Chapter 20

"That young lady, stop! Don't touch that piano!"

Secretary Hirata, who entered the house, saw that Xiaolan was preparing to wipe the dusty piano with a paper towel. He was shocked and quickly stopped: "that... That piano... Is the cursed piano used in the concert before Mr. ASO died."

"Ah!" hearing the curse on the piano, Xiao Lan exclaimed and hurried away from the piano with a lingering fear.

Different from Xiao Lan, who is skeptical about the mysterious power, Maori xiaowulang is a firm materialist. He said with disbelief: "no, how can the piano be cursed?"

"Those who touched the piano finally encountered misfortune, not only Mr. Aso, but also Mr. Guishan, the former village head!"

Secretary Hirata, with a cold sweat on his forehead and a frightened face, recalled: "on the night of a full moon two years ago, I happened to pass by here. There should have been no one in the citizen's Museum, but suddenly there was the sound of the piano. Just when I wanted to ask, the sound suddenly stopped."

"When I went inside to check the situation, I found that Mr. Guishan died lying on the piano, and the music he played before was moonlight played by Mr. ASO before his death. Since then, the piano has been called 'Cursed piano' by the villagers on the island."

After listening to Secretary Hirata's story, Maori Kogoro, who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, also had a cold feeling on his back.

The daring Conan didn't believe in the curse at all. Without hesitation, he lifted the cover of the piano key, played a piece of music casually, and said with a smile: "look, this piano is no different at all."

"Dear guests, please leave this room. After the ceremony, village head Heiyan will meet you, but before that, please stay in the waiting room."

Seeing Conan constantly advising to touch the piano, Secretary Hirata angrily drove everyone out of the room and then left here.

At this time, Asai, dressed in black, came over with a middle-aged man. When he saw the people, he was surprised and said, "Mr. Maori, you haven't left yet."

In the face of such a "beauty" as Asai, Maori Kogoro looked very gracious and replied kindly, "yes, Miss Chengshi, the village head looks very busy and has no time to receive us for the time being."

Xiaolan looked at Asai's dress and asked with a novel look: "Miss Chengshi, are you here to attend the ceremony?"

"Yes, because when I came to this island, the first autopsy object was Mr. Guishan, so I wanted to burn incense to pay tribute. By the way, this is Mr. Qingshui, the fisherman's representative I told you before."

Asai explained a sentence and introduced Shimizu Zhengren who came with him to the public.

"When we first met, I was Qingshui. Please give me more advice."

Shimizu Masayoshi, out of politeness, greeted the crowd with a smile, then turned to Asai Masayoshi and said, "Miss Masayoshi, the time is coming. Let's hurry over."

"Well." Asai nodded and said to Baiyan Zhenyu and others, "everyone, the Dharma is about to begin. Let's take a step first."

After Asai and Shimizu left, they went back to the waiting room of the citizen's hall to wait. Bai yanzhenyu found an excuse to leave and went to the hall where the ceremony was held to find Asai.

The former village head has been dead for two years, so not many guests came to attend the ceremony. Baiyan Zhenyu soon found Asai's figure in it.

Baiyan Zhenyu walked over, patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Miss Cheng Shi, Xiaolan's abdomen suddenly hurts. I don't know if it's appendicitis. Can you go and have a look?"

"No problem, let's go." Asai is a very responsible doctor. Hearing that Xiaolan may be ill, he immediately followed Bai yanzhenyu to leave the Dharma hall.

"Miss Cheng Shi, come this way."

However, instead of taking Asai to the waiting room, Bai yanzhenyu took him to an unmanned conference room in the citizen's pavilion, observed him for a moment, determined that there was no one around, pulled Asai close to the conference room and locked the door with his backhand.

Asai Chengshi's face slightly changed. He looked at Baiyan Zhenyu warily and asked, "Zhenyu Jun, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, just something I want to talk to you about."

Baiyan Zhenyu shrugged his shoulders, looked at some nervous Asai Chengshi, and said with a smile, "before talking, should I call you miss Chengshi or childe ASO?"

After listening to Bai Yan Zhenyu's words, Asai's pupils suddenly shrunk, but immediately returned to normal. He pretended to be confused and said, "what are you talking about, Zhenyu Jun? I can't understand!"

Asai is calm on the surface, but in fact his heart is in a mess. Once his identity is exposed, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of the three culprits, leading to the failure of his carefully arranged revenge plan.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Sit down first. After listening to my next story, you will understand." Bai yanzhenyu pulled a chair and sat down, telling the truth learned from the original book.

"Many years ago, in order to live a better life, five people found an easy way to make a lot of money from the criminal law, that is, using the identity of one of their member pianists to smuggle 'washing powder' through the dark space of the piano."

"After making a lot of money, the pianist wanted to quit, and the other four people were worried that the pianist would leak their continued smuggling of 'washing powder', and under the influence of greed, they burst out to kill the pianist. On a full moon night, they killed the pianist with a fire."

"However, they did not know that the pianist also had a son hospitalized in Tokyo. A few years later, the pianist's son got what happened that year and decided to use their lives to pay tribute to the tragic death of his family."

With the narration of Baiyan Zhenyu, Asai's face gradually turned pale. After hearing all the stories, he suddenly stood up and asked with a shocked look: "who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, just as I am an ordinary person who knows some secret stories."

Bai yanzhenyu shook his head and continued to add: "among the relics of the pianist, there are several music scores left by him. He left his son a last word with a note code -- [Chengshi, you want to live well alone.]."

"Dad, sobbing..." hearing this, Asai couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.

Seeing this, Baiyan Zhenyu stopped talking and waited for Asai to recover from his grief.

After crying and venting for a while, Asai slowly calmed down his mood and frankly admitted: "Zhenyu Jun, you're right, I'm really ASO."

"Mr. Masheng, this tragic story may continue," Bai yanzhenyu sighed slightly and asked meaningfully, "do you think the pianist's son will go on the road of crime?"