The current village head, Heiyan Chenji, seemed to be deliberately leaving the uncle and them dry, saying that he was busy doing things under the pretext of letting the uncle wait outside the door. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Sitting on the steps outside the door, I waited until it was dark.

The moon has risen and the temperature has begun to drop.

At night, it's like this.

The uncle was bored and lay directly on the steps, cross-legged, looking at the moon in the sky.

It's really hard for him to be in his thirties, and he's still like a young man.

But you can't blame him, who let him cross over to Maori Kogoro without dying.

This is the only thing that the uncle cares about, obviously he is not that old.

"Alas......"

The cranky uncle lamented.

Fate makes people, and there is nothing he can do.

Unless he crosses over again, he will only be an uncle.

Conan also sat on the side, as if thinking about something.

I guess it's because of the piano.

Judging from the timbre and pitch, it is obvious that the piano is often tuned and calibrated, not like something that has been placed there for several years and no one has paid attention to it.

And there is also that letter, which sent a letter of entrustment to the uncle in the name of the dead man, and also gave the commission fee.

What does this mean exactly? Do you really want to entrust your uncle to investigate the truth about Keiji Aso's death that year?

But it's been 10 years, and it's hard to investigate.

Xiaolan, who was standing on the side against the doorpost, didn't think about it so much, just looked at the uncle.

She felt that it was necessary to keep her uncle and Asai Narumi at armour, otherwise, something big would happen.

Fortunately, Asai Narumi has nothing special about his uncle, which makes Xiaolan breathe a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, if Lang really has a concubine, the consequences will be unimaginable.

It's really serious.

The three of them, each thinking about their own business, were silent and did not speak.

Although people are together, their thoughts are not in the same dimension.

And at this time, a "ding-dong" piano sound sounded.

On this quiet night, the sound of music wafts like this, making the night seem more quiet.

Uncle was going to appreciate it.

But suddenly I thought of something, and I jumped up directly.

Conan's face also changed.

Without saying anything, two people, one big and one small, directly pushed open the door and rushed in, running towards the room where the piano was placed.

Xiaolan also followed closely behind.

At this time, some people had already come to the door because they heard the sound of the piano, but they all seemed to hesitate and did not dare to enter.

Uncle and Conan didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, squeezed through the crowd, and pushed the door open very roughly.

As far as the eye could see, a man was sitting on the piano, without any movement.

The piano was still playing, but no one was playing.

The uncle stopped the others and walked in on his own.

There was still nothing extra in the room except for the piano.

There was just a trail of water on the floor, which led to the doorway behind the public hall, and outside, the sea.

I walked over to the piano, grabbed his hand and felt it, then put it around my neck.

For a long time, he shook his head.

"It's dead."

The murder case appeared again, which made the uncle feel a little bad.

Within two days, he encountered a murder in the art museum, and as a result, a person who had forgotten his New Year's friendship went to prison.

What will happen this time?

This point is unpredictable now, but uncle, there is always a bad premonition.

Perhaps, something big will happen.

asked Xiaolan to call the police, and by the way, called Asai Chengshi over and asked her to help examine the body.

And the village chief's secretary who received the uncle before had a panicked expression on his face.

"Curse! It's the curse of that piano! ”

"Cut! Curse you, big-headed ghost! ”

The uncle was very unhappy with his performance.

Directly behind the piano, he took out a tape recorder, the kind that is rarely seen in later generations, and can play tapes.

"It's just this tape recorder that's making the sound."

As he spoke, he turned off the tape recorder and set it aside.

Then, touch your chin thoughtfully.

The former village head, Kameyama, also died here, and when he died, he also heard the sound of the piano, and it was all a moonlight sonata.

"Judging from the previous village chief's affairs, it is clear that this was a premeditated killing."

The uncle made his own inferences.

The words have to be made clear, after all, wait a minute, you still need to get these people to cooperate with the investigation, and you can't let them leave.

Because the murderer is most likely among these people.

Moreover, it is likely that it is still related to Keiji Aso, who died forty years ago.

Uncle came here because of Keiji Aso, and the letter also said that on the night of the full moon, the shadows began to disappear again.

If this is understood as a murder, it is easy to explain.

At this moment, a tall, thin man wearing a gray knitted hat spoke.

"Hey, don't talk nonsense."

"And who are you?"

A woman standing next to the man also spoke.

They are the daughters and sons-in-law of the current village chief, Murasawa Monday, Reiko Kuroiwa.

Since they sincerely inquired, the uncle also decided to tell them compassionately, in order to ......

"In Shimomori Kogoro, a detective from Tokyo!"

The uncle said, and sorted out his clothes by the way, as if to make him look more handsome.

Although he is not a detective yet, he doesn't care about this title in advance.

However, everyone said they didn't know and hadn't heard of it.

In this regard, the uncle can only decisively change the topic.

"Anyway, I'll wait here, I'm going to investigate this now."

Hearing what the uncle said, although everyone present couldn't help but talk a little, they didn't object.

In this world, the social status of detectives is still relatively high, and they will generally not be opposed to conducting an investigation at the scene of a crime, unless they meet some relatively strong people or policemen.

Anyway, after the order was given, the uncle didn't bother to care.

These people will not and dare not leave, and if they leave at this time, they can easily be regarded as suspects.

I took out my cigarette case, took out my cigarette and lit it, bit it into my mouth and took a puff.

Then he put a cigarette between his fingers and began to investigate the case.

The current investigation is more troublesome, and it can only collect some evidence and the like, and there are no suspects, so it is impossible to make targeted inferences.

If you want to talk about reasoning, it is generally based on the existing evidence, cooperate with the locked suspect, and then connect all the evidence in series, if it makes sense, the suspect is likely to be the murderer, if it doesn't make sense, then the murderer may be someone else.

Now there are no suspects, and evidence can only be collected on the spot.

The evidence is also relatively simple, and some are obvious.

For example, I dipped a little bit of water on the ground with my finger and licked it in my mouth.

Salty, a little bitter and astringent, is seawater.

Standing up, he walked over to the window and took a look, where Conan was also looking outside.

Then the light was revealed, and soon a coat was found floating on the shore.

Obviously, it was the coat of the deceased.