anime fever

() "Stop, don't touch that piano." Just as Ogata's hand was about to touch the piano, a loud shout came from outside the door.

Ogata put down his hands and looked at the panic-stricken staff at the door. Although it was very impolite to tamper with other people's things, this expression was obviously different from his own. What you do doesn't work.

"That piano is cursed." Seeing that Ogata was stopped, the staff breathed a sigh of relief: "He belongs to Keiji Aso, the pianist on this island, and it is a cursed piano. Three years ago, the former village chief When I died, it was also the moonlight sonata played by this piano."

"The death of the village chief three years ago, also appeared the same moonlight sonata?"

"Yes, although the village chief died of a heart attack, the melody of the Moonlight Sonata came from the room." The staff member recalled, and then reminded a little timidly: "Don't touch this piano, you will be punished by Aso." The curse of Mr. Keiji's undead."

"Really?" Ogata looked at the piano, not listening to what the staff said next, while Conan on the side seemed equally interested in the piano.

After being invited out of the room where the piano was stored, and returning to the living room where Kogoro Mori was, Xiaolan saw Conan and Ogata together, so she asked, "Where did you go?"

"Walk around in the corridor with Conan." Ogata replied lightly. With him and Conan together, Xiaolan couldn't ask too much.

And at this time, Mori Kogoro kept looking at his watch, and when he got a little impatient, Dr. Asai, who had brought them to the Civil Affairs Center before, came from the entrance.

Seeing that Dr. Asai had changed from a coat to a black dress, Ogata's eyes turned. She should have come to attend the memorial ceremony for the former village head.

"Doctor Asai, you're here too?" Xiaolan happily greeted her. After all, there aren't many people on this island that she knows well, let alone women who can get along with her.

The two women greeted each other with a smile, and behind the female doctor named Asai, there was a middle-aged man who looked very calm.

Under her introduction, everyone knew that this man was Masato Shimizu, the fisherman representative with the highest approval rate in the election for the village chief of Moon Shadow Island, as mentioned earlier.

Masato Shimizu exchanged pleasantries with Maori, and then Heiyan, who had been waiting for a long time, finally appeared. The two candidates for village chief were friendly on the surface, but people with a discerning eye could see the subtleties.

Because of the juncture of the former village chief's three-week memorial ceremony, Heiyan, who has done his best to be the landlord, can only temporarily rest in a room in the Civil Affairs Center.

"It's disgusting." Seeing that everyone was going to the ceremony, Maori, who was staying in the room, glanced at the time on his watch. It was already afternoon in a blink of an eye. If it was dark, there would be no ships back to Tokyo.

The wait was long, so Ogata found a sofa and closed his eyes to rest his mind. The piano he saw just now appeared in his mind. It was old but old, and it should be a piano with a good sound.

But what really caught his attention was the aura attached to the piano, which was a very strong hostility. Generally, this hostility is not just as simple as the furnishings at the murder scene, but more like what the staff member said 'curse'.

Ogata knew very well that this piano must have been covered with dirty things, otherwise it would not have been contaminated with such a strong hostility, and generally where hostility accumulates, there must be a bad omen.

Thinking of the letter received by Mori Kogoro, and the story involving Keiji Aso many years ago, as well as this piano, everything seems to have some kind of connection.

Flicking his fingertips lightly on his leg, Ogata suddenly saw the words clipped from the letter paper. On the night of the full moon, the next shadow will disappear...

With a jump in his heart, Ogata opened his eyes with a gleam of brilliance. He stood up leisurely, and said to Xiaolan who was closest to him: "I'll go to the bathroom."

Conan glanced at the leaving figure of Ogata as if he was aware of it. Although he felt strange, he suppressed the idea. Through contact and understanding during this period of time, he has never figured out the true thoughts of this cousin, because no matter what Whether it is thought or action, it is so meticulous that it makes people feel weird.

Because everyone was attending the three-year ceremony of the former village chief, Ogata returned to the room with the piano in the empty corridor...

Walking to the front of the piano, the tattoo on the back became hot again. He stretched out his palm and gently stroked the old surface of the piano. While groping, he found the name 'Keiji Aso' engraved on a lacquered surface of the piano.

Sure enough, it was the piano used by the virtuoso Keiji Aso who died 12 years ago. The strange thing is... After so many years, although the piano looks dilapidated, the keys that produce sound seem to be carefully maintained and adjusted Pass.

Ogata sniffed the smell of the piano carefully, and found that besides the strong hostility, he also ignored one thing.

Two hundred million morphines!Ogata is very familiar with this smell. Maybe ordinary people have no access to this drug, also known as 'heroin', but in an open country like the United States, guns and drugs directly constitute the source of crime.

So after smelling this strange smell, Ogata could easily think of the white powder that tore countless families apart.

"Huh?" In an instant, the temperature in the whole room seemed to cool down, the pores stood up, and the tattoo on Ogata's back instinctively released the gangster energy, enveloping him.

Ogata knew very well that there was only one prerequisite for causing such a sign in the Stellar Qi Mingding Diagram, and that was that something dirty came within five meters of him...

Not in a hurry, the calm Ogata bit his finger, and a drop of bright red blood penetrated. He slowly injected this drop of blood into the center of his eyebrows with a special technique, as if absorbed by pores, using the blood as a guide, and the strong energy Covered Ogata's closed eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, the world turned blood red, but in Ogata's line of sight, there was an extra figure, an illusory image.

If it were an ordinary person, there would be a blurry image in the originally empty room, and he would definitely panic and panic, but looking at Ogata's calmness at the moment, it seemed that everything was within his expectations.

The room was gloomy as if it had sunk into a cellar. For ordinary people, such a thing as a ghost would never happen in a lifetime, but in Ogata's view, ghosts are weak consciousness formed by the hostility after death. , I can see him, it's just a kind of communication.

This is a middle-aged man in a suit with a loyal face. He was surprised to see Ogata staring at him. On that somewhat stern face, the image fluctuated extremely...

"Can you see me?" The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide, and the pupils seemed to sink Ogata's face into them.His voice was trembling with fear, the whole image was shaking in the air, strands of hostility seemed to tremble like cicada wings, trembling from head to toe.

Humans and ghosts have different paths, whether it is a human or a ghost, it is a luxury to be able to communicate face to face.For people, seeing ghosts is not a good thing, because the heart is full of fear of the unknown.

But for ghosts, it is not a kind of fear!They wander aimlessly, they have no way to complain, because they have entanglements and concerns, or die with regret, so they can't reincarnate.

Ten years of life and death.Don't think about it, never forget it.Thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation.

I have tasted loneliness and pain, I have tasted the torment of time and space, I am helpless, I have nowhere to hide, I have avoided the sun and thunderstorms.So he found out that Ogata was able to see him, and he was shocked.

Before Ogata opened his mouth to speak, the middle-aged man suddenly knelt at Ogata's feet, his whole face was struggling in pain, his hair was disheveled, and a line of condensed tears flowed from his eyes. He said in a trembling and helpless voice: "...Please, save my child..."

"I don't want revenge, I don't want anything... I just want him to live well, please..."

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the ground with his image-forming head. As he shed tears, his hostility continued to dissipate. This was a precursor to the collapse of the ghost's consciousness under the strong emotional image.

Tears flowed down that miserable and miserable face. Ghosts were not as scary as imagined. What was scary was the filthy and rotten heart of both humans and ghosts.

The room was cold and silent for a long time.

"Mr. Aso, I will help you."