Model worker and his little darling

Chapter 460 The Talented Mika Prison

As instructed by Inspector Megure, the suspects temporarily left the scene after their fingerprints were collected.

Conan tugged at the clothes of the idle Pingqing next to him, "Pingqing-nii, did you notice something?"

Ping Qing yawned. "Not yet, I don't know anything about music."

You don't seem to be in good spirits today.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep well last night."

Taira gritted his teeth; it was all Gin's fault.

Seeing that Pingqing was alright, Conan lowered his head and continued to think about the two locked rooms for tonight.

Stretching, Pingqing spotted something interesting. She immediately walked to the window and said, "Take a look, isn't that tape?"

After discovering that both windows were taped shut, Conan rushed downstairs to where the old lady had fallen.

"Officer, Uncle Mori asked me to ask you if anything strange had fallen around the body."

The two officers showed Conan what they had found, "and this looks a bit like the tip of a chopstick."

Conan was shocked when he heard this, and then ran to the annex.

"We did find a charred box, and it looked like there were two thin sticks inside."

Upon hearing this, Conan began to think about how to solve the locked room puzzle. However, he accidentally stepped on a small object, which made Conan instantly understand everything.

Meanwhile, Uncle Mori was still trying to brainwash Inspector Megure, trying to explain that this was a suicide case, making it seem like he was in cahoots with the murderer.

As he was talking, Uncle Mori yawned.

This action caught the attention of both Inspector Megure and Takagi.

Uncle Mori looked confused. "Why are you all staring at me?"

The naive and innocent Takagi said with a smile, "Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've seen Mr. Mori deducing while he's asleep."

Upon hearing "asleep," Uncle Mori's face darkened, and he felt an urge to drag Conan over and beat him up.

Not long after, the fingerprint results came back, and Heikiri started talking to Inspector Megure for a while.

Inspector Megure looked serious. "Brother Taira, what evidence do you have for saying this?" "I've already asked Conan to find the evidence. You'll find out in a bit."

Conan, who happened to be returning just in time, couldn't help but roll his eyes at Hirai. This was utterly shameless; he was the one who noticed something was wrong and started looking for clues.

With everything prepared, the four suspects who had left reunited.

"You know who the killer is? So this really is a serial murder case."

Uncle Mori cleared his throat. "I'd like to ask everyone to listen to me play a piece, Miss Renki, just like the one I played for you before. I wonder if that's alright?"

Thinking of that nagging voice, despite the uncle's eager gaze, Lianxi still refused without hesitation.

"It's better not to."

Grandpa Ichiro hugged the zither tightly, "What kind of request is this? What do you take my Storatibalios for?"

The butler was also furious, "If you, an amateur, were to get it dirty, how would you explain it to the master?"

All three expressed strong opposition, except for the handsome Haga Kyosuke, who was very enthusiastic.

"Don't do that. I think we should try it as Mr. Mori suggested. Maybe he has something in mind." Saying this, he took the violin from Mr. Ichiro. "Then, let us hear you play the violin."

He then handed the violin to Uncle Mori.

Uncle Mori smiled. "It really is you, Mr. Kyosuke."

Yuga Kyosuke's expression changed drastically, but returned to normal in an instant.

"Please, I only did this because I saw you wanted to play this violin..."

Before he could finish speaking, Pingqing interrupted him.

“All four of you have a chance to switch the zither. If the uncle touched the zither and then switched it, then the person who switched the zither could be the butler, Ms. Tsukumo, and Mr. Ichiro. If that’s the case, they will find an opportunity to let the uncle touch the zither again. As long as the uncle’s fingerprints are on it, they can get away with it.”

“If the violin was switched before the old man played it, there wouldn’t be his fingerprints on it. So the suspects would be Mr. Kyosuke and Ms. Renki. To clear yourselves of suspicion, you would let the old man touch the violin again.”

“Just now, none of the three men, including Master Ichiro, wanted you to touch this zither, but you were the only one who agreed. This just proves that you are the real murderer in this series of murders.”

The group was somewhat unable to accept it, and the butler raised an objection, "However, it is also possible that the zither was switched before Young Master Xiangfu tuned it."

Ping Qing shrugged. "You're underestimating Mr. Xiangfu's abilities. He's a man of perfect pitch. If there's a problem with the instrument, he'll definitely notice."

