I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

The sound of wooden fish echoed in the solemn hall as monks performed the ritual sat upright at the front of the platform, chanting scriptures and wishing the deceased peace.

"Kawashima, you hired a detective to spy on me, didn't you?"

The village chief of Black Rock Village had been restless since the news of the detective's arrival, and his attendance at the mourning was merely to maintain his public image.

Kawashima Hideo ignored him, only glancing at Asai Narumi who was still sitting comfortably at the table, before getting up and leaving first: "Think what you want, I'm going to the restroom."

As agreed, he arrived early at the room where the "cursed piano" was placed.

A gentle sea breeze drifted through the wide-open back door, carrying a veil of moonlight into the center of the music room, where a figure had been waiting for some time.

"Can you tell me now?"

The figure did not answer, but instead approached step by step, following the rhythm of the tide.

As the figure drew closer, Hideo Kawashima gradually realized that something was wrong.

When he appeared, Dr. Asai was clearly still sitting in his seat; it was impossible for him to have arrived before him.

Hideo Kawashima unconsciously took a half step back.

"Kawashima, are you trying to run away?"

The deep, familiar voice snapped the last string in his mind.

He would never forget that voice, even if he were burned to ashes!

For the past twelve years, this damned man and the sound of the piano have haunted his dreams, refusing to give him any peace!

"You are...?" Aso Keiji!

Before Hideo Kawashima could cry for help, a nauseating stinging sensation came from his throat.

Disguised as Keiji Aso, Haruya Kuromon took advantage of the moment when the throat ointment was in effect, grabbed Hideo Kawashima by the collar with one hand and dragged him toward the beach outside the music room, like a butcher preparing to deal with livestock.

"Wait, cough cough, wait! Please don't, help me—"

By the time Asai Narumi arrived after receiving the news, Kuromon Haruya had just changed into her female doctor's outfit, which, of course, included pants.

“Father, Mr. Elena.”

On the mottled beach, Hideo Kawashima, with a tie stuffed in his mouth, looked like a bound insect wriggling in fear.

"You've arrived. He has already explained everything he knows. The rest is up to you."

After handing the camera to Asai Narumi through a handkerchief, Kuromon Haruya turned and left.

He had to hurry back to the bathroom to adjust his disguise and create an alibi for "Asai Narumi" to mislead the public.

Gazing at the shimmering sea under the moonlight, Asai Narumi sat on Kawashima Hideo's back and pressed the play button with her already trembling hands.

When he looked up, the guilt he felt for taking his life vanished completely, and the burning hatred consumed any remaining struggle in his heart.

Asai Shigemi looked at the sheet music in his hand: "Is this why you suggested changing the code, Mr. Elena?"

...

When Asai Narumi returned to the venue from the restroom, only five minutes had passed since he left.

The monotonous chanting made me drowsy; I don't know how others could resist the drowsiness.

Just as he was struggling to suppress his ninth yawn, the melodious Moonlight Sonata finally arrived, unveiling the curtain on this revenge drama.

"Xiaolan, quickly report this to the police station! Everyone else present, don't leave yet!"

Having confirmed that Hideo Kawashima had lost vital signs, Kogoro Mouri expertly began sealing off the scene: "Ms. Narumi, please take charge of the autopsy!"

Having been pushed to the edge of the crowd, "Asai Narumi" stepped forward and replied, "Okay!"

"Based on the degree of rigor mortis and livor mortis, the time of death should be 30 to 60 minutes ago. The deceased had internal bleeding in the eyes, and there were fine foams remaining in the mouth and nose. At the same time, there were no obvious external injuries, so it should be believed that the cause of death was drowning. Of course, an autopsy is still needed to determine the true cause of death."

Asai Narumi handled the situation quite swiftly and cleanly; there were no obvious signs of restraint on the victim's hands and feet, and no skin flakes or clothing fibers left between his fingers from the struggle.

Apart from the clues they left behind, there were no other oversights at the crime scene, such as stray hairs or watermarks.

His operational skills are pretty good too, worth 15 vodkas. Should we assign him to the operations team? He still hasn't approved Gin's vacation request…

"Uncle Maori, there's a camera over there!"

Conan leaned against the windowsill of the music room, pointing out to the beach.

On the dim sea, Hideo Kawashima's coat fluttered forlornly in the waves, while outside the back door of the music room, a camera flashing red light was recording.

Kogoro Mouri snatched the camera from Conan and pressed play.

In the scene, a tall man stands with his back to the camera, waiting quietly in the center of the room. The door to the music room opens, and Hideo Kawashima enters, intending to start a conversation, but then turns pale with shock.

"Kawashima, are you trying to run away?"

Amidst the footage that everyone thought was a silent film, a question suddenly rang out.

