Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

　　 Daily selling TV station, Gao Chengqing panted and stopped his bicycle, and found that there were full police cars parked under the TV station building.

　　 You must buy a car next time...

　　 "It was the producer of this TV station Michihiko Suwa, 37 years old...the murder weapon was a pistol..."

　　 At the scene of the murder in the mixing room, Suwa Michihiko's corpse sat slumped under the window. The upper window was covered with blood spattering, and a bullet hole was left. Forensic personnel took pictures of the scene one after another.

　　 Mumu leaned over to the corpse: "A shot hit the head and penetrated the glass. It is very troublesome to find the bullet that flew out..."

　　 "Police, there are other bullet holes in the wall! Two on the back of the poster, one next to the clock, plus the victim, four shots were fired here!"

　　 "The four bullet cases are in the room."

　　 "Well, there is a pistol with a silencer next to the corpse. This gun should have been shot. Take it for testing immediately!" Mumu said solemnly.

"Detective Megome," Kogoro Mouri said confidently, "This way things are simple. There is only one entrance to the room. The murderer should have broken into the room and forced the victim to the window, and then shot him with random guns. One of them was shot. Centered on the head, and then the murderer threw the pistol to the side of the corpse and escaped... That's it?

　　 "Well, it should be." Mumu looked at Maori who was smiling smugly as he said, a cold sweat dripped on his forehead.

　　 Although Mori is a detective now, when he was a criminal policeman before, they were always crooked by this guy, and it felt like going into a maze...

　　 Wiping off his cold sweat, Mumu turned to the door and asked Gao Cheng, "City householder, Maori is here to do the show, why are you here too?"

　　 "Ha, I can smell the case... Actually I want to come over and talk to Mr. Suwa about the show."

　　 Gao Chenggan smiled and walked to Suwa Dohiko’s corpse, his expression immediately dignified: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Suwa was shot and killed..."

　　 When he received the case released by the system, he was still thinking that he could ask Michihiko Suwa about the show. He didn't know that Michihiko Suwa was dead until he came to the scene.

"Cityto," Conan squeezed his body aside and whispered to the side of the body, "the phone was still stained with blood next to the receiver. He might talk to someone on the phone when he was killed. In this case, maybe the other party heard something... …"

　　 Gao Cheng looked along and found that it was an old-fashioned mobile phone: "Time has passed so long, if someone hears it, he will definitely call the police, right?"

　　 Having said that, he still asked Meguro, "Officer Meguro, can you find out Mr. Suwa's call records? He might still be on the phone when he was killed."

　　 "Phone?" Mumu hurriedly ordered a police officer, "Go to investigate now!"

He still trusts Gao Cheng. Although he always likes to talk about money at a young age, he is actually a very enthusiastic person. At least he has helped the police twice for free. The most important thing is that he is still reliable. , Unlike Maori, sometimes shrewd and sometimes confused.

　　 Waiting for the police officer to leave, Mumu continued to question the staff and said, "Have you seen any suspicious people?"

　　 "No, because Mr. Suwa is here for everyone and alone."

　　 "Send everyone away?"

"It's all my fault," the show host Takashi Matsuo said suddenly sad, "In fact, Suwa was waiting for me, because he said that there was something important to talk about after the show ended, so he drew others away and said yes. Don't want people to hear..."

　　 "There will be no witnesses," Mumu said with a headache, "Now I can only wait to find out the call records."

Gao Cheng glanced suspiciously at Matsuo Takashi. At this time, the mixing room was already full of reporters. Matsuo followed the autopsy staff who carried Suwa's body. He almost walked out of the room when he was caught with various microphones like guns and guns. Submerged.

　　 "Mr. Matsuo!"

　　 "Mr. Matsuo, how are you feeling now?"

　　 "Now there are rumors that your show is about to be cancelled. Could it be that your fans can't accept it? Could you please answer me?"

"You guys are endless!" Matsuo yelled and interrupted the reporter's questioning, and said with tears, "You are right, we talked about the cancellation of the show, but Mr. Suwa later hoped to let me Continue to host, so he will invite me to this room tonight...

"I'm here to announce to everyone that I will inherit Mr. Suwa's legacy and continue to serve as the presiding officer. Moreover, I will put this case on the screen and do my best to track down the murderer until Suwa is killed. Mister's devil is caught!"

In front of a program monitor in the 　　 mixing room, Gao Cheng silently watched the tearful Matsuo Takashi in the photographic picture.

　　 "I feel that this person's performance is a bit strange, but he seems to be very happy when he is crying..."

　　 "It's really suspicious," Conan thought with his chin on the side, looking like a small adult, "I heard that his marksmanship is also very good."

　　 "You, a kid who jumped up and down at the murder scene are more suspicious," Gao Cheng glanced at Conan, "If it is me, you must throw out a bear kid like you."