"Those rooms of Uncle Genzaburo and Grandma were both secret rooms..."

Pingqing patted Conan on the head, "Take out what you found."

Conan took out the items he found at the fire scene and handed them to Inspector Megure.

"This is the metal part of the lock on Mr. Genzaburo's room door. If the door had been forced open, this part would have been severely deformed, but now only the hole at the top is crooked. So the door should not have been locked when the fire occurred."

Xiaolan recalled, "But when we went to check the scene afterwards, the door lock was clearly locked."

"At that time, Mr. Kyosuke just pretended that the door was locked. The fire inside was so big that people couldn't open their eyes because of the smoke, so he took the opportunity to lock the door."

As he spoke, Pingqing glanced at Yuga Kyosuke's hand; despite the huge fire, it hadn't been burned.

"I see. So what does this have to do with the switched violins?"

"Everyone in this family knows that Mrs. Ayane comes here every night to look at the violin. Given how much she values ​​this violin, she's bound to spot the fake. Then he plays a requiem on the real violin downstairs to lure the old lady to the window and make her jump."

With that, Heikichi gestured for Conan to get to work.

Conan pursed his lips. He was the one who noticed something was wrong first, and they all came up with the solution together. In the end, he was the one who ended up running errands.

Pulling back the curtains, everyone saw a violin hanging outside the two windows.

Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, Ping Qing smiled and said, "This is what Mrs. Xuan Yin saw at the time of the incident. She thought it was the real thing, reached out to take it, and then fell to her death."

Inspector Megure expressed skepticism about these words, "But would she really fall so easily?"

Seeing this, Conan first had the butler put the real item away, and then called over his most useful assistant, Officer Takagi.

“Officer Takagi, the Stradivarius is hanging outside the window, so I would like to ask you to help me get it down.”

Trusting Conan, Takagi walked straight to the window. Turning around and seeing the expectant gazes of everyone, a chill ran down her spine, and a bad feeling suddenly welled up inside her.

"Officer, there's nothing mysterious about this, is there?"

Inspector Megure waved his hand, "No, no."

Upon hearing this, Takagi had no choice but to bite the bullet, open the window, and reach for the violin.

As a result, the window opened, and the violin disappeared into the distance.

As the piano receded into the distance, Takagi, completely unprepared, nearly suffered the same fate as the old lady, but was thankfully pulled back by Ran and Inspector Megure standing nearby.

Seeing Takagi, who nearly died in the line of duty, and the baton on the window frame, everyone understood why Mrs. Ayane had fallen to her death.

“Mr. Hibiki, the baton and violin you retrieved are hidden somewhere in that room downstairs. There should still be fingerprints on them that you didn’t have time to wipe off.”

But Renxi still refused to believe it. "How could Uncle Xiangfu be the murderer? This evening, he risked his life to rescue Grandma from the fire."

"This is because of the rules of the musical scale."

As soon as Conan finished speaking, Kyosuke Haga, who had been silent all along, spoke up.

"That's true. The names of the two women, Uncle G Genzaburo and Aunt Ayane, both start with G and A respectively. It would be too unpleasant if they died at the same time."

Seeing the smile on Haga Kyosuke's face, Hirakiyo raised an eyebrow slightly.

Indeed, artists' ideas are always unconventional.

That reason is brilliant!

Inspector Megure was furious. "Young man, what do you take human life for?"

"You should have said that to my Uncle Tōichirō. I think he's forgotten it too. Two years ago, on my uncle's birthday, I was brought here to tune the sound system for Storatibalios."

"The feel of it confirmed to me that this was the violin my father gave me when I was a child. I asked Aunt Yongmei to confirm, but she told me something infuriating."

“Thirty years ago, my uncle borrowed this violin from my father so that his son could play it. After hearing its sound, he became greedy and returned it to my father with an identical replica.”

"Later, when the truth came out, an argument ensued, and that's why my father fell down the stairs. My uncle didn't call an ambulance, and instead staged the scene to look like a robbery."

“After Aunt Yongmei told me about this, she rushed out of the room in a panic. When I saw her fall down the stairs like my father, I thought to myself, this is a revelation from God, so I thought of the musical scale sequence.”

