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My name is Konan Edogawa, or it is now, thanks to some poison slipped to me by a secret crime organization.
Now I’ve got to solve crimes as a kid while trying to get my real body back.
The clues are many and suspects abound, but I’ve always believed that with a keen eye for details, one truth will prevail.
It was the first new century in one hundred years
And when I felt like I should cry, I laughed away my tears
The end of a millennium
We’ve waited a long, long time
To see the brave new world
And the mountains we would climb
The things I tried to comprehend
As a child remain a mystery
There’s nothing in me to defend
There’s nothing great about me
All I will ever believe
Is the pounding of my heart, though
It doesn’t answer questions
That’s just the way it goes
All I will ever have faith in
Is the beating in my heart
The Moonlight Sonata Murder Case
The Moonlight Sonata Murder Case
What luck. Yoko Okino’s in town tonight only, while famous detective Richard Moore is on some boat, going to some island in the middle of nowhere.
And it’s all thanks to that irritating letter I received last week.
The next night at the full moon, shadows will begin disappearing from Moonlight Island. Please investigate. Signed, Casper Austin.
Yes, Moore Detective Agency.
Two more days till the full moon.
Huh?
Your $five thousand fee has already been deposited in your account. Good luck.
Hey, wait a minute. Who is this?
Casper Austin, of Moonlight Island.
Ah! No, wait! Hold on! Hello? Hello?!
I hate difficult clients.
Oh, Dad. I’m excited about going to this island so we can relax. Aren’t you, Conan?
Mm-hmm.
Uh…
Austin… Casper… I can’t find anyone by that name on my list here.
Then check your records again. I know he’s here. How could I get a letter from him if he doesn’t exist?
I don’t know, sir. He’s not on the residents list. I’m new on the island, so maybe he just wants to stay anonymous.
Is there a problem here?
Sort of. This gentleman claims a resident on the island hired him, but we can’t find his name on the list.
Really?
Yes. Apparently by a man named Casper Austin.
What? Did you say Casper Austin?
That can’t be true. Casper Austin couldn’t have contacted him. It’s impossible. He’s been dead years.
Casper Austin was a famous concert pianist that lived on this island.
He was an amazing talent whose fingers could create the most angelic-sounding music.
About twelve years ago on a night with a full moon, he played his last concert.
It had been a while since he’d been on the island due to touring, so this performance was quite special.
After the show, without any warning, he locked his family inside of his house and set it on fire.
He stabbed his wife and daughter with a kitchen knife.
It’s said that he then played the piano with walls of flame surrounding him until he succumbed to the smoke,
as if some terrible power had taken over him.
He died that night, playing Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata.
Hmm. A letter from a dead person. That’s what I call a practical joke.
I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Your investigation fee was already deposited in your account. And postmark on the letter is from this island.
I bet there’s somebody on this island that wants you to do an investigation on Casper Austin instead of for Casper Austin.
That’s right. We could question the mayor about who Casper’s closest friends and fans were before he died.
Then maybe we could find some clues.
That’s enough, Rachel. Didn’t someone tell us the mayor would be at the community hall today?
Okay, Billy, remember now. Keep warm and drink plenty of liquids.
I will. Bye-bye.
Goodbye.
Uh, excuse me. Could you point us towards the community hall?
Yes. Take a left at this corner here, then follow that and it’s on your right.
I don’t suppose you’re all from the city?
Yes. We just arrived by boat.
Really? I used to live in the city myself a few years back. I loved it there.
But this island does have its advantages. The air is clean and crisp and it’s always so tranquil and warm.
He’s the man with the plan. Protect the fishermen.
That’s Mr. Schumacher for bad boys.
Well, strike that. Maybe not so quiet with the election coming up.
Oh, an election, huh?
The candidates are Mr. Schumacher, who represents the fishermen and is from the town of Schumacher,
the current mayor, Mr. Kinsella, whose popularity has waned,
and Mr. Cavanaugh, the island’s wealthiest man.
According to some of my patients, Mr. Cavanaugh has a small…
I’m sorry to interrupt, nurse, but we’re not interested in this island’s politics.
Well, I am sorry, too, sir. I’m not a nurse, Dr. Nadia Adams.
Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.
You know, if you’re going down to the community hall, you’ll be able to meet all three of the candidates.
Oh?
They’re holding a memorial service tonight for the former mayor, Mr. Kirkpatrick, who died two years ago.
He died in office?
A memorial.
Our water is too dirty for the fish to dry!
