Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 211: Thrilling Music Score (Part 1)

However, Domoto Ikki played a short improvisation and once again hit the problematic key, but nothing happened. It turned out that Conan had already removed the sensor in the pipe.

"You're so capable, little detective." The fire investigator reached out and rubbed Conan's head, making Conan's hair into a mess.

Conan was a little worried about the toy seller's safety: "Is Sister Annie okay? I saw her jump off the roof before..."

"Don't worry, our rescue capabilities are very strong. Annie wasn't hurt except for a little discomfort from the smoke. After all, the one who rescued her was a super kind person from our patrol team, our horseback hero."

"Is that the one codenamed 'Cowboy'?"

"Hey, how did you know?"

"On the train earlier, Sister Patricia told me that Cowboy is a kind-hearted man."

The fire investigator complained unconvincedly, "Why doesn't Senior Patricia praise me? I'm also a fire hero who can save people from fire and water."

[Spell Master: You did save people from danger, but don't you know where the danger comes from?]

[Puppeteer: You've made perfect use of your position.]

[Fire Investigator: Just tell me whether I saved anyone.]

[First Mate: Cherish your life and stay away from the fire.]

[Batter: Don't try to cook it over high heat again.]

[Reporter: It seems that many people in the manor don't like fire...]

Pu Hejiang, who had recovered from the punch from the fire investigator, sat on a chair and looked up at Conan: "You're quite capable, little brother. What's your name?"

"I'm Conan Edogawa, and I'm a detective."

Amidst the audience's applause, Officers Takagi and Sato reached a high, open-air box, from which they could overlook the box where Pu and Jiang were. In order to prevent the bomb from exploding, Officer Sato decided to look for a sniper position nearby.

Pu Hejiang still had a confident smile on his face at this time: "What a shame, I can still use this remote control to detonate it, so you lose."

"That's not necessarily true." Conan secretly opened the watch-shaped anesthetic gun behind his back.

Confidently, Pu Hejiang locked the door of the box and opened the curtains so that he could watch the scene on the stage.

"Since the police haven't shown up yet, it means everything is just as I expected. The area around the concert hall is already a sea of ​​fire, and no one can get in."

"Although it was my mistake that some of the bombs and sensors were dismantled, it doesn't matter now. I can just detonate it at my favorite moment."

The fire investigator put his hands on his hips and said, "That's outrageous! Although Mr. Antonio and his team were temporarily performing on stage to prevent the explosion, their actual piece hasn't even begun yet. By doing this, you're essentially interrupting their performance."

"The 'composer' and all the artists here hate having their works insulted. These nobles are so particular at times like this."

Pu Hejiang chuckled disdainfully. "Although I didn't get to hear Master Antonio's amazing single-string playing, it doesn't matter now. I'll just treat this explosion as a farewell gift and send them all to hell."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Conan immediately aimed his watch-shaped anesthetic gun at Pu and Jiang, but found that the anesthetic needle could not be fired. It turned out that the watch was smashed when they were attacked.

"Damn, don't you have any equipment that can interrupt him?" Conan asked the fire investigator anxiously.

"Don't push me. I only have portable airbags on me. They're for rescue, not killing people," the fire investigator shrugged. "But Mr. Klayberg probably can't keep his icy face down, seeing this guy disrespect the art of music."

Sure enough, before Pu and Jiang could feel proud for a few seconds, they heard the sound of the door lock of the box being pried open, which made Pu and Jiang immediately look at the door vigilantly.

The door of the box was opened, and the composer and opera singer walked in. The composer's face looked very ugly, just as the fire investigator said.

"Mr. Puhejiang, are you really planning to disrupt this performance or even blow up the entire concert hall?" the composer asked, holding his cane.

Pu Hejiang held the detonator in his hand and said, "Ah, isn't this Mr. Kreiberg? Your performance seems to be not over yet, why are you leaving the stage?"

"Mr. Antonio and the others are holding up the stage. I can still catch up with the ensemble if I go back later. But before that, I have to knock you down for daring to tarnish the music."

"Hmph, you can't catch up." Puhejiang looked at Domoto who was about to press the piano keys again on the stage, ready to detonate the bomb.

The next second, the composer pulled out a gun from his cane and shot Pu Hejiang in the hand. The shot accurately broke a finger, making Pu Hejiang unable to control the detonator.

Pu Hejiang fell to the ground, covering his hand in pain. The detonator in his hand slipped and was picked up by the extremely fast opera singer. Then the opera singer exerted a little force and crushed the detonator into pieces on the ground, making it unusable no longer.

"I told you, don't tarnish the artist's art, otherwise you will end up in a miserable situation." The fire investigator grinned.

Conan looked at the composer drawing his gun and immediately felt that the scene was quite familiar. Back on the Ezembard, the composer had also pulled out a gun from his cane.

The sound of gunfire was drowned out by the music, and the audience in the concert hall did not notice that someone was firing a gun.

"Did you break his ring finger? Did you learn that from those alchemists?" the opera singer asked casually, tossing the mask in his hand.

"Alchemists use this method to make people imperfect. Without a steady hand, perfect works cannot be completed. This is true for all such delicate work." The composer put the gun back into his cane. "But I think that even if his hands were still intact, he would not be able to continue his work as a tuner."

At this moment, the fire investigator seemed to have received some news. He jumped directly to the outside of the box and left by stepping on the decorations on the wall. "It seems that the police are coming. I will retreat first."

Seeing this, the composer also prepared to go back to the stage and join the ensemble, but the opera singer stayed and helped the scorer and the craftsman bandage their wounds.

"As long as your finger is reattached within an hour, there will be no sequelae." The opera singer took out his small sewing kit, disinfected it, and then gave Pu and Jiang a simple treatment.

Conan asked Pu and Jiang: "Why did you plant a bomb in this concert hall?"

Puhejiang explained the reason: "For thirty-five years, I have been Domoto Issei's personal tuner. I have lived my life with him. But two years ago, he suddenly announced that he would no longer play the piano and would play the organ instead. He also invited me to be the director of this concert hall."

"Of course I could have refused and continued my work as a tuner. But after so many years, I no longer have the heart to work for other pianists. My pride won't allow it."