Ke Xue: The thief Cao is actually myself

Chapter 412: A pretty woman should be in filial piety! (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

"Ms. Chengshi, it's you. You are here to attend the ritual as well."

Everyone looked back and saw that it was the female doctor, Narumi Asai, who had just given them directions.

I have to say, Asai Narumi is really good at women's clothing!
At this time, she was no longer wearing the white coat she had worn before, but had changed into a pure black mourning suit and silk stockings. One look at her would make it difficult to look away.

If you don't know her real gender, any normal man would say she is beautiful. Even Bai Ye, who knew her gender, couldn't help but secretly praise her.

As expected, women should look pretty in mourning clothes. Although Japan does not wear white like China, this black mourning suit also has its own charm. It can maximize the graceful curves of Asai Narumi. The bright, breathable and thin black stockings tightly wrap around her legs. Her calves are slender and white, extending upwards, which perfectly sets off her straight and slender legs, making Asai Narumi instantly more charming.

But after looking for a few times, Bai Ye looked away.

Because this transvestite is so beautiful, he doesn't want to be turned gay.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that although Asai Narumi's development was not as good as Maori Ran, who was often irrigated by him, it didn't seem to be fake.

Could it be that this little transvestite, in order to disguise herself more realistically and make it harder for others to see her true identity, in addition to cross-dressing, also had breast augmentation surgery?
Or is it that Asai Narumi is not a transvestite, but a real girl?
He wanted to use his Eye of Insight to check the truth about Asai Narimi, but Bai Ye was worried that what if he guessed wrong? In fact, Asai Narimi was not a girl, but her disguise skills were so good that he mistakenly thought she was a real girl. If such a thing really happened, then his eyes would be polluted!

"Yes," Asai Narimi nodded and said, "When I came to this island, the first body I examined was Mr. Kameyama, so I wanted to burn some incense to commemorate him."

"Autopsy?"

Mao Lilan's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and then she asked curiously, "Um, Miss Cheng Shi, did Mr. Kameyama really die of a heart attack?"

There was no way. Although she knew very well that there could be no curse in this world, let alone a so-called cursed piano, the story that Hirata Kazuaki had just told was really scary, and she couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.

Now, she finally met someone who knew something about what happened back then, and she couldn't miss it no matter what.

"Yes," Asai Narimi nodded gently, his expression unchanged, "My examination revealed that he died of a heart attack. Later, a forensic doctor from Tokyo also examined his body, and their results were consistent with mine, both of which were caused by a sudden heart attack."

She really wanted to kill her enemy, Guishan Yong, with her own hands, but unfortunately, after seeing her appear, Guishan Yong was frightened to death, leaving her no chance to take revenge with her own hands.

I have to say, it’s such a pity.

Hearing this, Conan couldn't help but interrupt, "Ms. Chengshi, if Mr. Kameyama has a heart disease, why didn't he bring any medicine with him, and why did he run to the empty government office in the middle of the night to play the piano?"

He knew he had a heart disease, but not only did he not bring any medicine with him, he also stayed up late at night and ran to a deserted government office. No matter how you think about it, it makes people feel that there is something wrong.

It can't be that the guy named Kameyama Yong feels that his daily life is too boring, so he wants to find some excitement late at night?
Going to an empty government office late at night to seek some excitement might not be a big problem if it happened to other people, but for Kameyama Isamu, a heart patient, if he did this, he would not be seeking excitement, but seeking death!

He didn't think that Kameyama Yong was a person who liked to commit suicide.

In other words, as a heart patient, seeking excitement and committing suicide were not something he had the chance to do from the very beginning.

Asai Chengmi shook his head slightly, "I don't know about that."

"Oh, right." When he got to this point, Asai Narimi suddenly realized something, paused, quickly turned sideways, raised his hand and pointed at the middle-aged man next to him and said, "I forgot to introduce you, this is Mr. Shimizu Masato I just mentioned."

As he spoke, Asai Narimi reached out and introduced Shimizu Masato who was standing next to him to Mori Kogoro and others.

"Nice to meet you," Shimizu Masato nodded slightly to everyone and said, "My name is Shimizu Masato, please take care of me."

"Hello there!"

"My name is Maori Kogoro, and I'm a detective from Tokyo!"

Maori Kogoro introduced himself again, and after that, he did not forget to introduce himself, Maori Ran and others to Shimizu Masato, "This is my daughter Maori Ran and her good friend Bai Ye. As for this annoying little brat, he is a brat who is 'staying' in my house. His name is Edogawa Conan."

Conan stared at Kogoro Mouri with a pair of dead fish eyes. Was it necessary to pronounce the word "boarding" so seriously?

Besides, it’s not like he doesn’t want to pay the boarding fee. So is it necessary to use this matter to remind him from time to time?
As expected, he just couldn't like a certain confused detective, whether he was in his time as high school detective Kudo Shinichi or now when he's younger!

"Detective." After hearing Maori Kogoro's introduction, Shimizu Masato couldn't help but frowned slightly, "What's the matter with you coming here?"

"The reason why I came to Tsukikage Island." Maori Kogoro pondered for a moment, "This is a long story. If you are interested, Mr. Shimizu, why don't we find a place to have a good talk?"

After going through so many things, Maori Kogoro now realizes that Aso Keiji's affairs are likely to be a taboo on this island.

So he planned to lure Shimizu Masato to some other place first, and then ask him about Aso Keiji. This would also prevent the other party from running away like a certain Hirata Kazuaki, or simply refusing to let them in and ignoring them repeatedly like a certain arrogant Kuroiwa village chief.

"Well, Mr. Maori, I'm really sorry, I may not have much time for the time being."

