Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

At night, inside the mansion.

"Kawashima, you hired the detective from Osaka in order to spy on my inner thoughts, right?"

Heiyan frowned and stared with suspicious eyes, his bald head shining in the overhead light.

"Stop farting, you idiot."

Kawashima just smiled indifferently, held Heiyan's slippery head with his hand, slowly stood up and walked towards the exit.

"You want to escape, don't you!?"

Kawashima snorted coldly, opened the door, and smiled evilly, "I'm just going to the bathroom."

"Mansion, mansion?"

Vodka walked in the dim street, water droplets dripping on his clothes.

Just now, while he was walking on the path, he lost his balance and fell down, falling flat on his face.

"How come this shabby place doesn't even have a street light?"

Hmm? Is this work?

Vodka pushed open the door in confusion, and the sound of music came from the side.

"What a jerk you're playing."

"This... This is! Moonlight Sonata!"

Heiji instantly jumped up from the stairs and ran away alone.

Vodka was pushed aside as an armrest.

"Peng!"

Heiji pushed open the door.

I saw Mr. Kawashima lying on the piano with a ferocious expression.

"what!!!"

He Ye screamed loudly in the mansion.

"It's a curse!!"

Hirata covered his head with his hands, showing a look of astonishment, and took small steps back.

"I'll go check the cause of death."

The honest doctor quickened his pace and rushed over.

"There's no curse. It's not the sound of a piano."

Heiji picked up the recorder and said dully.

The seawater spilled onto the ground, suggesting that the time of death was between thirty minutes and an hour ago.

"The cause of death was suffocation. I think Mr. Kawashima was drowned in the sea."

"I wouldn't dare to jump to conclusions without first unpacking it."

"Miss Honest is right." Hattori walked to the glass and pointed outside the window, "Look, the coat on the beach must belong to Mr. Kawashima."

"From the door to the piano, there are traces of being dragged from the beach, and Mr. Kawashima's back is also covered with sand and mud."

"Heiji! All the windows and doors are locked."

"Very good! He Ye!"

Heiji analyzed calmly, squatting down and fiddling with the recorder with his hands.

"Based on what you just said, the first few minutes of the tape should be blank."

"I'm afraid that during the funeral, the criminal took Mr. Kawashima to the beach and drowned him, and then moved the body to this room."

"Then lock it! Flip the switch on the recorder and walk out of the room into the corridor."

"Hey! Wait! Are you saying the criminal is among us?!"

Heiyan's daughter shook her short hair, rolled her eyes, and looked left and right at the expressions of the people around her.

"You....Who the hell are you?!"

"I'm Hattori Heiji! A high school detective from Osaka!"

Heiji smiled handsomely, swung the brim of his hat, and gave a thumbs up.

"It's this kid again..."

Vodka adjusted the frame of his glasses and sighed.

Vodka moved through the crowded crowd, came behind Hirata, and patted his shoulder, "Pa pa".

He leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"Hey...don't move. Are you still smuggling drugs?"

"medicine.....?"

"There are a lot of people here. You probably don't want this matter to be in the public eye."

Hirata swallowed and spoke nervously.

"Still... Tell him for me that I will pay him tomorrow morning."

Vodka said "Oh" and prepared to leave without looking back, leaving Hirata beside him a little confused.

"Is that all? ....You won't punish me or threaten me?"

Hirata muttered in confusion.

"That muscular guy with sunglasses! You'd better not leave yet."

Vodka stopped suddenly and looked at Hattori with disdain.

"I'm not even thirty yet."

"Sorry, luckily I didn't call you uncle."

"you........"

"What's wrong? What did you ask me to do?"

"You are also a suspect in this crime. Look at your clothes. There are still some drops of water dripping from them."

"I have been observing you silently since just now. Your behavior and actions are very suspicious."

Hattori walked slowly to Vodka, stretched his neck, and observed him carefully, "Have we met somewhere before?"

"It feels a bit familiar." Hattori curled his lips.

"I'm all wet because the road here is too dark! I didn't stand firmly and accidentally fell down."

"Watch the surveillance yourself."

"There is no surveillance here."

"It would be safer for you to investigate who has offended the deceased."

"I'm just passing by and came to ask Hirata something."

"What's the matter?"

"Just asking about——"

"Nothing, nothing, just a personal matter. We are old classmates, so we came here to catch up."

Hirata hurriedly covered Vodka's big mouth and explained in a panic, hitting Vodka's strong butt and whispered.

"You want to eat the country's food?"

"It's not an offense."