"It's Keiji Aso—"

In that instant, Ken Nishimoto, who was filled with unease in the crowd, let out a cry of fear and turned to stagger away into the distance.

Kogoro Mouri was a little confused: "Who is that guy?"

“He is Mr. Nishimoto. He used to be quite powerful and would often gamble away fortunes, but since the previous village chief passed away, he seems to be afraid of something and rarely goes out,” the village chief’s secretary, Hirata, explained.

"That's strange, why did he suddenly run away?"

"That's because the voice coming from the video is that of Keiji Aso, who has already died."

Just then, Xiaolan arrived at the crime scene with the town's only old policeman.

The old policeman stroked his beard, leaned forward, and listened again.

"Mr. Kuroiwa, you could tell too, right? After all, the five of you grew up together."

Conan turned to look at the village chief, Mr. Kameyama, and sure enough, he saw a face as pale as flour.

The footage from the camera continued to play, showing Keiji Aso carrying the struggling Hideo Kawashima through the back door onto the beach. Due to the limited camera angle, they had no way of knowing what the victim had gone through.

After about ten minutes of empty shots, a soaking wet Keiji Aso reappeared in front of the camera. He brought the camera to his mouth and whispered, "Understand? You're next."

Then, under the full moonlight, the ghost of Keiji Aso walked to the bottom of the water and eventually sank. Half an hour later, Conan came to the camera and stopped the broadcast.

Ran Mouri instinctively hugged Conan tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "Could it really be the ghost of Keiji Aso causing trouble?"

No! This isn't some ghost seeking revenge; it's the murderer's deliberate misdirection!

"Huh, that's strange. Why was the moon on the left when this person entered the water, and then suddenly jumped? And how did the door to this music room close?"

Kogoro Mouri picked up the camera and started replaying the footage. Sure enough, at the point Conan mentioned, the moon's position suddenly shifted slightly backward.

Kogoro Mouri stroked his chin thoughtfully: "That's strange. This camera isn't the kind that can edit videos."

"Could it be a pause function? The murderer set up a camera beforehand, lured Mr. Maekawa here, and then brutally murdered him."

Afterward, the killer took the camera to the beach and pretended to jump into the sea, but actually swam ashore quietly and pressed the pause button on the camera. After arranging the scene, he resumed recording, waiting for the recorder to play music.

"The evidence is that the back door of the music room can only be closed from the inside. If you turn the camera volume up to the maximum, you can hear the sound of footsteps crunching in the sand!"

According to Conan, they soon discovered the same clue and found sheet music with coded messages on the piano.

However, considering that this would make everyone present a suspect, and that it was too late for the police to arrive until the next morning, the veteran officer had no choice but to let everyone leave and go home, and to conduct a group questioning the next day.

On the way back, "Asai Narumi," who was following behind Conan, didn't forget to put Ran in her place: "Conan's reasoning is really good—amazing! He speaks very persuasively. Maybe he can become the next Shinichi Kudo!"

Shinichi Kudo himself is right in front of you, he's not so easy to replace! Conan appeared guilty on the surface, but secretly he was already feeling quite cocky.

Looking at "Asai Narumi" standing under the light, Conan suddenly thought of that warning letter: Wait? It's starting to disappear, which means there will be more than one such incident!

Upon hearing Conan's deduction, the Mori family hurriedly ran back to the community center.

"Asai Narumi" stood still, and after confirming that they had gone far away, she sent a message.

[From Elena: The Mori family is on their way. Hurry.]

[Completed.]

Asai Narumi took out a shopping bag she had hidden beforehand from a stall in the women's restroom. The bag contained the bento boxes, drinks, and ice packs they had bought in advance that afternoon.

A dozen minutes later, Kogoro Mouri's helpless complaints could be heard through the door, indicating that the family of three had rushed back to the scene.

Five minutes later, Asai Narumi appeared in front of the music room carrying shopping bags: "I saw that you rushed back without eating, so I bought some bento boxes."

Glug~ Glug↑ Glug↓

Seemingly realizing they hadn't eaten since arriving on the island, the Mori group's stomachs began to rumble with delight.

"Oh, then we won't stand on ceremony! Thank you so much." Kogoro Mouri took the shopping bag and laid out the food items inside one by one.

Ran Mouri specially packed a small portion of late-night snack for Conan, but when she turned around, she found him still engrossed in studying the sheet music.

"Conan, you're still looking at the sheet music for Moonlight Sonata? If you don't eat something, you won't grow tall."

"What?! Sister Xiaolan, you're saying this is the sheet music for Moonlight?!"

"Yes, it's the first movement of the Moonlight Concerto." Ran Mouri took the sheet music and began to play it on the piano.

"The last few notes are strange; they're not the notes of moonlight."

Conan jumped onto the piano bench and grabbed Ran Mouri's finger: "Ran-neechan, point it out to me."

