Chapter 836 Requiem
"The Curse of Qin?"
I didn't expect to hear such a word from Xian Sanlang. Conan frowned and looked down at the notebook to sort it out. The Shitaku family tree comes out.
Indeed, the three people who have died are all closely related to this precious violin. Almost as soon as it entered the family, the shadow of death hung over their heads.
But should this be described as a curse?
Xian Sanlang glanced at the little boy and the boy following him, silently put out the cigarette butt, and yawned sleepily.
He has been in a very low state. I don’t know whether he is unwilling to talk about this topic or because he is depressed due to lack of sleep.
"Hey, brother's body is like this, it's nothing to talk to outsiders like you." Shitara Xiansanlang sighed, took out another cigarette and held it in his mouth, without lighting it, just Talking about the past of this piano, "Aren't you curious? Such an expensive treasure has been kept at home for thirty years and has never been played. Although there are no famous performers in our family now, But after all, they are all making a living in this industry."
Conan, who had learned about their family situation, nodded.
This is true. Almost all Shitara artists are engaged in music-related industries, and the deceased Shitara Ryoto and Shitara Eimei were themselves violinists.
"It's because of the curse of this piano." Shitaku Xiansanlang said vaguely, "Just talk about me. In fact, I used to play the violin, but unfortunately I got tenosynovitis, which could not be cured over and over again, which affected my playing technique and I had no choice but to change my career as a conductor at that age, but it made me suffer for a long time.”
“Is it related to this piano?”
“Yes. At that time, after my second brother died, I was going to Europe to participate in a band selection, so I asked my eldest brother to borrow this piano, hoping to practice it and make a stunning debut with it. As a result, I touched it. It's like being possessed, practicing day and night, completely ignoring my own state, as if I have forgotten my fatigue, and all my worries..."
Said Shitakusen Sanlang At this time, the hand tapping on the table couldn't help but twitch a few times, as if recalling that wonderful magical moment, a smile appeared on the corner of the mouth.
"Then you suffered from tenosynovitis?" Conan's eyes twitched twice, resisting the urge to complain.
What kind of curse is this? Isn't it just that when you encounter a good piano rarely, you forget about it?
“Yes, in just one month, I suffered from tenosynovitis. The inflammation was so severe that cysts and fluid accumulation developed, and I had to undergo surgery to restore the function of my hand. Of course, I also missed the selection, and my hand is useless." The smile on his lips faded, and Shitaku Xianzo waved his hand in disinterest.
Conan wanted to express tactfully whether it was possible that you had never touched any good piano. After restraining himself for a while, he finally held it back and continued to pick up his pen and ask: "So, that piano is for this reason. "Sealed?"
"Part of the reason is not just me. When I was 18 years old, Jiang Ren wanted to take the piano to participate in international competitions, but it turned out that there was no problem in rehearsals, but the strings broke when it came to the official competition. This happened three or four times. Not only did he fail to get the ranking, but there were also some rumors that were not good for the family. Later, Yongmei also borrowed the piano and wanted to take it to the TV station for public performances. Showing her abilities was a good show for Qin, but before the show started, she suddenly had a high fever and was too sick to stand up, so she was rushed to the hospital for rescue..."
Xian Sanlang spoke His tone always carries his usual arrogant and undisciplined tone, but he still cannot suppress the gloomy and depressing nature of this content.
Behind these unexplainable setbacks, this world-famous piano not only did not benefit the family at all, but also stepped on the accelerator hard on their downhill road, accelerating the decline of the Shitela family.
Karazawa, who was following behind with his hands in his pockets to listen to their conversation, raised his eyelids, glanced at the emotionally charged Shitara Gensaburo, and nodded secretly in his heart.
Since the death of Danjiro Shitara, their family's experiences have been quite evil.
Neither Shitara Eimi nor Shitara Shitara was killed by Haga Kyosuke, but both of them died on the day of Tōichiro's birthday in the same way as Shitara Tanjirō thirty years ago. .
