Chapter 989 The Cursed Violin"A real girl wrote this...?"
Shitara Renxi laughed awkwardly: "I'm sorry... I usually forget things... I think I really forgot."
"It's not a big problem actually. Just find the client."
Fujino labeled the violin girl in front of him as a confused girl, and then looked at the violin in her hand: "You are playing Petzold's minuet, right?"
"Yes... but I played the version adapted by Bach."
"Yeah, there is indeed a little difference." Fujino walked forward, glanced at the music score, picked it up and pointed with his finger: "According to your music score, when I came in just now and heard what was said now, the tone here is slightly lowered by a quarter."
"Huh?" Shitara Renxi's face revealed a hint of surprise: "Detective Fujino, you also understand music?"
"Not bad." Fujino recalled the experience of his former parents taking him to the opera house to listen to chorus singing, and explained: "I used to go to the opera house with my parents often, and I understood it after listening to it many times."
“You can hear these things when listening to songs…”
Shitara Renki was confused at first, then surprised: "Detective Fujino, do you have absolute pitch?"
"I don't know that."
"This is normal. If they don't get in touch with music, most people wouldn't know they have a sense of pitch." Shitara Renxi turned around and looked behind her: "My uncle also has absolute pitch. I thought you two could talk about it!"
Fujino followed her gaze and saw a bearded man who looked to be in his late thirties sitting on the windowsill with a phone in his hand, talking about something.
Fujino's ears moved slightly and he heard the sound of music coming from the other end of the phone.
"Hey, Lian Xi, you're not slacking off again, are you?"
A rough male voice came from behind. Fujino turned around and saw a square-faced man in a suit, with white hair and a slicked-back hairstyle, walking into the music room. He asked in a familiar manner, "Are you going to replace your father and play a song on that piano for Brother Choichiro tonight?"
"Ah, yes!"
Shitara Renxi seemed to recall something bad: "If I make a mistake, I will probably be scolded badly..."
"Mr. Gensaburo!" The middle-aged woman suddenly complained in a serious tone, "You should at least inform us before you come back. If you come back without saying anything, it will be very difficult for us."
Shitara Gensaburo yawned, his tone somewhat helpless: "I interrupted the meeting of the concert to come back specially. I haven't slept well since yesterday. I will go back to my room to sleep for a while, and you can call me when the birthday party starts... By the way, you didn't touch my room, right?"
"Don't worry, I'll wake you up before then."
The middle-aged woman's tone remained the same: "As for the room, I didn't move it. After all, I don't want to be scolded like the deceased lady for moving your room."
Watching the two people leaving, Fujino smiled helplessly: "This lady is really serious."
"Housekeeper Jinqu is like this." Shitara Renxi was not surprised: "After all, she has been working in our family before I was born. Thanks to her management over the years, our family has not been in chaos."
"Yes, she also taught me a lesson when I was a child."
A male voice came, and the uncle who had just sat by the window came over and sighed helplessly in the direction the two had left: "Yes, everyone has changed a little over the years, but Aunt Hongsheng seems to have not changed at all."
As he said that, he looked at Fujino and smiled, "Detective Fujino, right?"
"I've heard a lot about you. When I was composing music for a TV series last time, I heard Miss Okino Yoko mention you." Fujino looked at him and stretched out his hand: "Fujiano Tongzhi."
The other party was stunned for a moment, then shook his hand: "Haga Kyosuke."
"Subdue the men, surrender the men, where are you surrendering them!" The two men had just shaken hands when a hoarse female voice suddenly came from outside the room.
"grandmother?!"
Shitara Renxi turned her head, and Fujino looked in the direction she was looking, and saw a fat old lady pushing open the door of the music room and shouting, "I heard it, I heard it all, don't hide anymore, come out!"
"Grandma!" Shitara Renxi hurried forward, "Why are you like this again? I told you that Dad passed away last year. Did you forget?!"
"Dead... dead?"
The old woman's expression became stiff, and then a hunchbacked old man ran in behind her: "Xuan Yin, stop embarrassing yourself. What's the point of chasing after the dead? Our son has been buried, don't you understand?!"
"grandfather……"
Shitara Renxi sighed helplessly: "Why are you guys making such a fuss again? Didn't the doctor say you couldn't come out?"
Before leaving, she turned back and said, "Well, Mr. Fujino, I'll settle them first and come back soon. Please go to the reception room in the main building and wait for a moment. I want to show you something..."
Yuga Kyosuke on the side was somewhat helpless: "I am sorry to have embarrassed you."
Fujino chuckled and said, "Every family has its own problems. I understand."
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Time passed slowly, and Renxi Shitara came to the reception room holding a square iron box.
She placed the box on the table, opened it, and revealed the violin inside: "This one is the violin made by Antonio Stradivari from Italy three hundred years ago."
"is it?"
Fujino was not interested in violins. "So this commission is related to violins?"
"That's about right." Shitara Renki responded, "This violin was a birthday gift from Uncle Yuga's father, Grandpa Jiro, to Grandpa Choichiro, but this violin is a bit strange..."
After a pause, she continued, "First, it was Grandpa Genzaburo's wife, Grandma Miyong, who came two years ago. Then, it was my father who came... Grandma Miyong was a very good athlete. She even won the runner-up in the triathlon. But such a person missed a step when she came down from the upstairs and fell to her death. The same thing happened to my usually very cautious father. He leaned on the corroded railing and fell to his death from the upstairs..."
"What's a coincidence is that before they died, they all used this harp to play in front of my grandfather. This means that no one who has used this harp will have a good ending!"
Fujino propped his chin up, listened to the other person's story, pretended to be in deep thought, and then asked, "So you mean this harp has a curse or something?"
Shitara Renxi nodded vigorously: "That's it."
"I know a little about this." Fujino lowered his chin and looked at the violin. "This violin has a history of 300 years. I think it must have passed through many hands during this period. Under the baptism of time, it is indeed possible that this violin has been stained with unclean things and has become evil."
“Not clean?!”
Upon hearing this, Shitara Renxi's face turned pale: "Detective Fujino, are you saying that there is a ghost on this violin?"
(End of this chapter)
