The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

“Asanobu…!”

As soon as this name came out, the faces of the people who were watching their conversation leisurely changed.

Although I still don’t know how to write the Chinese characters for this name, but the pronunciation of this is exactly...!

"What's wrong?" Yuga Kyosuke saw that they all had strange expressions, and his hand on Asai Narimi shrank a little nervously, "Have you heard of Chaoai? That's really rare. He has never been well-known in the country."

"Maybe I've heard a little bit about it. You know, I'm a little different from most of my peers." Asai Narimi stroked the half of his hair that was sprayed with temporary hair dye to be a dazzling white. "This may be more famous than my reputation itself."

After thinking about it, in order to increase his persuasiveness, he deliberately imitated Tang Ze's state in the thief form and gave a somewhat showy wink to the people who were staring at him.

Tang Ze Chenggong, who knew very well who was under the leather case, felt a chill.

You acted very well. Don’t act like that next time.

Asai Narimi didn't care whether Maori Kogoro and the others could be fooled or not. He just turned around and raised his chin towards the butler in a reserved and arrogant manner: "I heard from Yuga that your family will bring out the Stradivarius at the banquet tomorrow, so I wanted to come and see the excitement and broaden my horizons. What, you don't welcome guests, or is there any special threshold for your family's banquets displaying famous pianos?"

He glanced at Yuga Kyosuke's expression, then looked at the housekeeper, Ms. Tsukuro Kosuke's somewhat stiff face, and waved his hand: "I don't want to come uninvited, but your family didn't have any famous performers in the previous generation, so there was no chance for it to be released. Oh, there is a pretty good seedling in this generation, but I really don't know how long it will take for her to have the opportunity to perform with her piano..."

As he spoke, he shook his head regretfully, his black and white hair making people dizzy.

His words made Tsugaku Hongsheng's face turn red and white like a traffic light. Even Yuga Kyosuke, who was clearly looking for trouble, was shocked.

Asai Narumi himself adapted well.

The last time this identity appeared was when he cooperated with Tang Ze to investigate and contact Moriya Teiji, and used it to give the invitation to Kitagawa Yusuke. At that time, he pretended to be a pianist and criticized Moriya Teiji, which basically laid the tone of this identity.

Sharp and mean, demanding and selfish, with a tendency to irritate people with his words, he is just like a weird version of Kitagawa Yusuke, which is really infuriating.

This time he chose this identity instead of asking Tang Ze to help him disguise himself into another appearance. This was the idea that Asai Narimi had in mind.

The family described by Haga Kyosuke sounded too unpleasant, and made Asai Narimi more eager to take action than against Moriya Teiji. Before Haga Kyosuke made the final decision to take revenge, he not only came to help, but also had to take the opportunity to make a few sarcastic remarks, otherwise he would not know where to vent his anger.

If the meaning of the people in the group becoming Phantom Thieves of Hearts is that they have been sheltered and found a place to stay, then for Asai Narimi, the greatest significance of this incongruous Phantom Thief identity is that it allows him to completely break through the constraints and repression, find his true self and the opportunity to realize his personal value.

What does it mean to face your true self? To put it bluntly, the mental state is particularly beautiful.

He has never caused any trouble for himself since he disappeared in the sea of ​​fire, so how could he bear such humiliation?

The three people, whose pupils were shaking at this overly familiar name, finally became uncertain at this point.

Although the Asai Narimi they first met was wearing women's clothing, and the gentleness and kindness he showed in disguise might be an illusion, but this sharp-tongued image was really far from him. Even Conan, who was 30% sure about it after just one encounter, couldn't help but secretly take out his mobile phone and began to search for the name Asai Masaji.

The world is so big, and there are only so many Japanese names. Asai Narumi is not a rare name like Edogawa Conan. What if, what if there is really someone with the same name, or a similar pronunciation?

Conan was stunned when he just typed in the kana and before choosing the appropriate kanji, many related news entries popped up in the search engine.

When I clicked on them, I saw several foreign news reports, all about music conservatories and music competitions. The yin-yang head sitting in front of the piano in the photo was particularly eye-catching. Even if I didn't look closely to identify the facial features, I could tell who it was at a glance.

"There really is a person named Asai Masaji..." Conan was greatly surprised.

"Asai Masaru, those are the words." Mao Lilan, who also came back from searching the news, first breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt a little disappointed.

She was just thinking about the possibility that Joker saved Asai Narimi from the fire, sent him to Europe, changed his appearance, and used his new identity to fulfill his past dream of becoming a pianist.

