Conan: Naruto

"wrong!"

Matsuo Takashi looked at Mouri Kogoro in the picture, leaned forward slightly, and denied excitedly:

"That wasn't the call I made!!"

Matsuo Takashi quickly regained his senses, straightened up, looked at Mouri Kogoro sincerely, and argued clearly:

“Before the live broadcast, my mobile phone was placed on the wooden table of the TV station.

I know, someone must have randomly used my mobile phone to call Suwa-san..."

"wrong."

Kudo Shinichi stared closely at Matsuo Takashi in the picture and asserted sharply:

"You definitely dialed Mr. Suwa's phone number in the middle of the live broadcast. There was no mistake!"

Kudou Shinichi paused for half a second and said irrefutably:

"I used your phone during the live broadcast, just before playing the video!

If you didn't make any calls after that, Officer Megure who pressed the redial button should have called the tavern where I talked.

Excuse me.

The cell phone you put back in the inner pocket of your suit after I called... Who else can use it besides you? "

Kudo Shinichi stared closely at Matsuo Takashi, who was trembling slightly, and gave him psychological pressure with a solemn expression:

"Then, let me hear it, Mr. Matsuo?

Please provide a convincing explanation! "

silence.

long silence.

"Hahaha......"

Matsuo Takashi gradually stopped shaking.

He smiled sadly and said with deep regret:

"I failed......"

Matsuo Takashi lowered his head slightly, looked down at the wooden cabinet, and said sadly:

"Inviting you as a guest in tonight's live show is indeed the wrong choice, Maori Detective..."

Hearing this, Dongfang Haoyue on the other side put his hands in his pockets in the spiritual world and complained in confusion:

"It turns out that he invited Maori detectives to participate in the show. How confident he is... He clearly planned to commit murder but invited a famous detective with a 100% crime detection rate to come and watch..."

"Mr. Matsuo..."

A young reporter wearing a green suit, black tie, and white lining stood one meter behind and to the left of Matsuo Takashi. He held a microphone in his left hand and said with a solemn expression of disbelief:

"Did you really kill Mr. Suwa?"

"Ah."

Matsuo Takashi responded lightly and stated calmly:

"Because Suwa and I planned the live show together, I don't want to step down as the host."

"what?"

The young reporter opened his left hand and placed it in front of his left chest, palm facing down, and confirmed in surprise:

"I heard that the live broadcast program was planned by Mr. Suwa alone..."

"That was our original agreement."

Matsuo Takashi put his hands in his pockets and explained calmly:

“I was given the title of host under the false current situation that a betrayer was responsible for the planning of the show alone and taking the credit.

But......"

Matsuo Takashi paused for two seconds and said sadly:

"But he wanted to replace the host so lightly, really... I'm really angry...

I chose to support myself in order to get higher ratings for the live show we jointly planned, but he..."

Matsuo Takashi couldn't continue talking.

He closed his eyes and said with relief:

“Honestly, I’m in pain every day for the show.

I worked tirelessly day and night to collect themes, meditating hard under the hazy moonlight to complete the script... But, think about it now..."

Matsuo Takashi turned his head, opened his eyes, looked ahead without focusing on anything, and recalled:

"In the beginning, I was happiest when he and I were chatting and laughing together and planning programs."

Matsuo Takashi looked at the motionless and inscrutable Mouri Kogoro on the TV screen, seeking approval with mixed feelings:

"People often say this... I am more happy when preparing for a festival than when performing the official performance of the festival.

It's a pity...that things have come to this point..."

Matsuo Takashi lowered his head, closed his eyes, and sighed with regret:

"It's too late..."

next second.

"Takagi, Chiba."

Officer Megure withdrew his gaze from Matsuo Takashi, and calmly looked at Detective Takagi and Detective Chiba who had just returned to the conference room not far to the right, and calmly ordered:

"Take the prisoner back to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Yes!"

Detective Takagi and Detective Chiba looked at Officer Megure, saluted with their right hands, took long steps to stand on the left and right sides of Matsuo Takashi, looked at Iwama steadily, and calmly signaled:

"Mr. Matsuo, please come with us to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Ah."

Matsuo Takashi nodded casually, stretched out his hands cooperatively to accept the handcuffs from Detective Takagi, and followed Detective Chiba and Takagi unhurriedly to the open door of the conference room.

Dongfang Haoyue heard the familiar ending of Officer Megure, and without hesitation punched the stomach of Mouri Kogoro's mental body. The mind-turning technique was released at the speed of light, and the mental body returned to its original form.

When Haoyue, who was sitting on Xiaolan's legs and her back was against Xiaolan's right hand, slowly opened her eyes, she realized something belatedly.

Dongfang Haoyue's pupils shrank suddenly, and his hands that were hanging down from his body clenched into fists subconsciously. He mentally slapped his head and said frantically:

"Oops!!

I'm used to disengaging my mind as soon as a case is over, but...

The Mori detective responsible for this murder fell asleep just after walking out of the bathroom, and woke up in Warehouse No. [-]...!

It's over! ! !

How can Shinichi explain to Detective Mori in a reasonable way? ! "

"Eh?"

Xiaolan put her left hand on Dongfang Haoyue's legs, looked at Haoyue's handsome profile with a smile, and said with gentle concern:

"Are you awake, Haoyue~?"

"Ah...um!"

Dongfang Haoyue no longer thought about it.

He relaxed and unfolded his clenched fists, and looked at Xiaolan cutely, with a crescent smile.

On the other side, Warehouse No. [-].

"Ha~~~"

Mouri Kogoro raised his hands in the air and stretched lazily.

He breathed a sigh of relief and calmly opened his eyes.

Kudo Shinichi, who had long ago switched back the bow-tie voice changer, looked at this scene with horror, and complained in disbelief in his heart:

"Haoyue will now release the art of turning around the heart!?

No one is taking care of the consequences! Hey! ! !

No, no, I have to stay calm. "

Kudo Shinichi quickly regained his composure and stood up suddenly.

With quick eyes and hands, he unplugged the standing microphone on the left front, held his hands behind his back, and clasped his hands. He looked at Kogoro Mouri obediently and innocently, waiting quietly for Kogoro to speak.

"Ok?"

Mouri Kogoro was surprised to find a silver vertical camera placed in front of him. He supported his spread legs with both hands, leaned forward, and looked at the camera closely.

He confirmed in surprise:

"camera?"