Talk about opportunistic.
We’re trying to hold a memorial service, and they have the nerve to hold a protest!
Ignore them. They’re just a bunch of pests making noise.
Hadley! What are you doing standing there? Do something to make those people shut up!
Uh, yes. Sorry, Miss Kinsella.
Hey, what’s going on in here?
What is it, Stephen?
The election word on the street is your numbers are slipping fast and you don’t stand a chance.
I heard the same thing. In fact, last time I checked, I had a % lead on every candidate.
We all know that’s because you know how to throw your money around.
I learned it all from you, Theodore.
Uh, Mr. Kinsella, there’s someone from the city here to see you.
Oh, great. Who is it?
He wouldn’t tell me his name, but he is a detective.
What? A detective here?
For crying out loud. How long are they going to make us wait?
Dad, have you seen Conan?
Uh, a piano.
Hey, Conan, what are you doing?
Well, what’s going on in here?
Nice. Great view of the water from here.
This piano is filthy.
Why don’t they just clean it up a bit?
Stop! Don’t touch that!
That’s the piano.
Casper Austin played his last concert on that the night he killed his family.
That wretched thing is cursed!
You’re kidding, right? How can a piano be cursed?
Mr. Austin wasn’t the only one, though. Our last mayor died in very much the same way.
Which is the Mr. Kirkpatrick you’re having the memorial service for today?
Yes. It all happened two years ago today.
There was a full moon that night. I was walking home when I happened to pass by and hear the sound of a piano coming from what I thought was an empty community hall.
I called out, asking if there was anyone inside, and then, suddenly, the music stopped.
I walked into the room and found Mayor Kirkpatrick dead.
The cause of death was listed as heart failure, but what is really haunting is the song he died playing.
The same song Mr. Austin continued playing as the flames engulfed him.
The Moonlight Sonata.
Ever since that horrible day, this has been dubbed the Cursed Piano, and no one has touched it.
Conan! I don’t see what the problem is. It works fine.
Now, if you don’t mind, please wait in the lobby until the service is over.
Hey! What are you guys still doing here?
Looking around. You here for the service?
Yes. My first patient on the island was Mr. Kirkpatrick, so I thought I’d pay my respects. He would probably do the same for me.
Oh, this is Mr. Schumacher. I met him on the way inside.
Matthew Schumacher. It is a pleasure to meet you.
Hey, Kavanaugh. You hired that detective from the city to do some checking on me, didn’t you?
Don’t be stupid.
Yeah, run away.
Excuse me.
It’s strange. According to what Mr. Hadley said, that piano hasn’t been used in several years.
Yet when I played it earlier, the sounds it produced were quite accurate.
Someone must be secretly tuning that piano.
Otherwise, it would have sounded much worse. And how does the letter Richard got play into this?
Oh no. It’s that song.
Moonlight Sonata.
Conan!
Hey kid, don’t go in there!
Mr. Kavanaugh.
We were too late.
He’s dead.
What? He’s dead?
Rachel, find a phone and call the police over now.
Right.
Dr. Adams, would you mind examining the body?
No, not at all.
I see the point of the letter now.
It was predicting that someone would be killed on Moonlight Island on the night of a full moon.
Why didn’t I see it before?
It’s the curse.
The curse is back. That piano is haunted.
Yeah, and what curse is that?
It’s not the piano. It’s a tape deck playing the music.
Kavanaugh’s death appears to be exactly like the previous two.
I call that premeditated murder.
Murder?
Hold up. Don’t start making accusations here.
Besides, who are you anyway?
I’m that famous detective from the city you heard about.
The name’s Richard Moore.
Oh yeah, you’re the astronaut, right?
No, no. You’re thinking of the guy who writes the mystery books.
No, that’s Robert Moore.
Then who’s this guy supposed to be?
Seawater.
I estimate time of death is minutes to one hour ago.
Cause of death seems like suffocation.
Although, the more I examine the body, the more it looks like a drowning.
So then he drowned. Great.
Though I can’t be sure until an autopsy is done.
I think Dr. Adams is right in her assumptions.
See, there’s a suit jacket floating in the water.
It probably belongs to Mr. Kavanaugh.
There’s evidence that he was dragged from this door that leads to the ocean over to the piano where he is now.
There’s also a visible amount of sand on his back.
This door as well as all the other doors and windows in the room were locked.
And the first few seconds recorded on this tape are just silence.
So, Conan, when’d you find all this out?