If Shitara Takaichiro was not the culprit and should have died last, his body was rapidly weakening. The doctor judged that he only had half a year left to live. This made Haga Kyosuke a little anxious. Karasawa felt that maybe Haga Kyosuke didn't need to take action at all. He just stood on the sidelines and watched with cold eyes. These people could be killed by themselves.
"In short, these evil things happened one after another. We thought it was nonsense at first. Later, even the toughest brother had to accept this fact and sealed it in the warehouse and never took it out again. It's over." Shitaku Xiansanlang finally seemed to be unable to control his emotions. He took out a match and lit a cigarette. "Two years ago, because it was my eldest brother's 70th birthday and his wife broke up and divorced him, In order to change the atmosphere at home, everyone decided to take out the piano..."
Whether it was because he remembered the death of his wife, Shitaku Xiansanlang took a deep breath of cigarette and stopped going. Said next.
He didn’t say anything, but they knew what happened next.
Then, the Shitara Eimi who was about to play it rolled down the stairs and hit the back of his head. The following year, the same Shitara who was about to play it fell to his death...
Shitara String Sanlang didn't speak again, and Tangze and Conan looked at each other in silence, unable to say anything else.
The atmosphere was a little dull for a while.
Shitaku Xiansanlang stood up, obviously not wanting to continue answering their questions.
“If you still have any questions, you should wait until tomorrow’s banquet to ask eldest brother directly.” He waved his hand and walked towards the inner room, “I can only say that I probably really don’t want to keep this piano. In our family. Take good care of that girl Lian Xi. Although I think she is useless, she is the only third generation in our family after all."
His steps of leaving were a bit staggering, considering that he was. He is also a sixty-year-old man with gray hair. This figure from his back looks particularly lonely and depressed, like the silhouette of the entire Shitaku family.
To this day, Genzaburo has no children, Tiaoichiro's only son died leaving only one daughter, and Tanjiro's son Haga Kyosuke has not married or had any children in his early 30s. The once prosperous music industry In this family, in the third generation, there is only one girl left to support them.
Seeing such a scene, do these greedy people who are unconscionable and allow their loved ones to be bled little by little until they are dying, and finally die from serious injuries, have they ever regretted their obsessive behavior thirty years ago?
But there is no point in regretting. Over the years, they have never even regretted the real victim Haga Kyosuke. Instead, they allowed him to be taken away and raised by his mother clan out of guilty conscience. Let’s talk about karma later, it’s already too late.
"In the end, do I have to ask the head of the family in the end?" Conan clicked on the name in the book, feeling a little helpless.
Thirty years have passed. The once young and powerful head of the family is now an old man who has difficulty stepping out.
Even if something scandalous really happened back then and he has concealed it to this day, he must have had the intention of taking it into the grave. It is not easy to find out what the reason was.
Tang Ze touched his chin and gave some different answers.
"Based on the information we collected, thirty years ago, on the night of the robbery, the servants were not in the main building because it was too late, and the housekeeper went to bed early because of his old age. Except for the dead Shitara Tan Erlang, there are actually only five people who experienced and witnessed the whole case. "
"...and these five people just appeared in the curse mentioned by Tan Erlang. "Conan's." His mind moved quickly, and he immediately realized what Tang Ze wanted to say.
Tangze nodded, and followed him out of the messy room where Xian Sanlang's music scores were flying around and clothes were piled up, and he said softly: "I have seen such unlucky people, and I have also seen Some guys with "unusual constitutions" may have different levels of luck. The Shiloh family really has no luck in rising again. This may really be fate, but normal people are rarely unlucky. It's suspicious enough that the family would blame their bad luck on a so-called 'curse' so firmly that they would even let this expensive treasure sit in a warehouse to eat dust. ."
"Do you think they have a guilty conscience?" Conan hit the nail on the head.
