Chapter 49 Moonlight – Mein Sohn, was birgst du so bang dein Gesicht

"Whatever you want to say you will prophesy, I will believe. You say science, but you, an obstetrician and gynecologist, have to tell me why. Mori Kogoro said.

"Resonance." "According to the principle of resonance, substances of similar frequencies attract each other and then resonate. I wonder tonight will resonate with the death of the previous village chief two years ago. ”

Du Kang is serious nonsense. Trying to explain metaphysical problems in terms of scientific principles. This can be regarded as Du Kang's bad taste. Don't force the unknowable, but push the unknown from the known.

Although he is not a neurology major, Du Kang also transferred to that department and knows a little bit about neurology. Neurology, on the other hand, is called metaphysics by other specialties. Well, it's similar to headphones, "I like to listen to wind power in the Altai region of Xinjiang the most" or something.

"In a sense, detectives and cases can be regarded as the role of resonance." Thinking of Conan, known as the schoolboy of the Grim Reaper, Du Kang tries to explain all this with scientific principles.

"Well, the incident is attracting detectives." Kogoro Mori came to such a conclusion through Du Kang's "principle".

Actually, that's right. It's like walking to work all day and passing by a hospital on the way. But you may not pay attention to this hospital. However, if you are a medical worker, you will pay more or less attention to this section of the hospital.

And the detective too, maybe a bunch of people happened to come across this case, but other people saw the case and quickly ran away, while the detective approached like a shark smelling blood. Over time, some people may think that the detective is bound to the case. And the so-called, the principle that the case is attracting detectives, or dead schoolchildren, should be like this.

There's a sense of natural selection. Everyone walked by, and the detective chose to go over and take a look.

And while the two old men were talking, Conan pushed open the door to a room.

"What a beautiful piano." Conan looked surprised as a child.

And at this time, the village chief's secretary came over again.

"Conan, don't run around." Du Kang said.

"Stinky little ghost." Although he couldn't wait to give him a five-star kidney blow in the past, Maori Kogoro didn't forget that at this time, he and Du Kang and his party were just strangers who happened to meet.

"Hey, that piano." The village chief's secretary watched as Conan lifted the lid of the piano and sat down on the bench.

"It looks expensive." Du Kang commented on the piano.

Although Du Kang didn't know much about the piano, his understanding of the piano only stopped at knowing that Steinway's piano was very awesome, and he didn't know anything else. However, it is obvious that grand pianos are generally not bargains, and the one in front of them is a grand piano, which also looks very textured.

"That piano is," said Kazuaki Hirata, the village chief's secretary, in a trembling voice, "that piano is the cursed piano that Mr. Aso played at the concert on the day of his death." ”

"Cursed?" Du Kang repeated the words of Kazuaki Hirata, "It's really an interesting research topic. ”

Du Kang looks like a mad scientist, and has an unusual interest in this kind of subject.

"Is there really a curse? Isn't it a coincidence? Du Kang looked at Hirata Kazuaki and asked. It's as if questioning whether the so-called "curse" is just everyone's "superstition", or some kind of created god, demon, wizard or something.

"Definitely not a coincidence." Hirata Kazuaki's voice trembled violently, "The same thing happened to the former village chief. ”

Kazuaki Hirata used multiple examples to tell Du Kang that this was really a "curse", not a coincidence, and not a scary person.

"Oh, repeatability. Is this really a curse? It's like science. Du Kang said.

Curse this thing, you can't say that there is none. Just because you haven't seen something doesn't mean you don't have it. Before humans came up with the concept of oxygen, it was not carbon dioxide that was inhaled into the lungs.

However, this "cursed piano", which killed two big bulls in succession, really made the mysterious thing of "curse" too cheap. At the very least, it should have been a few people who sat on it, and then suddenly killed one, and then a few people who sat on it, and killed another one. It's like a woman hanging a man's appetite, not talking to death first, but giving you a sweetness from time to time, which makes you want to stop. If you want to go further, you can't always say that you can't succeed; said that he gritted his teeth and simply gave up, but he was not very willing.

And the "curse" of this "cursed piano" is who sits and who dies. This kind of thing, which seems to be a shot, feels like even from a fantasy point of view, it is too mysterious—this success rate is too high, this is not mysterious.