The murderer probably led Mr. Kavanaugh outside, incapacitated him and then drowned him.
Then he dragged the body into this room, locked the door and turned on the tape recorder before he went back into the hallway.
Right, Mr. Moore?
Uh, yeah, that’s correct, Conan.
The situation now shows us that the door to this room was locked.
Since we were at the building’s entrance the entire time, chances are good that our killer went back to the service after the crime.
Hold on a minute there. Are you saying that murderer is still here?
He’s still here?
Yes, more than likely the murderer is still here.
Did anyone here see Mr. Kavanaugh leave his seat at any time during the service?
Yeah, I sure did see him leave. He said he was gonna use the restroom.
And did anyone see any other person leave his or her seat?
How can you expect someone to remember all these little details?
Okay, do you know of anyone that didn’t get along with Mr. Kavanaugh? Anyone at all?
I wouldn’t call it a grudge, but the only one who can benefit from this death is Schumacher.
He’s running against Kavanaugh in the upcoming election for my office.
What are you talking about? That would make you just as much of a suspect as me.
He’s right. It could mean a sure win for my father in the election.
Assuming that someone hasn’t already tried to rig the votes for the longevity of his own pathetic campaign.
What?
Please, Miss Kinsella.
All right, let’s calm down.
There’s one thing I still don’t get. Why’d the killer bring the body here?
The killer took full advantage of the people’s superstitions by placing blame on the piano’s supposed curse.
By the way, how long has this piano been here?
Well, it’s been here since Mr. Austin donated it, and that was before me. I’d say about years.
Oh. It was Casper Austin’s piano.
Yes. His name is engraved there on the keyboard’s cover.
Hmm. What have we here?
It’s sheet music. That’s interesting. I’m sure this wasn’t here earlier this afternoon.
So who’s the drama queen?
That’s Ken Nicholson. He was a very affluent figure on the island, and independently wealthy.
Known for indulging in wine, women, and gambling.
But after the death of the former mayor, it’s as if he’s afraid of something and never leaves his house.
Just sits at home by himself.
Hmm.
If I’m not mistaken, you were childhood friends with him, weren’t you, Mr. Kinsella?
Oh, yeah. We go way back.
I got the police.
What took so long?
Well, he wasn’t at the police station. I had to go out and find him.
So then, who was it that sent for me?
He sent for you. Mr. Richard Moore is a…
Oh, yeah. You’re that famous…
Yes?
Space shuttle astronaut.
You got the wrong guy.
Okay, it’s getting pretty late. Why don’t we start the questionings in the morning?
What was all that talk of murder? Everyone knows it’s Austin’s curse.
I don’t understand it either.
Why don’t they just cut to the chase and burn that wretched piano?
Yeah, you’re right. Maybe it would be better if a haunted piano like that were disposed of.
Steven.
I was very impressed by Conan’s intelligent assumptions back there.
Yeah, well, he likes to play detective sometimes.
But everyone was saying how persuasive he was, as if he’s a professional.
Oh, no. I’m just imitating Richard, that’s all. I always watch him while he’s solving cases.
Compared to me, though, Conan here is obviously just a child.
Well, then, I guess we’ll be heading to our motel now.
Good night, then. Oh, I hope you solve this case soon, Detective Moore.
I’d rather not examine any more homicide victims.
No sweat. With a case in my hands, it’ll be wrapped up in no time.
I doubt it. This case is filled with things that even I don’t quite understand.
Wait a minute. The letter said, begin to disappear. That means… this isn’t the end.
What? You’re saying the murderer plans to strike again?
And you’re positive that this letter predicts more killings?
The letter said, shadows will disappear. That implies light.
So the light must be the Moonlight Sonata we heard on the tape at the murder scene.
I see now. So twelve years ago, the song Casper Austin was playing as his house was in flames.
And again, two years ago, the same song is heard before finding the body of the last mayor of Moonlight.
And all three deaths involve a piano.
You two, go back to the motel.
No, Dad, wait!
You know, we should probably follow him. He’s gonna need our help.
I can’t believe you’re serious about doing this. Spending the night next to a corpse with a child? Sounds crazy to me.
I thought I told you two to go back to the motel.
But Conan wanted to…
Hey, officer, who moved this body without getting my permission first?
It was me. I felt sorry for that poor man being left in such an unnatural position against that piano.
Yeah, that’s a problem. See, forensics hasn’t been here yet.
Hey, that sheet music we found earlier has disappeared.