Notes, piano keys, keyboard—connecting the clues, Conan immediately understood the coded message on the sheet music:

Mercy can only be found in the shadows.

Just then, the old sheriff and Uncle Mori approached Keiji Aso: "Keiji Aso is indeed dead, leaving behind only a musical score in a fireproof safe."

As soon as the words were spoken, the light and soothing second movement of Moonlight Sonata came from the speaker.

"Old sir, quickly go and bring that sheet music over!"

After saying that, Conan quickly ran towards the broadcasting room of the community activity center.

When he arrived at the broadcasting room, Kameyama Isamu was already dead at the control panel, stabbed in the back of the neck. On the floor beside him, the murderer had written a coded message in blood:

The hatred fueled by the fire of karma is now being avenged.

what--

That voice... it's Xiaolan!

Without time to investigate the scene, Conan rushed downstairs after hearing the scream.

The warehouse door of the activity center was open, and Ran Mouri and Kogoro Mouri were kneeling in front of the door.

Inside the warehouse, Ken Nishimoto was hanging from a beam, his body contorted as if he had hanged himself. A suicide note written in coded language lay at his feet, and a tape recorder in the corner was playing the third movement.

"The murder was arranged so tightly, can that little detective you mentioned really solve the case, Mr. Elena?"

Asai Narumi leaned against the corridor outside the broadcasting room, recalling his conversation with Elena the day before, while also awaiting the upcoming trial.

"Don't underestimate that kid. The more pressure he's under, the better he can solve the mystery."

"But you, have you already decided to say goodbye to this identity? If Asano Minami passes away, many people will be heartbroken."

However, Asahi Sakai stopped living for herself after that fire twelve years ago.

"Surrender, Dr. Narumi, or rather, the serial killer, Aso Keiji's son, Aso Narumi!"

Conan, panting, pushed open the door to the second floor, holding the sheet music he had just gotten from the old policeman.

Asagi listened silently as the young detective deduced the whole story without knowing the existence of a second person, recounting the filth and resentment of the previous generation.

Asahi's life was almost completely dissected by these astute deductions, exposed in its raw and bloody form under the moonlight.

"You're right, little detective."

Asagi untied the hair tie and revealed her true voice to everyone for the first time.

Just when Conan thought he was going to confirm his reasoning and state his motives like the previous criminals, Asami suddenly turned around with a feint and jumped out of the window.

Conan leaned out of the window, but couldn't see a single person.

The final note in this revenge drama is the Moonlight Sonata, which plays once again!

"That sound is from the music room!"

Fueled by the accelerant, the flames engulfed the corridor and passageway in an instant. The wooden structure facilitated the spread of the fire, and thick smoke billowed from the cracks in the floorboards, obscuring the sky and the moon.

Asagi sat in front of the piano, which had been coated with fire-retardant material, recalling the last remaining moments of her childhood.

"This isn't over yet!"

A small figure wearing a coat emerged from the flames, carrying a stack of sheet music, and rushed towards Asagi Narumi.

“Look!” Conan walked up to him and showed him the last page of the sheet music. “Doesn’t the sheet music your father left behind say ‘Nari, you must live well on your own’?”

No wonder Mr. Elena asked me to wait here; it turns out he was waiting for this child.

Asagi looked at Conan's hair, which had become curly from the flames, and smiled with relief.

"I also wanted to know sooner to write it down. But it was too late; my hands were already stained with the blood of those four people."

He lifted Conan from under his armpits, aimed him at the window of the music room, and threw him with all his might.

call out--

Conan Edogawa smashed a window and was caught in Ran Mouri's arms, who was waiting outside.

Yoruichi Kuromon opened the back door, looked at Asano Minami who had already fainted due to the thick fog, and sighed.

"Honestly, even though I was promised to take over this part, you can't be this relaxed!"

Despite complaining, as the mastermind behind this embellishment, Kuromon Haruya obediently played the coded message "Thank you, little detective" on the piano before placing Hirata, dressed in a female doctor's uniform, on the piano.

Upon reaching the beach, he put a life jacket on Asagi Nami that he had prepared beforehand and jumped into the icy sea.

Thus, the Moonlight Sonata that had run through the Aso family's fate came to an end, witnessed by the full moon, bringing this final tragedy to a close.

Achoo!

On a yacht outside Moonshadow Island, Kuromon Haruya, holding a camera equipped with a medium telephoto lens, took a series of deadly photos of the burning buildings on the beach and Conan watching from the side.

"Boss, please put on a towel, be careful not to catch a cold!"

Beside Kuromon Haruya, a handsome cat-eyed man with black hair and blue eyes was serving her a steaming bowl of cocoa.

"Yes, ordinary people can catch a cold. Thank you, Jingguang."