As they spoke, the midnight clock chimed.
Standing by the door, Takamori Masumi silently lowered her head. The first time she had encountered that old lady sneaking out of her bedroom at midnight, clutching a Violin and muttering gently to it, she had thought she had run into a Ghost and had nearly swung a punch at her. Fortunately, Torimaru Naoko had reacted quickly and pulled her into the hallway in time.
Later, Torimaru Naoko had spun countless lessons out of that Habit of the old lady's. Takamori Masumi had filled five or six pages of notes, and before she could finish memorizing them, more new material had been added... Over time, just hearing the midnight chimes gave her a headache.
Conan was more concerned about something else. He looked at Shitara Renki. "Such a valuable Violin, and that lady holds it every day..." That old lady who did not seem mentally sound. "Ahem, does your grandfather know about this? Isn't he afraid his wife will damage the Violin?"
Shitara Renki said helplessly, "I've never asked, but he probably knows. The Violin storage room is between Grandpa and Grandma's rooms. If Grandma or the storage room makes any noise, Grandpa should be able to hear it."
She glanced upstairs and whispered gossipingly to the others, "Based on my experience, Grandma should have already taken out the Violin by now and be sitting in her room, talking to it."
"..." Mouri Ran silently got goosebumps. In theory, she knew this was merely a mother mourning her deceased son, but imagining the scene was genuinely creepy.
With a creak, the door opened.
Mouri Ran jumped and whipped her head toward the doorway, only to see that the person entering was not the old Madam Shitara clutching the precious Violin and cackling sinisterly,