Conan Moslin

Conan felt that he had never run so fast before.

It felt like there was a wind under his feet - a wheel of fire. He held the music score tightly, trying to catch up with Ma Chengshi.

While on the way, he thought that the person corresponding to the third movement of "Moonlight" was himself.

pat.

It seemed like something had fallen.

Conan didn't have time to look back and continued running forward.

Definitely not!

Behind him, a pair of hands picked up the notebook.

The man had a handsome face and an upright figure.

My detective brother is such a worry.

If Conan looked back, he would find that the scenery behind the man was peeling off inch by inch and falling into the still darkness.

……

It's over, Dad.

Leaning his head gently on the piano keys, Asano Michiru pressed the first syllable of the third movement of "Moonlight".

Although it rained heavily, the wooden structure of the house was still too easy to ignite.

When he set the house on fire he hadn't expected it to burn so quickly.

If Li An was here, he would be able to see that Masami's head was resting on the back of his father's obsessed hand.

boom!

The door of the piano room was kicked open.

Conan took two breaths and said, "It's... not over yet!"

"Look, look! This is the music score left by your father..." He dodged the flying sparks and handed over the music score, his eyes full of anticipation.

He said: "Doesn't it say here, Chengshi, you and your sister must survive well? Take a look..."

Asanari smiled at him.

He knew, he knew his sister was alive and well.

This was known before this incident.

If he had known this earlier, would he have stopped thinking about killing?

“Actually, I want to know it sooner.”

Conan was a little confused: "Haven't you seen this? Then how do you know about your father and sister?"

"I have always had doubts about my father's death. After graduation, I returned to this island as you, because the correct pronunciation of my name is not written on my doctor's license."

"So you stayed up all night with us to delay the interrogation?"

Cheng Shi nodded honestly: "When I told the former village chief Kameyama that I was Aso's son, he suddenly became frightened and muttered to himself, then collapsed due to a heart attack. At that time, I played Moonlight, which my father liked, as a funeral song. This gave me the idea to kill this time."

Conan said he knew.

Then, he showed a reminiscing expression: "As for my sister, that was...that was what a gentleman told me."

"who is it?"

The fire grew bigger.

"He said...his name is Hou Lian."

Ma Shengshi looked up in confusion.

He didn't say anything?

Is anyone else there?

"What?" Conan opened his mouth wide when he heard an unexpected name.

Then he started coughing violently.

The smoke almost filled the entire house.

No time to ask more questions, just get out first!

Conan coughed and grabbed Asao's arm: "Dr. Asao, go back quickly! There's still time!"

"It's too late." Cheng Shi said softly, "My hands are already stained with the blood of those three people, do you know that?"

Wow!

The window that was almost shattered completely collapsed due to Conan's impact, reflecting an extremely bright light like crystal.

"Mr. Aso!!" After being thrown out by Aso Minoru, Conan wanted to rush back, but after the tune of "Moonlight" ended, a wave of sleepiness swept over him.

In a daze, he heard a few special notes again.

He tried his best to open his eyes wide, and what was reflected in his pupils was a sea of ​​fire.

"Mr. Aso..."

……

In the firelight, Ma Chengshi's face was reflected red.

Inside the house, there was a smooth piano sound, it was the third movement of "Moonlight".

He coughed with some sadness, and the music kept playing, conveying the message he wanted to convey.

In the flames, a man walked out from the thick smoke, his steps neither hurried nor slow, as if this was not a dangerous fire scene, as if there was no deadly smoke, but a garden where one could leisurely stroll in the afternoon.

Hou Lian saw that Ma Chengshi's figure playing the piano gradually overlapped with his father.

They played the same music in the same way.

It's "Moonlight".

Wouldn't he be very happy to play a song with his son?

"Hou Lian... Sir? Why are you still here? Leave now, it's not safe here!"

Hou Lian smiled gently: "I came to see you. Why? Didn't that little detective just now make you change your mind?"

"I...I don't need..."

"I told you that you would need this information. I hid it under the piano."

Masanobu had no intention of retrieving the information: "It's too late now, because I'm already like those three people... my hands are covered in blood."

"I respect your choice." Hou Lian still had that gentle smile on his face and put his hands on the piano.

"You - cough cough cough!!" Masashi was so anxious that he was dying. He didn't want to hurt innocent people, but he couldn't just throw this gentleman out like Conan, right?

"It's not over yet. I'll be leaving soon."

The music of "The Tempest" echoed in the house.

Inside the burning villa, next to a shabby piano, two people in opposite clothes were standing and one was sitting. The one standing looked calm, while the one sitting had a frown on his face.

“Why The Tempest?”

"Because Kuroba is playing "The Tempest."

"what?"

"And, the third movement of The Tempest—"

"It's sunny after the rain."

Hou Lian's hands jumped on the black and white piano keys.

As he played, the shadow of obsession he saw became fainter and fainter, almost disappearing.

The end of the illusion was accompanied by the disappearance of this obsession.

From then on, there was no more Keiji Aso in the world.

The piano music became more melodious.

Hou Lian didn't pay close attention to the dissipation of his obsession, but just asked: "What if - you didn't kill anyone?"

Some wood fell in the villa, hit the ground and splashed with fire.

"how come?"

The chandelier fell to the ground with a dull sound, and the fragments flashed in the air.

For some reason, Hou Lian's clear voice was still very clear at this time.

"I say, Mr. Aso, if it happened again, if someone stopped you, would you act again?"

"I--" Ma Chengshi had a complicated expression.

"The client said that if you are willing, you can go to Mubazhuang in Beihua Town to find her."

"Who?"

The feast of fire and music finally came to an end.

The song is over.

"Your sister, Jun Aso."

The strong firelight twisted and faded in Hou Lian's chuckle, and gradually faded in Ma Chengshi's shocked gaze, and everything returned to darkness.

“Xiaochun!??” Ma Chengshi felt as if everything in front of his eyes was pitch black. He didn’t know why Hou Lian gave him this information. He clearly wanted to—

died.

When he finally felt the light and opened his eyes, he found:

In front of me was the piano that Kuroba Kuriyasu had just stopped playing, and the ending note was actually the third movement of "The Tempest".

Before he knew it, he and Mr. Shimizu had been standing at the door of the piano room listening for a long time.

Beside him, Hirata and Akira roared.

"Ms. Kuroba Kuriyasu! Don't touch that piano!"

He was stunned for a while, finally thought of something, and looked at his watch.

ten minutes.

This is really——

It's just a dream.