But if I think about it carefully, if that were the case, I wouldn't have chosen such an eye-catching appearance, and it would be unlikely for me to return to Japan. It's still a bit naive to think so...

Except for Conan, who was still in doubt and trying hard to find traces of Asai Narimi on that face, Maori Kogoro and Maori Ran adjusted their mindsets. Karasawa, who was standing nearby, was very calm from beginning to end - theoretically he didn't go to Tsukikage Island, so it was normal not to recognize him - everyone's attention returned to the housekeeper's face.

"... Stradivari has now been handed over to Miss Lian Xi." Jin Qu Hongsheng took a deep breath and regained his serious and upright attitude. "Since he is your guest, Master Xiang Fu, you can make your own arrangements."

After saying that, she turned around and continued to lead Maori Kogoro and the others to the upstairs of the main building. It seemed that she was ready to completely ignore Chaoi Masaru.

A butler of a large family with a lot of rules should not behave in such a disrespectful manner. It can be seen that Jin Qu Hongsheng was very angry.

Kogoro Mori hurriedly caught up with her.

When several people passed by Yuga Kyosuke who was left standing there, they all secretly looked at his expression, and couldn't help but turn their attention to Asai Masaji who was standing next to him.

Asai Narimi, who only slightly covered her eye features with makeup, accepted their gaze calmly.

When Asai Narumi dressed as a woman, she fit in very well with her level, and she put on all the daily makeup that a Japanese woman should have. On Tsukikage Island, except for Conan who rushed into the fire at the last moment to try to persuade him to leave, the other two had never seen his true appearance in men's clothing, so he was not afraid at all.

Only when the little boy in the blue suit turned his head again and again, looking at him suspiciously and confusedly, did he raise the corners of his mouth and reveal a meaningful smile, like a mastermind.

The identity of Masaji Asai is of course fake, there is no such maverick pianist in the world, but it is said as if Yusuke Kitagawa and Goro Akechi are real.

When it comes to fake identities, they already have a complete design process. It's just the result of practice.

Since this identity was only intended to be used as an NPC in this special case, Asai Narimi didn't spend too much energy preparing. As for those decent news pages found by search engines...

There are people who can fabricate all kinds of fake science and fake history that can fool hundreds of thousands of people and big companies by tampering with wikis, publishing folk science at their own expense, etc. Letting strong artificial intelligence help to photoshop a picture and increase the search priority is just a small problem.

When passing by Tang Ze, Asai Narimi raised his hand, revealing a miniature USB flash drive hidden in his sleeve, which was easily taken by Tang Ze who was passing by.

After completing the last task, Asai Narimi looked at Hanega Kyosuke with ease and made a gesture to ask him to lead the way.

"Okay, I guess you don't have any other questions for now, so go in first, Yuga. Let me see what you're talking about."

Retracting his gaze from the unfamiliar faces, Yuga Kyosuke smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go to the annex first. I haven't lived here for a long time, and there is no room for me in the main building."

On the other side, Kogoro Mouri, who was arranged to wait in the reception room of the suite, waited until the butler finally left before he started talking about what he had just seen and heard.

"Haga Kyosuke, this guy is a relative of the Shitara family? I can't believe it. I've even heard of his name." Mouri Kogoro touched his chin, thoughtfully.

"I didn't expect that Dad you were still interested in musicians." Mao Lilan was very surprised.

"He doesn't focus on musicians. It's Kyosuke Hanega who has written songs for many TV dramas, including some OPs and EDs sung by Ms. Yoko." Tang Ze spread his hands and ruthlessly exposed, "He is indeed good at writing songs. People say he is a solid academic, but I didn't expect him to be so academic."

"But when we were talking at the banquet yesterday, didn't they say that the Shitara family only had sons in the past few generations except Miss Renxi?" Maori Kogoro continued to wonder, "Why would there be direct relatives from other families marrying into the family?"

"Ah, that's not the case. Uncle Kyosuke is the son of my second grandfather, Tanjiro."

Renxi Shitara, who walked in, took over the conversation, walked to the cabinet on the other side, and took out a dark wooden box with both hands.

Although the Shitara family has an air of decline and loss of glory, the scale of the mansion is still luxurious enough. Although Shitara Renxi is a grandchild, she also has a separate corridor in the main building. In addition to the more private bedroom and study, there is also the reception room where they are.

Shitara Renxi took the things down from the cabinet and placed them solemnly on the tea table before continuing the previous topic.