Upon hearing this, the butler was shocked. "So, the person you're going to kill next is me, who came here to work without knowing anything about what happened 30 years ago?"

Kyosuke Haga walked to the window and calmly denied the reasoning.

"In German, CDEFGA is followed by the English letter H, which is ha, the first letter of Haga."

After saying that, Haga Kyosuke chuckled, stretched out his arms, and fell down.

Finally, Kyosuke Haga landed safely on the mat.

Seeing the handsome guy being handcuffed and put into the police car, Heiji felt a little emotional. Conan had sent another great talent into Beika Prison.

Mika Prison is teeming with talent: a musician with perfect pitch, an architect with extreme obsessive-compulsive disorder, a renowned writer, a professional sommelier...

She speaks pleasantly and is good-looking.

That means there must be some talent that the organization needs here.

Perhaps Rum could keep an eye on it; in any case, it's much better than recruiting a bunch of undercover agents.

With that in mind, Pingqing silently sent an email.

Tsk, so late at night, he's still working diligently for the organization.

He always thinks about the organization and does everything for its development. Where can you find such a good successor?

In a few days, I can go visit the old man and pick up some nice things.

Inspector Megure patted Heikiyo heavily on the shoulder. "Heikiyo, you're really something."

Ping Qing's expression contorted for a moment, but fortunately it was dark and no one noticed anything amiss.

"Not at all, officer, you flatter me. This time it was all thanks to Uncle and Conan."

At this moment, Rum, who received an email from Hirai in the middle of the night: ...

He's really getting old; he can no longer understand what young people are thinking.

However, he was very curious about what had happened to make Pingqing come up with such a wild idea.

Recruiting people from prison is something only a normal person would think of. He then forwarded all of this to the BOSS.

……

After a night of turmoil, the four of them left the Metropolitan Police Department and returned to the detective agency.

After a friendly farewell, Pingqing walked towards the Porsche in the corner.

All of this was seen by Conan, who has excellent eyesight, and it made him feel a little uneasy.

According to Hirakiyo and Ai Haibara, Gin holds a high position in the organization and is ruthless. But now he's driving over to wait for Hirakiyo, which doesn't seem quite right, even if it's for a mission.

Moreover, Taira no Kiyoshi said he was a man who controlled the deer.

Even if Gin and Mishikazu have that kind of relationship, someone like Gin probably wouldn't treat Mishikazu's subordinates differently.

Pingqing!

Numerous ideas and images kept flashing through my mind.

Hearing Uncle Mori's call, Conan sighed and silently returned to his room.

In the car.

Gin put his arm around Heikichi, his tone full of laughter.

"Little ancestor, don't run away."

Pingqing didn't say anything, and found a comfortable position in Gin's arms with his eyes closed.

Seeing this, Gin reached out and lifted Hirakiyo's clothes, revealing the marks on his shoulder, which he had left the night before.

"It hurts~"

Hearing the muffled sound from the person in his arms, Gin rubbed the person's head.

"If I remember correctly, you started the trouble last night."

Hearing this, Pingqing felt a little guilty.

He definitely started the trouble and angered Gin. He was too lazy to resist, and Gin took advantage of him. After waking up, he left the safe house while Gin wasn't looking. Upon learning that the older man had accepted a request, he ran even further away.

It nuzzled Gin's face and a slightly sleepy voice sounded in Gin's ear.

"Koto-chan~, I'm sleepy."

Looking at Heikiri clinging tightly to him, Gin felt helpless; how could he drive like this?

Back in the safe house, they carried Pingqing, who was curled up in a ball, out.

After some commotion, Hirakiyo was tucked into the blanket by Gin.

……

When I woke up again, the sun was already setting.

Heiji rubbed his eyes and slowly walked out of the room. Not seeing Gin, he lazily sprawled on the sofa.

Fortunately, Gin returned not long after.

Before he knew it, Pingqing had pounced on him.

"Koto-chan~"

Seeing that Pingqing was still sleepy and had messy hair, Gin sighed and carried him inside.

"How long have you been awake?"

Pingqing hugged Gin's neck tightly, his voice full of grievance, "Um... I just woke up, and you weren't here."

Gin gently traced the corners of Heikichi's mouth with his fingers and saw them turn up slightly.