Shimizu Masato looked down at his watch, then looked up ahead, with a look of embarrassment on his face. "To be honest, the funeral of the former village chief, Mr. Kameyama, is about to begin, and I need to rush to the funeral venue right now. So, if you have anything to say, why don't you wait until the funeral is over before coming over?"

Although he was somewhat curious about the purpose of the great detective Kogoro Mori coming to Tsukikage Island, the important period of election for the next village chief would come soon. No matter what, he had to perform well at the third anniversary ceremony of the former village chief's succession to gain more support from the villagers.

Because only by gaining the support of more villagers and improving his own support rate can he defeat the current village chief, Kuroiwa, and the island's largest capitalist, Kawashima Hideo, in the village chief election and become the new village chief of Yueying Island!
He can clearly distinguish between personal curiosity and future career.

Maori Kogoro pondered for a moment. He naturally knew something about religious ceremonies.

The time varies from situation to situation and is usually determined by the master's level of cultivation, the complexity of the ritual and environmental factors.

Generally speaking, an ordinary ritual may last from a few hours to a day, depending on the nature of the ritual and the time required for the master's understanding and preparation of it.

Of course, there are also long ones. As for how long, it’s hard to say. Some last one day, some last two days, and some can even last several days.

Now, the election for the new village chief is about to begin, and this is the time to perform well. The former village chief will definitely not deal with the three-year anniversary ceremony in a perfunctory manner.

Therefore, today's ritual cannot be completed in a short period of time.

In other words, if they really had to wait until the ceremony was over, they might not be able to see Shimizu Masato even if they waited until tomorrow.

Unfortunately, even though he knew it, he had no legitimate reason to persuade Qingshui Masato to stay. Helplessly, he could only nod and said, "Okay, then Mr. Qingshui, I will be in the waiting room and welcome you anytime."

How could he have the nerve to ask Shimizu Masato to give up participating in the third anniversary ceremony of the succession of the previous village chief, give up the opportunity to perform in front of other villagers and gain more support, and then go to chat with him!

After all, if he opened his mouth, no matter how good-tempered Shimizu Masato was, he would scold him.

Well, if he were in the other person’s position, he would definitely do the same.

"Well... then Mr. Maori, I will leave with Ms. Chengshi first."

Nodding to Kogoro Mori and others, Masato Shimizu and Narimi Asai walked towards the memorial service venue.

Watching the two people going away, Maori Kogoro sighed slightly and returned to the waiting room to continue waiting...

The waiting time is undoubtedly quite boring, especially when you don’t know how long it will take to end.

"Huh, go out and get some fresh air..."

Therefore, after waiting for more than ten minutes, Bai Ye stood up from his seat and said, "Xiao Lan, Uncle Maori, does anyone want to join us?"

Maori Kogoro took a deep puff and smacked his lips unhappily, "I can't do it, you go!"

The experience of this commission was simply terrible.

If he didn't have some professional ethics in his heart, he really wanted to turn around and go back and never see the ugly faces of Heiyan Village Chief and others again.

Conan didn't care about these things. Instead, he lowered his head and recalled what happened before.

"Strange, the tone of that piano is normal, and it is obvious that someone has adjusted it. But isn't that the piano called the cursed one?"

Just now, Conan touched the piano in the community center, which was said to be the piano that Keiji Aso used when he played the Moonlight Sonata. It was considered to be cursed by the people on the island, and he played a song on it.

But it was because of this incident that Conan discovered a problem that he had to pay attention to.

That is, the so-called cursed piano, although covered with dirt and dust, the tone and other aspects are standard, just like a normal piano.

Other people might not notice this, but as a person who has absolute pitch despite his bad singing, it is impossible for Conan not to hear the problem with the piano.

After all, the so-called absolute pitch is the ability to identify/give the pitch produced by musical instruments or the surrounding environment (excluding noise without a clear pitch) in the absence of a reference sound!

——The ability of absolute pitch refers to the ability of the listener to distinguish the name and pitch of any note before a reference tone is given. Any note here refers to a pitch that is tuned correctly, and does not include noise or sounds without a clear pitch. What's more, it can distinguish the individual names and positions of a group of notes. Relative pitch generally refers to the ability to correctly distinguish the relative relationship between other notes and this reference tone in terms of interval or tonality given a reference tone. In other words, the focus is on the relationship between notes, rather than correctly hearing the pitch and name of any note. However, people who have not received music training but can sing with roughly correct pitch can also be considered to have a superficial relative pitch, even if they cannot distinguish the interval.

People with absolute pitch can not only distinguish the sound from the noise that is usually unnoticed, but also accurately identify the direction and source of the sound the moment they hear it.

So, the question is, why is it that a piano that has been placed in a room for years without anyone touching it not only has no problems due to the passage of time, but the tone and other aspects are all standard, just like a piano that has been carefully maintained and tuned?
Was it, or was it someone who sneaked into that room and touched that piano?
If this is true, then what is the other party's purpose in doing so?

For a moment, Conan couldn't help but fell into deep thought...

Hearing Bai Ye's words, Mao Lilan was a little moved, but looking at her old father who was smoking and sulking, and her childhood sweetheart who had shrunk with his head down and no one knew what he was thinking, she finally shook her head and rejected Bai Ye's proposal, "No, Bai Ye-kun, you go!"

If she goes, some little brat will definitely go with her and act as a light bulb to destroy the world of her and her boyfriend.

Instead of having a third wheel in their world of two, it would be better for them to stay here and wait until that little brat goes home and can no longer disturb them, and then they can enjoy their beautiful world of two with their boyfriend.

By the way, if she stays here, she can also keep an eye on the shrunken high school detective, so that he won't use the identity of a child to do things that only naughty children would do.

"Um……"

After taking a deep look at Mao Lilan, Bai Ye nodded and walked out of the waiting room...

(End of this chapter)