"But this piano is still usable." Nan Ling opened the lid of the piano and casually struck a few notes on it.
"Ah - please don't do this!" The village chief's secretary panicked and drove them out, locking them outside the room where the piano was placed. "Anyway, please wait at the entrance until the ceremony is over."
Kogoro Mouri complained a few times in a low voice, while Ran Mouri whispered comfort to him.
"What do you think?" Nan Ling sat down next to Conan, who was thinking with his head down. He supported himself on the chair with both hands and leaned forward slightly. "You also found the piano, right?"
Conan's expression was serious. "Ah, it's been many years since anyone has used it, but the sound is still very accurate. And that letter, I don't know what it means..."
"I think it's a murder notice." Nan Ling said the terrifying words lightly.
Conan turned his head in surprise, "What—"
"Listen." Nan Ling closed his eyes slightly, and the melodious piano sounded at the right time, "The moon is rising from the clouds."
Conan's eyes widened, obviously not understanding why Nan Ling didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
"This is... moonlight!" He jumped up from the bench and ran to the door of the piano room like a flash.
"Little brother! What are you doing!?"
"Bang--" Conan pushed the tightly closed door open, and the person sitting next to the piano had lost his vital signs.
Screams rang out one after another.
Nan Ling looked at the chaotic crowd and smacked his lips softly.
"When the moonlight shines down, the shadow will disappear... That's what the letter meant."
He pondered for a moment.
Then I felt like I had a lot to complain about.
"Did the murderer not learn optics well? Or is it that he lacks common sense? Does he understand that there is light before there is a shadow? If there is no light source, where can we find the shadow? If there is moonlight, the shadow will appear, right? How can this disappearance happen?!"
"Huh..." Nan Ling took a deep breath and felt that the IQ level in Conan's world was really fluctuating.
So I can't be a riddle teller. Look, this is a failure.
Nan Ling tiptoed to Conan who was squatting on the ground.
Then……
Nan Ling stared in amazement as Conan dipped his index finger in the water on the ground and put it in his mouth to taste it.
Wait a minute, don't just put the water on the ground into your mouth!
Do you think you are a bionic robot? Can your tongue also do the part-time job of analyzing liquids?
"Don't you think that what you're doing is... a little disgusting and a little dangerous?"
Conan was startled by Nan Ling who suddenly appeared beside him, but he quickly reacted, "It's okay, this should be sea water, it's a bit salty."
"Salty? What if it's urine?" Nan Ling asked maliciously.
"..." Conan's facial expression twisted.
Nan Ling had already walked to the window and looked at the sea outside. "Well, that must be the deceased's coat."
Conan ran over and looked at the black dress floating on the waves. "You have a really good eye."
"Both eyes are 5.3." Nan Ling looked proud.
He was nearsighted in his previous life, but not only is he not nearsighted in this life, his eyesight is also very good.
Is this the joy of rebirth?
"Ahh the needle doesn't poke." Conan replied perfunctorily.
Is this person a child? He is so happy about such a small thing...
"This is very rare, okay?" Nan Ling was a little dissatisfied, "Well... maybe it's not that rare, but it's still rare!"
Conan looked helpless, "Yes, yes, okay, okay."
"The inferred time of death is thirty minutes to an hour ago." The cross-dressing man that Nan Ling had met before was doing an autopsy in a serious manner.
"Is that man a doctor?" Nan Ling tilted his head curiously.
"Probably." Conan checked the tape recorder that Maori Kogoro took out from the piano. "It was the tape inside that was playing just now. Considering the death incident, there should be a few minutes of blank space at the beginning... As expected."
"So the murderer first pushed the person into the sea and killed him, and then dragged him back to this room?" Nan Ling touched his chin, "Since we were just at the entrance and didn't see anyone coming in or out..."
"The murderer is most likely still at the scene of the ritual!" Kogoro Mouri, who had been unable to find the time to interrupt, finally found an opportunity.
"That's it." Nan Ling snapped his fingers.
"Wait... wait!" said a woman with short brown curly hair, "Are you saying that the murderer is among us?"
There was quite a commotion at the scene because of this sentence.
Nan Ling narrowed his eyes and looked at the people present.
Ah... there are so many people. What happened to the three choices?
This number of people, plus the content in the preview letter, something like the shadows 'begin' to disappear...
As expected, someone has to die later.
Oh, he didn’t expect it to be a serial murder case. It was more interesting than he imagined.
Kogoro Mori has begun to diligently ask everyone about their possible motives.
Although there were many people at the scene, the number of suspects - that is, people with motives - was not as many as imagined.
The deceased was one of the three candidates for village chief, which means that the other two candidates present naturally had motives.
As for the rest of the people...
Excluding the background group that looked like passers-by, the remaining people were: the daughter of the current village chief and her boyfriend, the village chief's secretary, and an older otaku who looked panicked.
Oh, and that crossdresser.
Nan Ling almost forgot there was such a person. He walked over to the man who was examining the body and asked, "Excuse me, are you the medical examiner here ?"
"Huh?" Asai Narumi turned his head and saw a handsome man with black hair looking at him with a smile.
Ah... seems a little familiar?
Is this an illusion? If I had met this person before, I would have remembered him. After all, he looked very unique with long hair... although he tied it up.
Nan Ling knew from the look in her eyes that she... He didn't recognize that she was the person who had asked him for directions before.
After all, I covered myself up that day. The only exposed eye was my eye, and I wore brown contact lenses today, so it was normal that I couldn't recognize it.
It's better not to recognize it.
"Not really." He stood up and smiled politely, "My name is Asai Narimi, and I'm the doctor here."
"Hmm." Nan Ling raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's really hard for you to do this kind of work."
It’s a very clever false voice...but it’s also possible that my voice is naturally thin.
"There's nothing we can do." He smiled softly, "There's no forensic doctor on the island. We can only wait for someone from Tokyo to come."
The words "gentle and gentle" really don't look out of place when applied to him.
Nan Ling looked at the big man carefully again.
He pretends to be like that... is he suffering from gender identity disorder or something?