"Then tell me, since the piano is so incompatible with them, to the extent that if you take it out and use it, you will either die or be injured, why do they still insist on keeping the piano in their hands? Can't they just resell it? This is the only thing in the world. A famous violin?" Tangze shrugged and gave his opinion.
"Your idea is that the piano came from a wrong origin, so they feel guilty, but at the same time they are unwilling to transfer the piano to others..." Conan touched his chin and fell into deep thought.
Yes, why on earth are you unwilling to relinquish the piano?
As Karasawa said, this is indeed a peerless violin, but there is not only one violin in the world. If a famous craftsman resells it and buys another violin that suits his needs, isn’t that just The best of both worlds?
Is it because this is a gift from my dead brother?
This idea briefly popped up, but was immediately denied by Conan.
If they really valued love and righteousness so much, Kyosuke Haga would not have been named Haga.
It is also possible to simply covet the wealth that comes for nothing, but this kind of excessive persistence, the persistence to take it out and play with it again when you are 70 years old, seems to have exceeded the normal possessiveness... …
“Something’s not right. There must be a lot of trouble behind Tan Erlang’s death.”
Conan walked down from the third floor of the annex building where Xian Sanlang was with a straight face. , when passing by the piano room, he suddenly raised his head as if he remembered something. "Speaking of which, where is Mr. Haga? Didn't he come out much today?"
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"Uncle Kyosuke, why aren't you back yet?" Renki Shitara looked at the time and couldn't help but complain quietly to the other end of the phone, "Say yes" You have to come back and correct the sound, and help me see how the practice is going..."
After returning with the strange pianist yesterday, Kyosuke Haga continued until lunch time today. No one was seen, which made Shitara Renxi feel anxious.
Today is grandpa’s birthday party, and it’s also time for her to perform.
The shadow of the curse hangs over her head. Her father has passed away for a year. Her mother has returned to her home after the divorce and has little contact with her. One of her grandparents is in poor health and the other is mentally ill. Haga Kyosuke is the one she has at home. The only relative who is still close to me.
She felt extremely uneasy when she couldn't see him all day before the performance.
"Don't worry, I will arrive before the banquet starts." Haga Kyosuke lowered his eyes and watched Asai Narumi place the piano case in front of him.
The heavy piano case placed on the wooden table made a dull collision sound, which also shook down the thin layer of tears accumulated in his eyes, crossed his cheeks, and fell on the piano. above the box.
"I will definitely arrive." As if he was making a promise or mumbling to himself, Haga Kyosuke repeated this, no longer waiting for Shitara Renki's reply, and hung up. Telephone.
He was afraid that his emotions would completely lose control and ruin the carefully arranged makeup on his face.
Narimi Asai politely lowered his gaze, not looking directly at Haga Kyosuke's broken and tearful appearance. He waited until the person opposite wiped his face and regained his composure before he raised his head again as if nothing had happened.
"We have answered your last question for you. As you can see yourself, they are all like this. They have been bound by this treasure and have become earthbound spirits and desires. You ghost. Your father just trusted his relatives too much and it was not his fault that he was kind and affectionate."
Haga Kyousuke did not answer, but opened the piano case and stared at it. The unsullied Stradivarius in the box.
"This piano is exactly the same as the one in reality, you know. If you want, I can let my companion..."
"No need." Kyosuke Haga took a deep breath, buttoned up his body, and stood up holding the piano case, "I will not use a fake to play a trick of substituting one thing for another."
In that case, what is the difference between him and those demons of desire?
If the uncle had confessed to his father when he was greedy, even though it was impossible to give it directly, if he just borrowed it for use, wouldn't his father still refuse?
They who have such terrible thoughts have become outright evil ghosts. If they hesitate to move forward, they will only prolong this pain.
Recalling the images he saw in that "treasure house" that recorded the past, Haga Kyosuke closed his eyes completely.
When he opened his eyes again, he had already suppressed the last trace of warmth in his eyes, held his head high and strode out of the door.
——Yes, after wandering around the halls of his relatives for a whole day, he disappeared for a whole day, but in fact he never left the Shitaku house.
