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

Ogata put down his hand and looked at the door with a nervous look on his face. He looked at the latter. Although it was very impolite to move other people's things, this expression obviously did not match what he did.

"That piano was cursed." The staff members breathed a sigh of relief when they stopped Okata: "He is the pianist Keiji Aso on this island, the cursed piano. Three years ago, when he died as the village chief, it was also the moonlight sonata played by this piano."

"When he took office as the village chief three years ago, the same moonlight sonata appeared?"

"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 reminded him timidly: "Don't move this piano, you will be cursed by Mr. Keiji Aso's undead."

"Is that right?" Okata looked at the piano and did not listen to the subsequent renderings from the staff. Conan on the side seemed to be equally interested in this piano.

He was invited out of the room where the piano was stored and returned to the living room where Kogoro Mouri was. Seeing Conan and Okata together, Koran asked, "Where have you been?"

"Come around the corridor with Conan." Okabaya replied softly. With him and Conan, Xiaolan couldn't ask too much.

At this time, Kogoro Mouri kept looking at his watch and was waiting a little impatiently. Dr. Asai, who had brought them to the Civil Affairs Center, walked from the entrance.

Seeing that Dr. Asai changed into a lab coat and chose to dress up with black all over her body, Ogata's eyes turned, she should have been here to attend the memorial ceremony of the former village chief.

"Doctor Asai, are you here too?" Xiaolan happily greeted her. After all, there are not many people familiar with this island, let alone women who can talk about it.

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

Under her introduction, everyone knows that this man was mentioned before. The representative of Shimizu Masato, the fisherman with the highest support rate in the election for village chief of Yueyingshima.

Shimizu Masato and Maori had a greeting, and then the Black Rock, who had been waiting for a long time, finally appeared. The two village chief candidates appeared to be harmonious, but those with discerning eyes could see the subtlety.

Because he was at the critical moment of the three-week memorial ceremony for the former village chief, Heiyan, who had the friendship of the landlord, could only temporarily rest in a room in the Civil Affairs Center.

"It's so hateful." Seeing everyone attending the ceremony, Maori, who was staying in the room, looked at his watch. It was already afternoon in a blink of an eye. If it was dark, there would be no ship back to Tokyo.

The wait was long. Okabaya found a sofa and closed his eyes to rest. The piano he had just seen appeared in his mind. It was worn but it was a piano with a good tone.

However, what he really cares about was the aura attached to the piano, which was a very strong hostility. Generally, this hostility is not just as simple as the decorations at the scene of the murder, but more like the "curse" mentioned by the staff member.

Okata knew very well that this piano must have been attached to dirty things, otherwise it would not be contaminated with such strong anger. Where ordinary anger accumulates, there will definitely be bad signs.

Thinking of the letter that Kogoro Mori received, the story involving Aso Kei many years ago, and this piano, everything seemed to have some connection.

The fingertips gently flicked on his legs, and the text cut from the letter paper suddenly appeared in front of Okata's eyes. On the full moon night, the next shadow is about to disappear...

My heart thumped, Okabaya opened his eyes and burst out with a gleam. He stood up slowly and said to Xiaolan, who was closest to him, "I'll go to the bathroom."

Conan seemed to have noticed a glance at Okabaya's figure leaving. Although he was strange, he suppressed this thought. Through this period of contact and understanding, he never understood the true thoughts of this cousin, because both thinking and actions were meticulous and strange.

Because everyone was attending the ritual of the former village chief's third-year festival, Okabaya couldn't hide it and returned to the room with the piano in the empty corridor...

When he walked to the front of the piano, the tattoo behind him became hot again. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the ancient surface of the piano. While he was exploring, he found that the name "Keiji Aso" was engraved on a painted surface of the piano.

It was indeed the piano used by Keiji Aso, the performer who died twelve years ago. What's strange is... so many years have passed. Although the piano looks ragged, the keys that make the sound seem to have been carefully maintained and adjusted.

Okabaya carefully sniffed the scent of the piano and found that in addition to the strong anger, he also ignored something.

200 million acetylene! Ofang is very familiar with this smell. Perhaps ordinary people cannot access this drug, also known as "Heloin", but in an open country like the United States, guns and drugs directly constitute the source of crime.

So after sniffing out this strange smell, Ogata easily thinks of the white powder that has broken countless families.

"Hmm?" In an instant, the temperature in the whole room seemed to cool down, and the pores stood up, and the tattoo on Okabaya's back instinctively released the qi, wrapping him up.

Yu Fang knew very well that there was only one prerequisite for causing such signs from the Gangqi Dao Diagram, that is, something dirty came within five meters of him...

Without being anxious or slow, the calm Yukao bit his finger and a drop of bright red blood penetrated. He slowly injected this drop of blood into his eyebrows with a special method, as if it was absorbed by pores. He used blood as a guide and the Qi covered Yukao's closed eyes.

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

If it were an ordinary person, there would be a blurry image in the originally empty room, which would have been scared and panicked, but looking at Okata's calmness at the moment seemed as if everything was within his expectations.

The room was as gloomy as if it had sunk into the cellar. For ordinary people, such things as ghosts would never happen in their lifetime. However, in Okata's view, ghosts are a weak consciousness formed by the hostility after death. The fact that they can see him is just an extra communication.

This is a middle-aged man in a suit and a loyal face. He was surprised to see Okama staring at him. The image fluctuated extremely on his face with a bit of shrillness...

"Can you see me?" The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide, his pupils seemed to sink Okabaya's face into it. His voice trembled in fear, and the whole image shook in the air. A trace of hostility seemed to tremble like a whirlwind of cicadas, moving from head to toe.

Humans and ghosts have different paths. Whether it is humans or ghosts, being able to communicate face to face is a luxury. For people, seeing ghosts is not a good thing, because their hearts are filled with fear of unknown things.

But for ghosts, it is not a kind of fear! They wander aimlessly, and they have no way to complain because they have ties and concerns, or they die with their eyes open, so they cannot reincarnate.

Ten years of life and death are in vain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, and you have nowhere to talk about desolation.

He tasted all the loneliness and pain, and the torture of time and space. He had no support, nowhere to hide, and was hiding from the sun and thunderstorm. So he was shocked to find that Okata could actually see him.

Before Okaku could speak, the middle-aged man suddenly knelt at Okaku's feet, his whole face struggling in pain, his hair was messy, and a line of tears of aura flowed out of his eyes. His voice trembled and helped, "...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 kept knocking on the ground with his image-forming head. As his tears flowed, his anger continued to dissipate. This was a sign of the ghost's consciousness being collapsed by strong emotional images.

Tears filled the painful and pitiful face. The ghost was not as scary as I imagined. What was scary was that no matter whether it was human or ghost, the dirty and rotten heart.

The room was cold and silent for a long time.
Chapter completed!