What? Oh, that, yes, I have it. I didn’t want it to get lost.
Great, good work.
It’s sheet music from Moonlight Sonata.
What?
Moonlight Sonata?
You’re ruining that beautiful song!
It’s not me. There’s an error on the fourth line of this page.
Fourth line?
Is it possible this sheet music is Mr. Cavanaugh’s dying message?
If that’s so, then the murderer may try to retrieve it.
Hello?
The front desk clerk at the motel told me you were staying here tonight.
Dr. Adams.
I thought you might like some midnight snacks.
Oh, that’s exactly what I need.
I am starving.
So, Dr. Adams, when we met before, you said you weren’t originally from this island, right?
Yes, I’m from the city and I go back there every weekend.
I guess you could call me a part-time resident here.
I’ve always wanted to work on an island like this, surrounded by nature.
Plus, I really love that small-town attitude.
I’ve been here just over two years.
So, Dr. Adams, Mr. Kirkpatrick, the former mayor of Moonlight who the service was for tonight,
did he really die of heart failure?
Yes. He had a history of heart trouble in his family,
but the expression on his face when he died was twisted as if he’d seen something frightening.
Do you remember noticing anything different about the room then?
Let’s see.
Come to think of it…
What is it?
I want to say there was a window open.
A window?
I remember that being mentioned.
They just assumed that a custodian had forgotten to close it.
Which window was it?
That’s easy.
It was this window here.
Watch out!
Hold it!
Stop!
Ah, Ratt. We lost him.
He did exactly what I thought he’d do.
He came back to get the sheet music.
Okay, here’s the plan. We’re staying up all night guarding the place.
All right.
Hey, Moore!
Moore! You awake? It’s already afternoon.
Inspector McGuire, what are you doing here?
Technically, this island is considered to be in my jurisdiction.
Should’ve known.
If you’re looking for the sheet music, I got it from Conan.
I’ve already been filled in on all the details.
Yeah, all three of them were awake when I got here.
The only two who were still sleeping were you and Grandpa over there.
We’re starting the investigation down at City Hall.
Get cleaned up. We’re gonna need you.
I think we’d be better off if we’d just stayed up all night.
Hey, Dad. What’s up?
Did you find the killer yet?
Would we still be here if we had?
I mean, there were people at that service last night, and they’re all suspects.
So it won’t be that easy.
So, when is it my turn to be questioned?
Look, I know you’re tired, Doctor, but unfortunately, you’re last on our list.
I guess I’ll go freshen up a bit. See you soon.
Detective, do you know how many people haven’t been questioned yet today?
Well, if you include Dr. Adams,
we’ve got Mayor Kinsella’s daughter, Renee Kinsella,
who’s over there with her fiancé, Stephen Mulholland,
Matthew Schumacher, who’s running for mayor,
and Mr. Kinsella’s assistant, Kevin Hadley.
Ken Nicholson is being questioned now.
So that makes six people, but this Nicholson guy is taking a while.
No matter what we ask him, he remains silent.
My gut tells me that he’s our murderer.
Kevin! Are you still talking about that cursed piano?
The more you keep these rumors alive, the better the chances it will happen.
But Mr. Kinsella, I wasn’t…
Just get rid of it, or it’s your job.
Yes, sir.
Hire a guy as a favor for your brother. It’s a thing you get to do.
How dare you accuse me of that!
Why would I want to kill Mr. Kavanaugh? You have nothing on me!
Renee is really getting hysterical.
She’s been screaming for the past ten minutes.
Now that’s funny. He’s already finished his questioning,
yet Mr. Nicholson hasn’t gone home yet.
Is he waiting around for someone?
Rachel, I’ve got to go to the bathroom.
Uh, didn’t Mr. Nicholson just come in here a second ago?
Not in here.
Oh, great. He took the stairs.
Oh, no.
It’s Moonlight Sonata, second movement.
Where’s that music coming from?
The PA room?
Mr. Nicholson!
Too late again.
No!
Wait, ma’am. You can’t go in there.
Get the lab boys in here right away!
Sorry, Inspector. Forensics already went to the city to perform Kavanaugh’s autopsy.
What? They didn’t leave anyone here?
What about me?
I’ll volunteer my services.
Dr. Adams?
Well, at least we’ve narrowed down our list of suspects to a select few.
The killer must still be here.
We had all the exits sealed off with armed security.
That’s two unsolved deaths too many.
Who could it be?
Who is the murderer?
