room that could identify Shimizu Ryota.

Just then, Officer Kinoshita, following Uncle Mori's instructions, brought in an older man.

"Mr. Mori, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. This is Mr. Inoue from the ice shop."

Hearing that it was his arrangement again, Uncle Mori's lips twitched. This was the third time. He then glared at Hirai and Conan standing next to him.

They just use his name to cause trouble and pull dirty tricks. They should at least tell him beforehand.

Ping Qing and Conan both wore silly grins, since the title of "uncle" was the most effective.

“This person bought 15 kilograms of ice from me yesterday, four blocks in total. I remember him because he brought a very large cooler.”

Unfortunately, Inspector Megure did not take what the boss said seriously.

Having no other choice, Heikiri called out to Inspector Megure, who was rushing back to finish his shift.

"Officer, I think the real culprit is Ryota Shimizu."

Inspector Megure's eyes lit up. "Brother Tairakiyo!"

Ryota Shimizu glanced at Hirai. "That police officer just confirmed my alibi. So tell me, how did I commit the crime?"

Ping Qing raised an eyebrow; this murderer was quite confident.

“Yesterday during the day you gave Miss Ozawa sleeping pills, and after she fell asleep you carried her to the bathroom, put her on a chair made of ice cubes and a bathtub lid, and then tied a wire around her neck and attached a hook.”

"After you've done all that, you go to the class reunion. By nightfall, the ice has gradually melted, and Miss Ozawa has been strangled. When the landlady found the body this morning, the traces of the melted ice had disappeared. The fish scales that should have been stuck to the ice-carrying cooler have also fallen to the ground."

Actually, the murderer was quite clever, using common sleeping pills, ice cubes, and wire to devise such a murder method.

"Don't forget, Xiaoze sent me a message at 5:45. How do you send a message when someone is asleep with a wire around their neck?"

Seeing that Shimizu Ryota was still struggling, Hirai patted Conan on the head.

"Conan, go!"

Conan gave a sweet reply and ran towards the computer desk, but as he ran, he felt like something was off.

Conan picked up the deceased's phone, put it on vibrate, and placed it on the bookshelf above the computer desk. However, it wasn't fully inserted; half of it remained suspended in the air.

After doing all this, Conan looked at Sato and said, "Officer Sato, please dial Ms. Ozawa's cell phone."

After Officer Sato dialed the deceased's cell phone, the phone started vibrating, then fell to the ground and hit the mouse on the table.

The message was sent successfully.

"A simple check of the phone call records will reveal that Mr. Shimizu once called Ms. Ozawa."

Upon hearing this, Shimizu Ryota was clearly flustered.

"But I really didn't kill her. I was in Hiroshima at the time."

Seeing that Shimizu Ryota was still being stubborn, Conan gestured for Sato to look at the knot in the wire.

"Besides the hair that Ms. Ozawa dyed, what else is there?"

Officer Sato took a closer look and said, "It's black and straight, it must be hair."

“Mr. Shimizu, we can find out whose hair it is by testing it.”

"thump……"

Ryota Shimizu knelt down on the ground.

After solving the murder case that suddenly appeared, the uncle finally presented flowers to his idol.

Night fell, and filming ended.

Seeing the black Porsche not far away, Ping Qing's eyes were filled with a smile.

"Koto-chan~"

Gin rubbed his head on his shoulder and started the car.

……

In the evening, the group arrived at the client's home as agreed.

The spacious villa and the melodious piano music reminded Ping Qing of his experiences on Moon Shadow Island and the fire that left a shadow on Conan.

The housekeeper, Ms. Jinqu, was a very serious person, and she glanced at the group with suspicion.

"Mr. Kogoro Mouri? It seems our master didn't arrange to meet you here today, did he?"

Seeing this, Uncle Mori quickly explained, "My client should be his granddaughter, Miss Renshi."

Upon hearing this, the butler adjusted his glasses. "Miss Lianxi is currently at the annex. Please do not disturb her practice, as she will be performing tonight at the master's 72nd birthday celebration."

After the explanation was made clear, the butler led the group into the villa.

Seeing Uncle Mori, Renshi was overjoyed. "That's wonderful! I didn't expect you to actually come here."

I had only said two sentences when an older man walked over.

"Lianxi, how can you slack off? Aren't you supposed to use that for your performance tonight? If you keep slacking off like this, your older brother will scold you."

The visitor was Genzaburo Shitara, a renowned conductor.

After making a brief appearance, Genzaburo Shitara wanted to go back to his room to rest and asked the butler to wake him before the banquet began.

After chatting for a bit, Lianxi led the group to visit her proud uncle.

Upon entering the room, I saw Kyosuke Haga sitting by the window making a phone call, exuding an air of sophistication.

Sure enough, the window is the perfect spot for a handsome guy to show off.

Just then, an ambulance drove by with its siren blaring.

Yuga Kyosuke chuckled and casually recited the scale, "The sound is a bit out of tune." After saying that, he gave a few pointers to the person on the other end of the phone.

Ping Qing raised an eyebrow slightly. Haga Kyosuke, a world-renowned composer, possesses perfect pitch, just like Conan.

Conan could have learned about the "seven children" and the so-called big boss's email address from him.

Unfortunately, there weren't any key press sounds that Conan could use to find out this time.

Looking at the sunset outside the window, Pingqing's gaze gradually deepened.