After all, these guys who can only stick to their family wealth are the "Earthbound Spirits" here and there is no need to go anywhere else.
"It's time for me to make a break. And thank you, Mr. Chengshi."
"No, please allow me to offer my blessing for tonight's feast."
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So, when Renki Shitara, who had changed into formal performance clothes, received tonight's program list, her expression was completely dull.
"What's the matter, Miss Renxi?" Mouri Kogoro, who also put on a formal suit, immediately leaned over attentively, "Do you feel there is something wrong?"
I was already prepared. Mao Lilan raised her hand accurately without raising her head, and gave her father an elbow in the back to prevent him from getting too close to Shitara Renxi, who was wearing a one-line off-shoulder skirt.
"Uncle, how could he prepare this song..." Renki Shitara's expression was hard to explain, "No wonder he hid from us for a day..."
If Haga Kyosuke showed up in advance At home, the elders who love to emphasize rules and customs are afraid that they will be sprayed with blood by their uncles...
Mao Lilan took a closer look curiously and saw that on this simple handwritten program, Kyosuke Haga's name was followed by Mozart's Requiem in D minor, K·626.
It is also known as the "Requiem Mass", the unfinished piece of mourning written by Mozart for himself.
"What's the matter? Is this piece of music bad?" Mao Lilan, who is familiar with music, blinked, "Is it because this piece of music is not suitable to be played on an old man's birthday?"
Indeed, this kind of memorial song is usually reserved for memorial services or funerals. Playing this on the birthday of an old man is a bit of a spoiler.
“It’s not appropriate, but it’s not because of that.” Renki Shitara’s face almost wrinkled, “Our family’s tradition is that on the night when a family member dies, the family will play this song. This song expresses sorrow.”
"It doesn't matter if you pull it." Tang Ze held his chin and couldn't help complaining, "The year before and last year, someone lost their lives before the banquet started. This can really be regarded as a regular program, right?"
Originally Hearing this, several people surrounding Shitara Renxi couldn't help but look at Tang Ze, with expressions that were hard to describe.
Listen, listen, is this human talk?
Isn't this just to put it bluntly, your family always dies on their birthday every year, so this year is the time...
But then again, this birthday party in your family is really a must. Well, every time there is a banquet, someone will die first to add to the fun. I am really afraid that if this old man lives for a few more years, it will no longer be a matter of the white-haired person giving away the black-haired person, but the white-haired person giving away the whole family.
There are only so many people left in the Shitaku family, and they are not enough for him to do it a few times.
"Uh..." Shitara Renxi felt that the guests he invited were complaining about this banquet, and touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment, "I also suggested it, but Grandpa refuses to listen to me. However, Grandpa’s health is really not good this year. Doctors say it will be difficult to survive until next year, and everyone doesn’t want to disobey him..."
Conan just goes with it. She looked at the simple program list with her lowered palm, and then twitched the corner of her mouth.
Why is there "Moonlight"? Asai Narumi has stopped pretending at all, right...
When a few people gathered together to whisper, there was a noise from the direction of the hall. Voice.
Shitara Renki, who had finished putting on makeup, quickly stood up and walked out of the room. She found that Genzaburo was standing on the stairs and almost slipped down the stairs. He was helped by several servants in time, causing some noise.
Shitara Renxi hurriedly walked over to check. Shitara Genzaburo, who almost followed in his wife's footsteps, ignored the greetings of the people around him and just pointed at the person standing at the door with his trembling hands.
"Second, second brother, it's second brother, second brother is back..."
Shiro Lianxi looked in the direction of his finger, in front of the double doors of the banquet hall Standing there was the rare Haga Kyosuke who was wearing a full formal dress. His hair was carefully styled and his beard was cleanly shaved. He stood there with an upright posture. For a moment, he was indeed very strange.
Kyosuke Haga hugged the piano case in his hand tightly, held the corner of his mouth, and said nothing.
(End of this chapter)