the next morning.
The suspect is being questioned.
"Ha..." Nan Ling yawned.
Staying up late is really tiring.
"That kind of place is really not suitable for sleeping." Conan, who was sitting next to him, also looked sleepy.
"Compared to that, the young lady inside is really full of energy." Nan Ling was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes. "She has been yelling in there for at least ten minutes, right?"
"Inspector Megure has a really hard time. Miss Kuroiwa seems a bit difficult to deal with." Mouri Ran nodded in agreement.
Miss Kuroiwa is the daughter of the village chief, and she is currently conducting inquiries in the room inside.
Unfortunately, according to the information Nan Ling heard, although the lady’s attitude was a bit bad, she did not seem to have any motive.
It's just a pity for their ears...
"Conan?" Ran Mouri called out in surprise as she watched Conan jump off the chair.
"Ah...I, um, I'm going to the bathroom." Conan touched his head.
Seeing Conan suddenly wake up, Nan Ling perked up a little.
After being bored for so long, a case is finally going to happen?
He watched Conan's back disappear into the nearby corridor and became curious about what would happen next.
Okay, let’s begin the free-for-prize contest – who will be the next person to die?
Nan Ling looked around.
Miss Kuroiwa, who was being questioned inside, was obviously not among them, and her boyfriend, who was walking back from the bathroom, could not suddenly die in public.
Mr. Shimizu, one of the candidates, and the cross-dressing boss Asai Narimi were both within his sight.
Nishimoto, who had been looking panicked, had just left. So, as expected...
"Eh?"
Nan Ling raised his eyebrows.
The sound of a brisk piano suddenly rang out in the hall, interrupting Nan Ling's thoughts.
"Is this... the second movement of Moonlight?" Mao Lilan stood up with a worried look on her face and looked around for the source of the sound.
"Is it upstairs?" Nan Ling had already walked along the path Conan had just passed, and as expected, he saw Conan with a serious face and Xiben who had fallen to the ground due to excessive fear at the door of the broadcasting room.
The deceased was the chief of Heiyan Village, and it seemed that he committed suicide by hanging.
The crowd soon came in a commotion.
When Miss Kuroiwa saw her father's body, she showed a look mixed with horror and disbelief.
"Where is the forensic doctor?" Megure turned and looked at his subordinates.
"The medical examiner went to Tokyo to perform an autopsy on a deceased person."
"What! At this time..."
Asai Narimi hesitated for a moment and stood up, "Well, if I may?"
"Ms. Chengshi..." Mao Lilan called out worriedly.
Nan Ling looked at Asai Chengmi with curiosity as he looked determined.
Oh? You said last night that you didn't want to do autopsies anymore.
Out of a sense of justice?
…
"I think the victim was brutally murdered a few minutes before the body was discovered ," said Asai Narimi.
"That's true." Megure took out a tape. "There is a blank space of more than five minutes at the beginning of this tape."
After hearing this, Nan Ling stared at the corpse in a daze.
Maybe others thought he was just in deep thought, but no one came to disturb him anyway.
He was allowed to sneak into the crime scene like that, and there’s no one to supervise him?
Conan's police are really lazy.
"ah--!"
ah?
Nan Ling was frightened by the sudden scream.
He turned his head and saw that Conan was punched by Kogoro Mouri on the music score drawn on the ground. Several people thought that the evidence had been destroyed, so they all screamed in fear.
Really, please keep your voice down next time. It's a big sin to disturb others' daydreaming.
Nan Ling turned his head and continued to be in a daze.
Ahhh...this is so boring. How did I know the murderer so quickly?
I obviously wanted to watch Conan's show, so wouldn't that mean there would be no surprise at all?
Although it is true that the chain of evidence is important in solving a case, the climax of a detective story is still to identify the criminal!
If we lose this coolness...
It's just like instant noodles without the seasoning packet, or milk tea without pearls! How abominable!
After all, why would the criminal be so careless?
Nan Ling: Lost the highlight.
Nan Ling, who was suddenly spoiled, was like a ghost. From the time the police finished inspecting the scene to the time they began to examine the alibi, Nan Ling was still in shock.
"Hmm..." Conan looked at the notebook in his hand and fell into deep thought.
It recorded the music score on the ground that he had just seen at the scene.
It was written in blood.
Conan couldn't think of what this code meant for a moment, so he frowned and pondered for a while, and suddenly thought of it -
——Isn’t Nan Ling still here?
Although he is not as smart as me (Nan Ling: I just smiled and didn’t say anything), and his logical thinking is erratic (Nan Ling: You know shit), he is still quite reliable at times.
Maybe it can provide you with some inspiration?
"Hey, Brother Nan," Conan raised his head while holding the notebook, but unexpectedly saw Nan Ling with a dazed look on his face, "...Brother Nan, what's wrong with you?"
Conan's tone was more or less horrified.
He wasn't being overly alarmed. Nan Ling's expression was more than a simple distraction! It looked like someone had sucked his soul away!
"Hmm..." Nan Ling responded subconsciously, and turned around to see Conan holding a notebook and tugging at the corner of his clothes.
Ah yes, the method of committing the crime has not been solved yet, so this can be considered a surprise...
Nan Ling comforted himself like this for the time being, and when he spoke again, he had almost returned to normal, "Sorry, I was distracted."
He pointed to the sheet music on his notebook. "Are you asking me this? Let me be clear. I'm not very good at thinking about this."
"It's okay, I haven't figured out the result yet either." Conan nodded.
Phew, I'm glad you're okay.
If Conan wasn't a staunch materialist, he would have thought that Nan Ling was possessed by something.
"Ah, let me see..." Nan Ling took a look at the strange arrangement of notes on the music score and had a rough idea.
It's not that he's smarter than Conan, or that he's good at solving puzzles or anything like that...
He is very familiar with music, sheet music, etc., at least more familiar than Conan. When he sees the notes at a glance, he will subconsciously connect them to the letters.
Although this code is not arranged according to the rules of music theory, it does not prevent the idea from being very similar.
But he still has to complain.
"Not only did the murderer fail in physics, it seems that he is also not very good at music theory."
And he was too careless. His identity was exposed so suddenly and he was not even prepared.
This murderer is not good enough.
Nan Ling bent his fingers and tapped the cover of the notebook in dissatisfaction.
Conan was confused.
"ah?"
Wait a minute, I spent so long thinking about this secret code and couldn’t figure it out, and you understood it just by looking at it?
Nan Ling, you still said you can't reason! ?