Crow,

Why sing?

Because on that high mountain,

Seven of the cutest children are waiting for her to come home.

……

"Jiangren, where are you? Jiangren? I just heard the sound of a violin. Was that you? Jiangren..."

Hearing the sound, Pingqing came back to her senses.

An old woman came down the stairs, trembling, muttering to herself, looking somewhat insane.

Lianxi stepped forward to help the old lady up. "Grandma, Dad passed away on this day last year."

An old man followed behind, and he immediately began to criticize the old woman.

"Xuan Yin, how long are you going to keep chasing after that dead man's shadow? Our son, Jiang Ren, is already dead." She then coughed.

The situation was getting a bit out of control, and Renxi needed to comfort the two elders, while Pingqing and his group went to the main house first.

Night falls.

Lianxi is showing off her family's prized possession, a violin that was handcrafted three hundred years ago.

Upon hearing Renki's introduction, Uncle Mori, without any hesitation, picked up his violin and began to play.

His exquisite skill in killing caused everyone present to cover their ears.

The sound was like sawing a table leg, creaking and groaning, which was really unpleasant to hear.

"This violin was made by Antonio Stoladibali of Italy."

The man's face turned pale instantly, his body stiffened, and his jaw dropped.

"Storadybali...Os, this is the legendary... violin worth hundreds of millions!!!"

Hearing the uncle's trembling voice, Xiaolan became very nervous. "Dad, put him down quickly."

"But... my body is stiff and I can't move."

With Xiaolan's help, the violin was finally safely put back into its case, and the uncle breathed a sigh of relief.

Ping Qing narrowed his eyes slightly. He remembered what had happened in this family, all because of this violin.

A true tragedy sparked by a violin!!

After calming herself down, Renki explained the purpose of inviting Uncle Mori.

"Thirty years ago, on my grandfather's birthday, Uncle Xiangfu's father, Uncle Tanjiro, gave this violin to my grandfather as a birthday gift."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Mori successfully discovered the key point: "They are clearly the sons of the same brothers, so why is his surname different?"

"Because on my grandfather's birthday, he was unfortunately attacked by bandits. My grandfather and the others were tied up and unable to move. Uncle Danjiro was injured by the bandits while resisting and died a few days later. Uncle Xiangfu was adopted by my mother's family and also changed his surname."

Uncle Mori looked puzzled. "Do you want me to catch the bandits from 30 years ago?"

Lianxi shook her head. "No, I want to ask you to investigate two chilling incidents that have occurred in the last two years."

"The year before last, my uncle Genzaburo's wife, who was known for her all-around athleticism, fell to her death while going down the stairs. Last year, my father fell to his death while leaning against a rusty railing. My father was always cautious, and yet he died for such a reason... I simply cannot accept it."

"This must have been an accident."

Hearing Lan say this, Lianxi became even more agitated, "No, they all died on my grandfather's birthday. And they were all in Rastoratibalios at the time."

"It's as if I'm cursed by that incident 30 years ago. This year it's my turn to play this violin, and I think I'm bound to encounter misfortune this year. Mr. Mori, please, you must lift the curse."

Uncle Mori sighed helplessly, wondering how he had gotten involved with curses again.

"Hahaha... I'm just a detective, I'm afraid I have no way to break the curse."

Pingqing nodded. Indeed, the uncle and Conan only brought curses.

At that moment, the sharp-eyed Conan noticed a strange light outside the window.

Uncle Mori drew back the curtains and saw that the adjacent villa was already engulfed in flames.

Lianxi was shocked. "Uncle Genzaburo is sleeping in the room over there."

Everyone rushed over immediately. Yuga Kyosuke turned the doorknob twice. "Damn it, the door is locked."

The group immediately started ramming the fire, but the massive flames inside stopped them.

In the center of the fire, Genzaburo Shitara was roasting something delicious.

“Ayane… cough cough, Ayane is still in her room upstairs.”

Seeing that Master Ichiro was walking over shakily, Renxi quickly helped the old man up.

Just then, Yuga Kyosuke poured a bucket of cold water over himself, leaving him with a carefree and unrestrained smile.

"That's just my personality!"

After saying that, he dashed into the sea of ​​fire and rushed to the third floor.

"Uncle, please drive the car to that window quickly, please."

Seeing the soaking wet Conan catch up with Kyosuke Haga, Hirai and Renki helped the old man out, deciding not to get involved in this matter.

Inside the house, Kyosuke Haga picked up the unconscious old man, while Conan kicked the window open.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them jumped out of the window and landed safely on the roof of the car that Uncle Mori had just driven over.

Seeing the dent on the car, Pingqing blinked. This guy is a real vehicle killer!

Now, I'm really going to be blacklisted by the car rental company.

The old lady was rescued safely, but Genzaburo tragically perished in the fire.

By the time the fire truck arrived, Genzaburo Shitara and the villa had already become history.

The scene was almost like the conductor playing his last movement for himself.

Grandma Ayane strongly refused the ambulance's invitation.

"Excuse me, could you please do as my wife wishes? My son was also taken away by ambulance a year ago and never came back. I think she doesn't want to ride in the same vehicle."

With no other option, the paramedics had to provide emergency treatment on the spot.

The butler went up to inquire about Haga Kyosuke's injuries, but Haga Kyosuke shook his head and returned to the main house.