Haga Kyosuke had no idea about the complicated thoughts of the people beside him. He was focused on his phone call. "That piece? I was thinking of making the score more detailed..."
He was clearly quite serious when it came to work. After chatting for a few sentences, he completely forgot about Conan standing nearby with his phone raised.
Conan's eye twitched as suspicion welled up inside him. Is he really busy, or does he just not want to answer the question and is using this as an excuse to brush me off?
While a Mini Detective gloomily speculated about every possibility.
A shrill cry suddenly drifted in from the corridor outside. "Furuhito, Furuhito! Where are you, Furuhito?!"
Mouri Ran shuddered and grabbed Jiang Xia. "There's a ghost!"
Jiang Xia sighed. "..." Don't keep raising false alarms like that. It would be very disappointing to believe it and then find out there was nothing there.
Sure enough, the facts proved that the person crying out was no Vengeful Spirit—everyone present had heard her voice.
Shitara Renki was startled as well, but quickly realized what was happening. "It's Grandma!"
She was about to head out when someone staggered to the doorway first. An elderly noblewoman nearing seventy clung to the doorframe and stared blankly into the room. "I just heard a Violin... Furuhito, stop hiding. Come out and see your mother."
As she spoke, she swayed into the room like a Zombie.
"Grandma! You're doing this again." Shitara Renki hurried over to support her and said helplessly, "Have you forgotten? Dad died on this day last year."
"He didn't!" Grandma Shitara snapped. "He's not dead! He isn't dead!"
Shitara Renki didn't know what to say for a moment. "Grandma..."
Fortunately, someone else arrived just then.
Accompanied by the thump-thump of a