"Grandpa Danjiro was killed by a bandit thirty years ago. Afterwards, Uncle Kyosuke was taken away by his mother's family to be raised, and therefore changed his last name to Yuga. Many people don't know the relationship between him and our family. You are not the first person to think so."

"Robbers?" Maori Kogoro frowned, and intuitively felt that the next content might be closely related to the commission. "Did you encounter robbers at home?"

"Yes, that's what we are talking about." Renxi Shitara lowered her eyes, opened the lock of the box, and opened the long wooden box in front of her.

A faint smell of pine scent came, and a violin was lying in the box.

The body of the guitar is smooth and shiny, with a slight luster that shines through the strings, leaving a few spots of light on the surface. The shape is exquisite and slender, and even a layman who doesn't know much about guitars can see that it is well-made and worth a lot of money.

"The color is very quaint, so beautiful. Is this an antique piano?" Mao Lilan reached out and touched the surface of the piano, looking at Shitara Renxi curiously.

"Yes, it has a history of more than 300 years." Shitara Renxi curled her eyes, "We are a musical family. It's hard to say anything else, but the musical instruments of different origins are piled up like a mountain in our house. The maker of this violin is Antonio Stradivari from Italy..."

Just as Kogoro Maori was about to reach out and grab the bow to feel it as if nothing had happened, his hand trembled when he heard this and he immediately pulled it back.

He looked back at the violin in its case and said in a respectful tone, "Is this the legendary violin that is said to be worth hundreds of millions of yen?"

"Yes. Even in our family's collection, this guitar is well-deserved and precious, and it's our number one treasure." Shitara Renxi reached out and touched the body of the guitar, and said with emotion, "This guitar was a birthday gift from Grandpa Danjiro to my grandfather. As a result, when he delivered the guitar to me, our family was robbed."

Conan raised his eyes to the violin and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

I feel like there's something fishy going on.

Even if it was thirty years ago, a robbery occurred in such a large area with more than one building. How strong and how many people would the robbers have to have the confidence to occupy such a place...

Shitara Renxi was completely unaware of his inquiring gaze and continued to narrate in a solemn voice, "That day was also Grandpa Choichiro's birthday. There were only my grandparents, my father, and Grandpa Danjiro's family at home at the time. My grandfather was afraid of the enemy's weapons and dared not move. He was tied up. Grandpa Danjiro's resistance and struggle caused the robbers' dissatisfaction, and he was beaten severely by them. By the time the rescue arrived, he was already unconscious. He died of his injuries a few days later."

"Their target is this piano?"

"It should be, but the piano wasn't stolen in the end. I heard from my family that it seemed to be taken by mistake." Shitara Renxi shrugged, "We have a lot of collections at home. It's hard for people who don't know much about it to tell which one is more valuable. They probably just heard that Grandpa Tanjiro bought a famous piano, so they came to rob it."

Conan pushed up his glasses and shook his head slowly in his mind.

Even though the vagueness in the details may be due to the thirty-year time difference and the lack of information caused by the repeated retelling, the story does not seem very reliable just by listening to the outline.

"Your commission doesn't ask me to catch the criminal from 30 years ago, does it?" Maori Kogoro frowned in confusion, "That's not something that can be achieved with just hard work."

Thirty years have passed, and the statute of limitations has even passed. Unless the time, place, and people are right, there is no way to restore the original truth.

Could it be that this young and lovely girl has read too many detective novels and has some unrealistic fantasies about detectives?

"No, that kind of commission is too difficult. What I want you to help me solve are the strange things that happened in the past two years." Shitara Renxi shook her head, her expression heavy. "One was the birthday party two years ago, when Grandpa Genzoro's wife, Grandma Eimi, who was obviously very good at sports, accidentally stepped on the wrong stairs and fell to her death. The other was last year, when my father, who was very cautious and afraid of death, accidentally leaned on a rotten railing and fell to his death."

"It all sounds like an accident." Kogoro Mori commented pertinently.

"Yes, but they all said..." Shitara Renxi pursed her lips and whispered in a ghost story tone, "This is the curse of Mingqin."

It is indeed a bit strange that for two consecutive years, people from the same family died unexpectedly on the same day, contrary to their own character and daily style.

The rest of the people were either thinking or getting nervous and scared because of the start of this weird talk. Only Tang Ze reached out and calmly touched the piano which was more valuable than gold, and then changed the subject.

"'They all said', who are these 'they' you are talking about?"