Conan's Almighty Extraction

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

"What was that sound just now?"

The sudden loud noise alarmed the guests at the banquet. When Shiraiwa Maha was about to check the situation, he suddenly felt something falling on his head. handkerchief.

At the same time, in order to avoid riots in the crowd, the Mumu Police Department took a deep breath and shouted an order: "Turn on the lights!"

"Yes." After hearing the order from the Mumu Police Department, the staff in charge of the lighting of the banquet hall immediately turned on the lights.

After the lights in the banquet hall were restored, everyone looked in the direction of the loud noise, and found that the giant art lamp that had been hanging in the banquet hall had fallen down, and the politician named Shigehiko Tunkou was firmly pressed on the ground. Below, life and death are unknown.

"Ahhh!"

"What happened?"

"What happened?"

"what happened?"

"Hey! Can someone explain this?"

Such a terrifying scene immediately caused a few female guests to scream, and other guests also talked about it.

"Everyone, please be quiet. I am the Megure Police Department of the Metropolitan Police Department. Please leave the next matter to our police."

Just when these people were puzzled, the Mugure Police Department led Officer Takagi and others surrounded him, and while wearing white gloves, he said: "Someone reported to the police earlier that someone wanted to kill Councilor Tunkou tonight. To think it really happened."

"Eh?" When Mumu Police Department said this, everyone was taken aback. They didn't expect this to be a premeditated murder.

Police Officer Takagi took a few colleagues to remove the art lamp, and after carefully inspecting Shigehiko Tunkou, who was motionless, he reported with some regret: "Meguru Police Department, he is not breathing."

"That's it, then report this matter to the bureau immediately." Megure Police Department was not surprised, after all, Shigehiko Tunkou was directly hit by such a heavy giant art lamp, and the probability of surviving was very slim.

Bai Yanzhenyu's heart trembled, he never expected that in the situation just now, Pisces could kill the target, it seems that the person who can have a code name in the winery should not be underestimated.

When Officer Takagi went to notify the headquarters, the Megure Police Department ordered his subordinates to block the scene and began to investigate the guests at the scene.

The Mumu Police Department looked at the university professor Yoshiji Tawara near the spot where the art lamp fell, and asked: "When this art lamp fell in the dark, you were the one closest to Mr. Tunkou. May I ask if you were there when the incident happened?" Did you find any suspicious characters?"

Ura Yoshiji covered his slightly injured left arm with one hand, and replied in shock: "I don't have the heart to pay attention to these things at all. I was almost crushed under the art lamp just now. You can see for yourself. The suits are all made like this."

After asking Yoshiji Tawara, the Megure Police Department went on to ask Belmode next to him, and got the same answer that no suspicious person was found.

Tarumi Naoya, a music producer with long hair, came over and casually speculated: "This is definitely an accident. It must be because the hanging ring of the art lamp has been in disrepair for a long time. This time it just happened to fall on the head of that politician. Up."

As soon as the Megure Police Department was about to refute, Kenzo Masuyama, the chairman of the car company, followed up and said: "Mr. Police, just now you said that someone called the police to report the crime, so before you ask us, should you introduce the report to us in detail? The person? Maybe the person who reported the crime is the murderer!"

The Megure police department has already received Conan's instructions, and did not tell the secret that the caller is Kudo Shinichi, and replied flatly: "The caller used a machine to change the voice to report the case, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is a man or a woman."

After listening to the answer from the police department, the host of the memorial service, Mai Cang Zhidao, said indifferently: "Then he must be playing a prank. You know, Mr. Tunkou has already caused a lot of attention in the world because of the bribery lawsuit. Disgusted."

The investment boss of professional baseball, a middle-aged bald man Sanbo Yasuo, holding fried rice in one hand, echoed: "It's not wrong, it's just that this prank just happened to collide with this accident. The world can't tolerate him. People are really stupid." You can't do bad things."

Tarumi Naoya frowned slightly, and said in a dissatisfied tone: "They are all dead, can you still eat?"

"Humph."

Sanping Yasuo snorted coldly, and said with a sneer, "Young man, if you don't have the guts to shut up, you're just dead, what's the big deal."

After Sanping Yasuo finished speaking, he looked at Tarumi Naoya provocatively, scooped up a large spoonful of rice, put it in his mouth, and began to chew.

However, before the three bottles of Yasuo chewed a few times, his complexion suddenly changed again, and he spit out something from his mouth with a 'pooh', which turned out to be a semi-circular piece of metal.

Sanping Yasuo also saw the semi-circular piece of metal, put the plate on the dining table, and said angrily: "Hey, call me the chef!"

Seeing this, Tarumi Naoya gloated and mocked, "What's wrong? Could it be that a cockroach ran into your mouth? Who told you to eat at this time? It's unreasonable not to be punished by God!"

"You bastard!" Sanping Yasuo became more angry, and began to quarrel with Tarumi Naoya.

Shiraiwa Maha ignored the two quarreling, walked over and picked up the semi-circular piece of metal with a handkerchief. After careful inspection, he found that it turned out to be a fragment of the hanging ring of a giant art lamp, probably after the ring was broken. Jump into the fried rice.

However, Bai Yanzhenyu was a little puzzled, because the distance between the dining table and the giant art lamp was very far, logically speaking, it should be impossible to jump here.

"Mr. Police, according to what you said, Councilor Tunkou died because the art lamp fell and fell on him again, right?"

Nanjo Fugo, a female writer with a keen mind, pushed her glasses and analyzed: "If this is really a homicide case, it means that the murderer tampered with the art lamp, and took advantage of the dim lighting of the venue to bring him It is only possible to activate the trap to kill him when he is right under the art lamp."

"Uh, that's right." Megure police department nodded, agreeing with Nanjo Fuka's statement.

Nanjo Fuguo saw that the Megure Police Department agreed with her statement, and immediately changed the subject, and continued: "However, as you can see, there is no such device at all on this art lamp and the ceiling where the art lamp is hung. That means he couldn't have killed him."

When everyone heard the words and looked at the art lamp and the ceiling, it was indeed as Nanjo Fugo said that there was no redundant device at all. For a while, the case fell into a puzzle.