　　 "What jumped up and down? I just followed Uncle Maori." Conan's face collapsed. He was indeed beaten by Maori all the time and was often thrown out.

　　 "Police officer!" The police officer who had gone out hurried back and handed a form to Mumu, "The call log has been found out!"

　　 "Well, thank you very much."

　　 Mumu nodded, took a look at the form, and frowned.

　　 After a while, Takashi Matsuo and several related staff were called back to the scene.

　　 "I did call Mr. Suwa at 8:15," a staff member explained, "He also answered the phone at that time, but the call at 55 minutes later did not answer..."

　　 "What did you call him for?" Mugure asked.

　　 "I asked him to play," Matsuo helped to explain, "because I still have to do a show..."

　　 Gao Cheng had already read the call log and locked his gaze on Matsuo Takashi: "Mr. Matsuo, you also called Mr. Suwa in the middle. You should still be on the show when you called?"

"This," Takashi Matsuo paused. He seemed to have thought of Gao Chenghui's question a long time ago, and the corners of his mouth raised impenetrably, "Actually, there are 4 minutes of short film in the middle of the show. I left for a while because of my stomach discomfort. , By the way, I called Suwa again..."

　　 Gao Cheng said suspiciously: "Is that really the case? The phone call you made should be the same as when the crime happened. It's a coincidence, and I heard that your marksmanship is particularly good."

　　 "Are you... are you doubting me?"

Matsuo Takashi said innocently: "I just hung up the phone after a while. Besides, I was recording the show from 8 to 9 o'clock. I just left for a while while playing the 4-minute short film. From the studio on the 4th floor to this room on the 4th floor, unless you take the elevator, it should take more than 4 minutes to come back quickly."

He was very surprised when he saw Gao Cheng appear before, but he soon thought of everything in his heart. As an excellent detective show host, he has conceived countless cases. After his perfect crime plan is successful, I believe it will be two. A detective was present and couldn't find any flaws.

　　 glanced over Gao Cheng and Kogoro Mouri, Matsuo Takashi said without worry: "If you don't believe me, try it yourself, so you can immediately prove my innocence!"

　　 "Okay, Maori, go and see!" Megumi immediately turned to Maori Kogoro.

　　 "Ah, want me to run?"

　　 "Why should I do this kind of thing? The kid from Akira is also..." Mouri Kogoro ran up the stairs depressedly. He used to be used to doing things under Mugure, but he didn't react for a while.

　　 Waiting for Kogoro Mori to run to the studio on the 9th floor, and then hurried back to the 4th floor. The time was much longer than 6 minutes.

　　 "6 minutes and 48 seconds!"

　　 "Maori, can't you hurry up?" Mugure complained.

　　 "There is no way!!" Maori yelled at Mumu, panting like a cow, "My heart is about to crack now!"

　　 "This should prove my innocence, right?" Matsuo Takashi laughed.

　　 Gao Cheng looked at Matsuo Takashi proudly and frowned.

　　 No matter how fast it is, it can’t be less than 6 minutes. Uncle Maori didn’t stay for a while and it took such a long time, almost the limit.

Last time Suwa Michihiko took him and Maori to visit the building, because of historical relations, the stairs here are not connected~www.NovelMTL.com~Almost every two floors have to go through the corridor to find the stairs, which is time-consuming .

　　 Even if it can go back and forth within 4 minutes, the corridors and elevators can be monitored, and there are many people on the TV station, so it is easy to be witnessed.

　　 "Police officer," a police officer reported, "I have seen the elevator and corridor monitoring at the time of the attack, and I didn't see Mr. Matsuo."

　　 "In this way, Mr. Matsuo is indeed impossible to commit a crime..."

　　 Mumu groaned, and turned to Moori Kogoro and Gao Chengdao: "Moori, Ichiro, what do you think?"

　　 Kogoro Mori asked in confusion: "Mr. Matsuo, didn't you hear anything when you called? Mr. Suwa should have been shot at that time."

　　 "No, maybe I just hung up, because the time is in a hurry..." Takashi Matsuo sighed and shook his head, and said to the camera, "Anyway, I am innocent. Everyone can testify to this."

　　 "Is it innocent? It's hard to say right now," Gao Cheng said coldly. "Maybe there is something hidden in this case, one that can kill Mr. Suwa in 4 minutes."

"Hello, do you still think I am the murderer?" Matsuo Takashi smiled with a cold sweat. "Detective Kioto, you can't talk about wronged people like before because you are now a famous detective. Maybe you are not famous. It will all be ruined."

　　 Gao Cheng's eyes narrowed, and Matsuo actually advanced his past black history in front of the camera lens.

　　 It is true that the original owner made a mistake before, but it is different now and then...

　　 "Mr. Matsuo, I just want to say that you still have a suspicion," Gao Cheng turned to look at the murder scene, "As for who the murderer is... I will definitely find the murderer!"