"Eh?" Nan Ling's 5.3 vision fully demonstrated its importance. He reached out and picked up a sheet of music from the piano. "Music? It wasn't here before?"
Everyone in the crowd who saw the sheet of music showed a look of panic.
However, one person's reaction was quite extreme.
"Ah——!" The older otaku who was already frightened screamed, as if he had seen a ghost, and then ran out with big strides, accompanied by bursts of screams.
"Who is that person?" Kogoro Mouri looked at the person who ran away as if he were a fool.
"That's Mr. Nishimoto." The village chief's secretary said in a trembling voice, "Two years ago, after the previous village chief died, he became a little..."
Kogoro Maori nodded as if thinking about it.
Nan Ling touched his nose.
Xi Ben's personality change two years ago must have been because he saw something, maybe he knew something inside. This kind of flag ...
This person will definitely die, absolutely.
Okay, we can now rule this person out as a suspect.
"Dad!" Mao Lilan grabbed a policeman uncle... no, it should be a policeman grandfather and ran over.
"Why are you so slow?" complained Kogoro Mouri.
"Because he's not in the police station. I've been looking for him for a long time."
Nan Ling understood the moment he saw the old man.
Well, hello, Mr. Clue Tool Man.
Because it was too late, Kogoro Mori prepared to let everyone go and wait until the Tokyo Police Department arrived tomorrow to conduct further questioning.
Nan Ling rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.
Well, let’s not talk about whether this is appropriate or not…
Isn't this one night enough for the prisoner to formulate his testimony and erase some evidence?
Is it true that solving a case depends entirely on reasoning? Evidence is not really needed?
Reasoning also needs to follow the basic law, right?
But Nan Ling didn't bother to care about these things. Since Maori Kogoro said so, he had no objection.
Isn't it nice for a salted fish to watch a show?
Tsukikage Island was not big, and they happened to live in the same house. So Nan Ling was going to follow Maori Kogoro... and Asai Narimi... back to the hotel?
Wait, why were you guys chatting and laughing so happily when I wasn't noticing?
Nan Ling looked at Mao Li Ran who was happily chatting with Asai Narumi, and Conan who was listening to their conversation seriously, and sighed.
If they knew that this was a man who dressed like a crossdresser, would their mentality be a little broken?
"Hey, Conan." Nan Ling patted Conan's shoulder and sat down leisurely on the windowsill. "Do you have any clues, little detective?"
"I haven't a clue at all." Conan sighed and looked at Maori Kogoro who was bragging to Asai Narimi about how great he was.
"Do you think the murderer didn't learn physics well?" Nan Ling asked.
"Ah?" Conan was confused. Nan Ling's change of topic caught him off guard. "What are you talking about?"
"Think about it," Nan Ling really wanted to complain to others about this, "If the song 'Moonlight' refers to the light in the trailer, then if there is a light source, wouldn't the shadow appear instead? How could it disappear?"
"Hey, are you listening to me..." Nan Ling looked at Conan who was already lost in thought and sighed helplessly.
God knows what I said wrongly and what kind of brain circuit this little brat was triggered in.
Conan, who was rethinking the contents of the notice letter because of Nan Ling's words, felt a thought flash through his mind like lightning.
"The shadows are starting to disappear... starting... That means it doesn't mean it's over! This murder case is not over yet!" Conan jumped up from his chair, ran to Kogoro Mouri and told him his guess loudly.
"So that's how it is. Every death is related to moonlight..." Kogoro Mouri touched his chin thoughtfully.
"This piece of music... is the moonlight!" Xiaolan, who was holding the piece of paper beside her, said in surprise.
"What!" Maori Kogoro exclaimed loudly, "Try playing it."
"Yeah!" Mao Lilan nodded.
She was obviously not familiar with the song "Moonlight". She played it haltingly and the rhythm was always wrong, but at least the notes were not wrong.
Nan Ling frowned as he listened.
——The sound produced by the chaotic notes hitting the piano keys is definitely not beautiful music.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Kogoro Mouri had already interrupted Ran Mouri's playing.
"No, it's this score." Mao Lilan pointed to the paper she placed on the piano, "There's something wrong with the last part."
"This is definitely not moonlight." Nan Ling was already standing behind Mao Lilan, carefully examining the arrangement of the notes. "Unless Beethoven suddenly wanted to create some postmodern stream-of-consciousness creation, this weird thing could never be part of the song."
"Could it be a message left by the murderer?" Conan thought seriously.
"You guys are still here." Asai Chengmi, who had left at some point, walked in with a lunch box, "There's a midnight snack."
Nan Ling's attention was immediately drawn to it .
“…Oh, it’s sushi!” Nan Ling’s eyes lit up.
"Brother Nan, stop staring at it with the eyes of a devil who hasn't eaten for a long time." Why is Nan Ling so childish?
For the one hundred and eightyth time today, Conan felt that this person's mental age might not be even older than himself.
"You don't understand, Conan." Nan Ling said solemnly, "Delicious food is the only thing in this world that you cannot miss."
"Yes, yes." Conan replied in a long voice.
"You're just trying to fool me again." Nan Ling pinched Conan's soft and gentle face, "Remember this sentence well, little brat!"
"Yes!" Conan gave him a helpless look, coupled with a (fake) energetic response.
"That's right." Nan Ling turned around with satisfaction and began to enjoy the food.
Ah, it’s delicious.
The joy of food is a joy that others cannot imagine.
Eel sushi, fried shrimp tempura, salmon tamagoyaki, cream potato salad, nori rice balls, fried fish roe, gunkan sai gao!
…
It ended up turning out like this.
Nan Ling lay on the floor, feeling a long-lost sense of helplessness.
Because Kogoro Mori believed that the moonlight and the piano were important clues to the crime, he finally decided to stay in this room and keep the piano company.
Of course, it also kept cold corpse company.
Nan Ling turned his head to look at Maori Kogoro who had already started snoring, and then looked at Conan who was next to him with the same helpless look on his face, "Actually, I knew it would be like this."
"We clearly agreed to keep watch together." Conan muttered indignantly.
"Come to think of it, Mr. Maori is a detective, but he's not at all like what I imagined." Nan Ling stroked his chin and smiled maliciously, "Should I say he's not particular about details... Anyway, I never thought he could solve the case so perceptively."
Conan smiled bitterly.
Haha, that’s of course because I helped him solve those cases.