"However, after Mr. Kawashima's death, the happiest person was Mr. Shimizu, who was also a candidate for village chief."

Hei Yan broke the deadlock.

"What the hell are you talking about! You stupid idiot! You are the same as me!!"

Qingshui pointed excitedly with his fingers, saliva flying everywhere.

"Yes, if someone didn't use Mr. Kawashima's votes as their own votes, my father might have been elected long ago."

"What!?!?"

"Okay, okay, everyone quiet down."

Heiji eased the atmosphere in the hall like a little adult.

"The most important thing now is to find out the criminal. Why did he move the body into this room?"

"Oh, right! When was this piano first placed here?"

"That was donated by Mr. Aso fifteen years ago, and he has been here ever since."

Hirata explained honestly, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"There's even his name engraved on the keyboard cover!"

He Ye opened the lid and found a piece of music hidden inside.

“Ah…Ah! Ah!”

A man with a sea urchin haircut saw this and ran out of the house without looking back, swinging his arms like a freak.

"Who is that person...?" He Ye asked.

"His name is Xi Ben. He used to be quite powerful and spent a lot of money on wine, women and gambling."

"But two years ago, after the previous village chief died, I heard that he seemed to be afraid of something and rarely went out."

"The village chief and he were childhood playmates, right?" Hirata looked aside.

"Ahahaha...yes, that's right."

Village chief Heiyan's answer was very perfunctory, with a hint of fear in his tone.

"Well, it's already late now anyway, so the investigation will start tomorrow morning."

"Including you, the fat old man with sunglasses."

Hattori Heiji pointed at the vodka.

Vodka made a "tsk" sound and muttered to himself, "Another detective boy who hasn't even grown all his hair yet."

Three people were walking in a dim country road.

"Can't we just set fire to that scary piano?" Heiyan's daughter said disdainfully.

"That's true. Maybe it would be better if that kind of piano disappeared." Zhou Yi said with a hint of meaning.

"on Monday!?"

Hirata, who had the car door open, also widened his two slit eyes and looked at Zhou Yi meaningfully.

Inside the clinic.

"You are such a talent, Vodka."

"You can make such a simple task difficult."

"In a sense, you are not simple either."

"Are you sure you didn't kill anyone? Right?"

"Am I really that stupid in your eyes?"

Vodka was a little annoyed. He spread out his hands in confusion and pounded the bed angrily.

"Okay, white wine."

"Be careful with your words next time, Vodka. Since you didn't kill anyone, why don't you just wait until the interrogation is over tomorrow?"

"It's nothing more than an early morning meeting. It's nothing serious. If anything unexpected happens, notify me and Baijiu immediately and I will be your defense attorneys."

Vermouth softened the red-hot vodka and spoke gently.

"That makes sense!" Vodka clapped his hands vigorously.

"Okay, it's getting late."

Vermouth looked down at the time.

"Go back to bed and take a look at how Kant is doing."

"Okay." He pushed open the door and was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong again, brother?" Baijiu asked with a frown.

"Vermouth, would you like to live in the same room with me?"

"I booked a double deluxe room."

"........."

They both fell silent.

"roll."

Vermouth rolled her eyes and said nothing more.

"Vodka, wait and see your IQ. It might not even be as high as a Labrador's."

"Labrador? What country is this foreigner from? What does he do?"

"M78."

Vodka said "huh" with disdain.

"Then where are you sleeping, both of you now?"

"Are you close enough to sleep in the same bed?"

"Vermouth, we have known each other for a longer time, why don't I——"

"Snapped!"

Baijiu picked up the slippers on the ground and threw them at Vodka, staring at him with despair.

Vodka had an innocent expression on his face.

Even a little aggrieved.

It looks like he has no bad intentions.

Okay, maybe Vodka did mean well.

"Thanks, Vodka. I appreciate your kindness. I have my own way. You don't have to worry about it."

"Ok."

"squeak."

Vodka closed the door and walked along the road stupidly.

"So how are you going to sleep?"

Baijiu held his chin and looked at Vermouth in confusion.

"Why don't I call the honest doctor and open a ward for you to lie down there."

Baijiu picked up the fully charged cell phone beside him and prepared to call Dr. Honest.

"No, just be stingy for a while."

Vermouth held Baijiu's wrist and looked down at him.

"Click", she turned off the night light in front of the bed.

Suddenly, the room became pitch black, and two black shoes fell from the bed.

Vermouth curled up her body, covered herself with the quilt, and held Baijiu's arm, being careful not to touch the IV.

She turned her back to the liquor.

"Eh....."

"Where are you putting your hands..."