"husband!"

"Don't move, Mrs. Tatsumura, please don't touch the body!" The expressions of several detectives present changed. Detective Hattori immediately ran to the body and squatted down to carefully observe the condition of the body.

"This boy..." The uncle's brows trembled, and he was very dissatisfied with this boy from Osaka. I am a famous detective.

Hattori didn't care so much, and started to check the condition of the deceased with the gloves he brought with him.

Okino didn't say much from beginning to end. He was not interested in solving the case. Instead, he looked at the room with a confused expression. He didn't notice it at first, but as time went by, he always felt that there was a very strange feeling in this room.

, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

At first, he thought that this room was affected by magic, such as a curse or similar to the black magic he encountered before, but after carefully sensing Okino, he did not find any magic fluctuations, not even magic power. He was very sure of this.

It even opens the magic circuit in the body to enhance perception.

"Strange, what's going on? Where does this uncomfortable feeling come from..." As a magician, Okino's perception is slightly stronger than that of normal people, even if he doesn't know anything.

A way to exercise your perception, but the existence of magic makes the impossible possible.

Okino looked at the bookshelf, the books on the bookshelf, the exhibits on the cabinet and the paintings on the wall one by one. There was nothing unusual about these things, they were just very ordinary items. Finally, Okino's eyes inadvertently focused on them.

A disc player that keeps spinning.

"Hey, could it be music?" Staring at the slowly rotating disc, Okino suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he had seen this scene somewhere.

"Music...music...disc...sound...sound!? That's right, it's the sound!"

Okino suddenly realized that it was music. He remembered that there seemed to be cases of death due to listening to music in his previous life, and if he remembered correctly, the tune of that music seemed to be...

scene change

Officer Memu was very fast and arrived at the murder scene in less than ten minutes.

"Haha, it's been a long time, Officer Megure."

"Haha, why is it you, the God of Death again!" Officer Megure sneered, glared at Mouri with an unkind expression, and even glanced at Okino standing at the door. At first, he thought that the other person was the God of Death, but now it seems

This is a big mistake, the god of death is obviously the old man with the mustache in front of him.

"Hahaha, Officer Megure is really joking. How could I be the God of Death? It's obvious that the case came to me, Moori Kogoro, hahaha~~" The uncle is a very thick-skinned group, and there is no sign of blushing at all.

He was still proud of it, but now Officer Megure was completely speechless.

"Okay, let's talk about the case."

"Yes, Officer Megure!"

Balabala talked a lot, and the general story of the case can be regarded as a narration.

"Well, according to you, the diplomat died accidentally."

"Hey, that's right. I see that this diplomat doesn't have any scars on his appearance, so..."

Before the uncle finished speaking, he was immediately interrupted rudely by Hattori.

"What are you talking about, uncle? This diplomat was obviously poisoned to death."

"What, poisoned?" Officer Megure was shocked.

"That's right, it's poisoning." Hattori felt very proud of Officer Megure's surprised look and continued to explain his reasoning in an orderly manner.

"Look at the victim's neck. Is there a small red dot on it?"

Hearing this, the uncle and Officer Memu both lowered their heads and looked, and sure enough, there was a small red dot on the side of their neck.

"It really does."

"In my opinion, the murderer used a poisonous needle to pierce the victim's neck, then placed his body as if he was asleep and used tricks to turn the room into a secret room, so this is a case of secret room murder."

"Well, this is indeed very possible. No, who are you?"

"My name is Hattori Heiji, and I am a high school detective from Osaka." Hattori Heiji's expression was very confident, and he looked down upon this moustachioed man who suddenly became popular. He even suspected that all this was happening.

Kudo Shinichi was behind the scenes, so he came to Tokyo from Osaka in order to find out the truth.

"Osaka? High school student detective?" Officer Megure's expression was very strange. What was the detective kid from Osaka doing in Tokyo?

"Ahem, that's what Officer Mumu is..."

Balabala explained for a long time, and Officer Memu was very angry. However, the other party was Heizang's son, so he still had to give him the face he deserved, but...

"You kid, please listen to me. I don't care if you are Heizo's son or not. This is Tokyo, and we don't want you, a high school detective from Osaka, to tell you what to do."

"Uh..." Hattori was also confused. He was used to wandering around murder scenes, but now he was scolded by Officer Megure and was immediately confused.

"Okay, irrelevant people should leave immediately. Our police are going to conduct an investigation."

After Officer Megure's outburst, Hattori became much more honest and silently searched for clues. The same goes for Conan, who was still wandering around the scene even though he was clearly ill, and finally fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Xiaolan was frightened.

"Conan, Conan! It's so hot!"

"I'm sorry, Conan has a very bad fever right now. Do you have any free rooms here?"

"Well, why don't you let this kid stay in my room, and I'll take you there." The person who spoke was Tatsumura Takayama, the son of the deceased.

"Okay, thank you very much."

"You're welcome, come with me."

Okino at the door saw this scene and smiled vaguely. To be honest, he had never seen Kudo himself after being in this world for so long, so he just took this opportunity to have a good meeting. But before that,

He still had some questions he wanted to ask someone in the family.

"Hello, Mr. Toshimitsu Tatsumura, is it convenient for you now? I have some questions." Toshimitsu Tatsumura, the victim's father, was an elderly man who loved painting.

"Okay, please ask."

"Thank you. Did your son like listening to opera very much during his lifetime?"

"Yes, he likes opera very much. He would take time to go to this room to listen to opera alone every day."

"I see, so this room is also specially designed to be soundproof."

"That's right."

Okino nodded in understanding and continued to ask.

"Then the second question, since your son has the habit of collecting, he will also collect songs other than operas."

"Yes, he will also collect some famous songs in the world."

"I see. Then I have one last question, does your son have heart disease?"
Chapter completed!