Chapter 331 You're just spreading alarmist rumors!

"It's definitely a curse! You have to believe me!"

A commotion arose outside the piano room.

"It must be Keiji Aso who cursed this piano! And Yu Kameyama, he must have killed him too! Their ghosts are hiding inside this piano! This is Keiji Aso's curse on this island! He wants to kill everyone here!"

Among the crowd outside, there was a person who looked somewhat crazy.

It seems that he/she has been stimulated or frightened by something.

He went on a rampage, and everyone around him kept their distance.

An empty space appeared around that person, leaving him alone, screaming and yelling in despair.

"Now Kawashima has been killed by him too. It's his revenge, it must be him—"

The man only spoke halfway through his sentence.

Suddenly, someone nearby shouted, "Enough! Shut your mouth! Don't talk nonsense! This is superstition!"

Uncle Mori and Sonomi all turned to look.

They discovered that the person who had sounded so pitiful was actually an old acquaintance of theirs.

The reason they had been wandering around outside for so long was because this person had kicked them out of the community center.

That's right, this somewhat crazy person is none other than Hirata Kazuaki.

His identity is that of the current village chief's secretary.

As for the person who suddenly shouted out and stopped him from saying anything more, it was none other than the current village chief of Moonshadow Island—Kuroiwa Tatsuji.

Under his reprimand.

Hirata Kazuaki was so frightened that he shuddered and immediately fell silent.

However, after hearing what he just said, Xiaolan couldn't help but put on a fearful expression.

She instinctively reached out and grabbed at the front, but she grabbed nothing.

Ran then realized that Conan wasn't with her.

There was no one to hold her hand and comfort her...

Ugh.

Ran could only hug herself, moving away from the piano and the corpse. Only when she reached the door did she look at Hirata Kazuaki and hesitantly ask in a trembling voice, "Mr. Hirata, is this curse you spoke of not just a rumor?"

Hirata Kazuaki, snapped back to his senses by Kuroiwa Tatsuji's roar, stopped his frenzy. He lowered his head, his expression still slightly fearful, but he stopped yelling and instead said softly, "In any case, the curse must be real..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head again.

"We...we have to leave this place quickly, we can't stay any longer...This is an ominous place, and that piano is cursed with death. If we stay here, we'll surely die here like Hideo Kawashima!"

After saying that, Hirata Kazuaki's nerves tightened again, and he became nervous, looking around suspiciously and his eyes darting around.

It seems they were frightened by Hideo Kawashima's death.

"It's so strange. Curses are impossible. Why are you so afraid? Maybe you have something to hide?"

His behavior struck Conan as odd, and he found himself paying closer attention to Hirata Kazuaki.

Logically speaking, although it is a small island, it should have a stronger local folk atmosphere.

But since Hirata Kazuaki is already the village chief's secretary, he should have the ability to discern things with folk customs.

It is clear that Hideo Kawashima was murdered.

How could it possibly be related to curses or ghosts?

Moreover, this also involves Keiji Aso, who has already passed away...

Why would he think this was a curse from Keiji Aso?

Could it be that there was more to the story than meets the eye regarding Keiji Aso's case back then?

Conan's mind raced, his thoughts constantly racing.

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"Little Wang, what that person said about ghosts and curses... is it true?"

in a corner.

Sakura timidly sidled up to Wang Changsheng, her soft hands gripping his arm, clinging to him like a little rabbit.

"It's definitely fake." Seeing that Sakura was startled by the person, Wang Changsheng frowned at first, then relaxed, smoothed Sakura's hair with one hand, and gently comforted her, "I didn't sense any aura of a curse, did you?"

Hearing Wang Changsheng say this, Xiaoying hesitated for a moment, then nodded her head and whispered, "I really didn't sense any aura at all."

"So, we guess we've run into another case, but it's just human doing, it has nothing to do with mysterious forces, and it's not some ghost causing trouble, Xiaoying, don't be afraid." Wang Changsheng smiled gently and patted Xiaoying's head lightly.

Tomoyo, standing nearby, held up her camera and happily filmed the two of them.

As for the case, she didn't pay too much attention to it. At this moment, her attention was entirely focused on Xiaoying, and she even shared some with Wang Changsheng.

"Ah~ Sakura is so cute even when she's scared." Tomoyo rested her chin on one hand and held up a camera with the other.

On the other side was a murder scene with a depressing and eerie atmosphere.

But when it came to her, it was as if someone had just chopped her in half with a big knife.

Countless pink bubbles emerged from behind Tomoyo, interspersed with tiny hearts.

A soft, pinkish glow shone from Tomoyo's body.

No joke.

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She has her own layer.

Wang Changsheng glanced at her briefly before quickly looking away.

My goodness, the director has become a third wheel.

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"A curse? That's utter nonsense! Even if I gave this piano another two and a half years, it still wouldn't kill anyone."

Uncle Mori rolled his eyes, somewhat speechless, after hearing what Hirata Kazuaki said.

It's a shame he's a public official, like a village chief's secretary.

It's unbelievable that people would believe in such things.

Their ideological awareness really needs to be improved.

Uncle Mori took a few steps forward and walked to the piano.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he reached out and fumbled around on the piano for a couple of moments.

Then a tape recorder appeared in his hand.

Uncle Mori picked it up and made it spin.

He then pressed another button, and the melodious Moonlight Sonata came to an abrupt end.

"Heh, see?" Uncle Mori smiled with a hint of contempt, dismissing Hirata Kazuaki's earlier talk of ghosts and spirits.

"Please don't spread panic. What do you mean, a piano possessed by a ghost killed someone? This was deliberate! It was orchestrated by the killer! It was specifically designed to scare cowards like you!"

