Conan's Mori Kogoro

Tang Ben on the stage waved and said: "Lian Zi, come up quickly, hurry up and rehearse."

Qiuting Lianzi didn't continue talking with the crowd, and walked directly to the stage.

When passing by Chikusa Lala, Chikusa Lala's eyes were full of jealous flames.

Pu and Jiang then said, "Anyway, there are only some fine-tuning left. It doesn't matter if you can't contact Mr. Murat. It shouldn't delay the performance."

Pu Hejiang and Domoto Xian also left together.

At this time, the music sounded, and Domoto started to play. Shione Yamane also stood up holding the Stradivarius violin and began to pull the violin.

The prelude to the strange grand ceremony came out, and the follow-up lights came out and landed on Qiu Ting Lianzi's body, which was extremely holy.

She put her hands on her belly and began to play.

The sound of the piano is beautiful, the singing is loud and clear, and the soprano does not need a microphone. The sound alone can be heard by everyone in the concert hall.

And Kogoro Mori, who was sitting at the bottom, looked at Reiko Qiuting on the stage with a smile on his face.

His eyes swept across the entire venue, Domoto Xian was still here, but Pu and Takumi were nowhere to be found.

Chapter 0181 Artist's Dignity

When the rehearsal was over, everyone returned to their lounges one after another.

But Qiu Ting Lian Zi went to Mao Li Kogoro and looked at him with a smile on his face: "How is it?"

"You sing beautifully like the sounds of nature, but Miss Ziyin also impresses me. You can sing so well in just three days."

"That's right, she's been asking for advice at Qin Zi's house for the past three days."

Mori Kogoro then said, "However, there is a note in that organ that doesn't sound right."

Qiuting Lianzi nodded in agreement: "You heard it too, the sound seems a bit low, let's go up and have a look."

After saying that, Qiuting Lianzi took Mao Li Kogoro's hand and walked up.

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Qiuting Lianzi sat in front of the pipe organ, pulled several pegs, and then pressed the keys.

"That's the tone, it's much lower than usual, but just now Mr. Tang Ben pulled several pegs, and I don't know what's wrong."

Mori Kogoro said, "It should be something wrong with the short whistle."

Qiuting Lianzi immediately pushed the rest of the pegs in, leaving only the peg with a short whistle, and pressed the keys, and it was true.

"Xiao Goro, I didn't expect your hearing to be more accurate than mine. You have to tune it back before the performance, but Mr. Murat hasn't arrived yet, huh?"

Qiuting Lianzi looked distressed, and finally decided to tell Tang Ben first.

The two soon came to Domoto Yiqiu's lounge, but they knocked on the door for a long time, but they didn't get any answer at all.

Qiuting Lianzi immediately said: "If the teacher is not there, it should be by the lake behind the concert hall. He usually adjusts his mood there."

Kogoro Mori took Reiko Akiba's hand and came to the lakeside behind the concert hall. The lake was sparkling, and various green plants were planted on the shore. The scenery was beautiful.

"It's not here." Qiuting Lianzi's face was also distressed.

But Mori Kogoro had a smile on his face, and he sensed an old guy approaching cautiously with a wrench behind him.

There was a whistling sound, and the wrench hit the back of Mori Kogoro's head.

Qiuting Lianzi saw it, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Xiao Wulang, be careful."

The wrench wanted to hit Kogoro Mori, but it was a delusion. Even if it hit, with the strength of this old guy's old age, it would not be able to hurt Kogoro Mori at all.

Mori Kogoro turned around nimbly, and Pu and Takumi brandishing a murder weapon appeared in front of him.

He grabbed the wrench casually, kicked it out, and hit Pu Hejiang's abdomen. Pu Hejiang immediately fell to his knees, spitting out acidic water.

"Mr. Puhe, why did you attack us? Could it be that you were responsible for the recent cases!" Qiu Ting Lianzi couldn't believe it.

Pu Hejiang was still spitting out sour water, unable to answer at all.

Mori Kogoro explained: "Souma Hikaru is his own son, that's why he created so many cases. Using the flute as a signal to kill is to commemorate his dead son, the flute player Soma Hikari."

"So, is he the one who sent the killer to kill us before? Then why did he kill us?" Qiu Ting Lianzi frowned and questioned Pu and Jiang.

Mori Kogoro then explained: "Naturally, he was afraid of the situation just now. He was afraid that Ms. Lianzi, who has an absolute sense of pitch, would hear the abnormality in the short whistle sound tube, so he didn't dare to let us appear in the concert hall."

"However, he was not the one who sent the killer to kill us. Mr. Puhe, if you confess your accomplice now, maybe you can get a lenient treatment."

Hearing this, Pu Hejiang, who had always been calm, could no longer hold his composure, and retorted in panic: "Accomplice, where do I have an accomplice, I did all of this myself. Detective Maori, what are you talking about?"

Mori Kogoro sneered: "You did it yourself, you are amazing, a tuner can get so many bombs!"

"Bomb? Kogoro, please explain clearly."

Mori Kogoro then said: "There should be a bomb sensor in the short whistle, so I'm afraid that you, Lianzi, will hear something abnormal and then take out the sensor. As for the bomb, it should be buried in the eighteen load-bearing bars of the concert hall. in the pillar."

"He just hopes that he can let Domoto Yichi play the music with his own hands amidst the sound of music, and bury everyone in the concert hall, so as to get revenge on Domoto Yiqiu."

"It's such a boring plan. If you want to kill people, kill people. Isn't it funny to do so many things with a sense of form? You wouldn't go to the black market to get a pistol and just wave it at Domoto, wouldn't it be over!"

"You!" Pu Hejiang glared angrily, and he felt that these words completely tarnished himself.

Pu Hejiang wiped the sour water from his mouth and said, "You don't even know where the dignity of an artist is. Under the eyes of everyone, you return to heaven with the sound of music. Although I hate..."