As Uncle Mori was talking, he even threw in a series of parallel sentences.

only……

"Um, Uncle Mori, what he just said was that a ghost possessed the piano, right?" Conan, unable to suppress his obsessive-compulsive tendencies, raised his hand to ask.

How did a piano get possessed by a ghost? Uncle Mori, as a detective, can you speak more seriously and rigorously?

You're making us detectives look bad!

"Little brat, no one will think you're mute if you don't speak!"

Uncle Mori, annoyed and embarrassed by Conan's exposed mistake, cursed at him before turning serious and saying, "I've let you stay here long enough. Get out!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the others: "And you all."

"Please leave here; the scene cannot be further damaged."

Uncle Mori wants everyone to leave this place.

Of course, it's not just the people in the piano room.

Uncle Mori also asked the group of people blocking the music room to gather in another place.

But before he could finish speaking, someone in the crowd shouted angrily, "Why should we leave? What makes you think you are, you little mustache, giving orders here? Who do you think you are? Our village chief is still here!"

Upon hearing the man's rather provocative shouts, Uncle Mori's eyes widened, and he was about to retort.

However, a boy's voice suddenly rang out from the corner.

"You don't even know who he is, yet you have the nerve to call him that here?"

Everyone was drawn to the sound and turned to look.

Wang Changsheng stood up, holding Xiaoying's hand in one hand.

"Who is he?" The man snorted coldly when he saw that it was a child who was talking back to him.

"This uncle is none other than the nationally renowned detective Kogoro Mouri. If you talk back to Uncle Mouri like that, he might just come to your house as a guest!" Wang Changsheng felt sorry for such ignorant people.

This guy might be one of Kuroiwa Tatsuji's subordinates.

He and Sakura were sitting in the back when he saw Kuroiwa Tatsuji make a gesture to him.

Then I heard this guy suddenly attack Uncle Mori.

It was clearly at the behest of Kuroiwa Tatsuji.

So eager to be the first to stick their neck out.

It seems he hopes Uncle Mori will bring Conan to his house as a guest.

"A guest? Kid, what nonsense are you spouting?" The man didn't understand the meaning behind Wang Changsheng's words and just said it dismissively. Then, Hei Yan Chenci gave him a wink, and he quieted down and stopped causing trouble.

Although he quieted down, many people around him started talking about it again.

"The nationally renowned detective? Kogoro Mouri? Have you heard of him?"

"No, but I've heard of Kogoro Akechi."

"Wait a minute, I remember Kogoro Mouri was a novelist, wasn't he? When did he become a detective?"

"Writing novels and being a detective are not mutually exclusive; he can do both."

"That seems to be true..."

The criticisms from the crowd reached the music room and into Uncle Mori's ears.

He was initially quite proud when Wang Changsheng introduced his identity to these people.

However, upon hearing these comments, Uncle Mori's face instantly darkened several shades.

It was just as dark as the sky outside.

He took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the embarrassment on his face.

Turning to his daughter, he said, "Xiaolan, although I called the police earlier, it was a direct call to the other side. The waves are big tonight, and it will probably take the criminal police a while to get here. Given the situation, we can't be without the police here."

"However, there should be police on this island as well. Go ask for directions and then go find the police."

"What?!"

Hearing the task his father had assigned him.

Xiao Lan stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and even the horn on her head twitched involuntarily.

She pointed to her nose with one hand: "Old man, are you telling me to go find the police myself?"

Xiaolan's expression was somewhat comical.

That smug look on his face made Conan, who was standing not far away, cover his mouth to avoid bursting out laughing and getting another beating.

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"Of course, I'm definitely going to stay here. You can't let other elders or children go, can you?" Uncle Mori said matter-of-factly.

In fact, he sent Xiaolan not just for that reason.

During the earlier chaos, he didn't know if anyone had secretly slipped out, but now he had seen the whole scene.

It is essential to keep a close watch on everyone present.

Seeing Xiaolan's reluctance, Uncle Mori became a little impatient: "What are you afraid of? Ghosts are all fake. You don't need to be afraid. Even if they are real, don't you know karate? If you really encounter them, just chop them up like you do when you're angry. Chop any wandering ghosts that dare to stop you from calling the police. Alright, alright, go on."

Xiaolan: ?

Looking at her father's smug expression, Xiaolan felt her back teeth itch a little.

Suddenly I really want to chop this old man to pieces...

"Dad!" Xiaolan took a deep breath. "Karate is karate, how could it possibly beat a ghost!"

Just as Xiaolan was still somewhat reluctant to call the police, another voice suddenly emerged from the crowd.

"Why did you insist on making this young girl go to the police all by herself in the middle of the night? It's too dangerous."

After this person spoke, someone immediately chimed in, "That's right, that's right. Besides, even though you're a detective, we don't know if it's real or not. Who knows if you're faking it?"

"What if you were the one who killed him? The people on our island are usually quite harmonious. You're the only outsiders here. If someone dies, we'll definitely suspect you first."

"It would be inappropriate to ask you to call the police again. It's one thing to ask you to call the police, but now you want someone to sneak out? I don't think that's acceptable."

A group of people were talking amongst themselves.

It seems like a reasonable suspicion, but the implication is that Uncle Mori and his group are the real culprits in this case.

Even if it's not true, they shouldn't be allowed to call the police.

Upon hearing this, Uncle Mori was so angry that his beard stood on end.

"You're just exaggerating!"

He was about to say something more when he was interrupted by Conan's voice.

"Uncles, you're not right. Only we can call the police. As for your suspicion, that's impossible, because we haven't been in the community center since this afternoon! We even had a meal before coming in, and there are witnesses to that!"