No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Just by reacting through gunpowder smoke, you can lock his suspicion.

So what about that purple handkerchief?

Takashi Suzuki isn't quite sure yet if Chris Wynyard is Belmod.

Destroying irrelevant evidence now is conducive to earning performance in front of the organization.

He walked to the near side, bent over quietly, took away the purple handkerchief, and quickly left the scene.

Belmod looked in his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This daughter, Hong, is really loyal.

"Let me go, let me go, we are from the Mihua Metropolitan Police Department!"

When the police arrived, someone said with a yin and yang:

"Oh, your police are really fast. It took less than two or three minutes for the homicide to happen."

Officer Mu Mu knew that the other party was the big boss and should not be offended, so he explained gently:

"Someone called the police and told us that someone would assassinate the MP, so I rushed over in advance."

Under his greeting, the four police officers removed the art lights.

Seeing the bloody and bloody swallowing of my mouth, others pointed at me, daring not to approach.

Officers crouched over the body and checked vital signs.

The Mumu Police Department waited for a moment and asked:

"Brother Takagi, how is it?"

Takagi Shibu raised his eyebrows and shook his head:

"Sir, he's not breathing anymore."

The Mumu Police Department carried both hands on its back and ordered:

"Report this matter to the senior management immediately."

"Yes!"

The sudden death of a local councillor will definitely be taken seriously by the above.

In particular, it is this kind of situation where death is predicted in advance.

The Mumu Police Department looked around, and soon saw the criminal investigation consultant returning to the lobby:

"Brother Suzuki, come and have a look, have you found anything?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao left the memorial service to hide the purple handkerchief and did not destroy it.

He contacted Kuroba Kaito by phone outside to discuss the follow-up battle plan.

In order to live a life without shame and shame with Haibara Ai, Suzuki Qiaoqiao secretly made up his mind.

Today, Pisco must be arrested!

It would be even better if the gin could fall into the preset trap!

As an undercover agent, he has no fault tolerance.

If you are not careful, you will lose the whole game.

Before taking action, you must be cautious.

Like Hemingway's writing, the old man fighting with sharks.

Little by little, it takes energy to gradually remove members from the organization, thereby destroying the foundation of the organization.

Hearing the Mumu police department calling him, Suzuki Qiaoqiao responded.

He came to the corpse and squatted down to examine it in a similar way.

The eyes of everyone at the scene could not help but be attracted:

"This guy is so handsome, is he a policeman? Or a forensic doctor?"

"Others are noble sons of the police world, distant relatives of the Suzuki chaebol."

"The Suzuki chaebol, is it the Suzuki family of the four major families?"

"Yeah, besides them, who else dares to call the Suzuki chaebol?"

"Wow, you are young, handsome, and your future is limitless."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao ignored the whispers of passers-by and looked back and forth.

Finally got up, Chongmu Mu Police Department shook his head:

"Sir, the deceased was hit by an art lamp and died of blood loss. There are no other blunt or sharp objects on his body."

He knew who the murderer was, but couldn't say.

But Suzuki Qiaoqiao can't say it, it doesn't mean that others can't say it.

At this time, someone put their hands in their pockets and walked into the memorial meeting of the director of the wine roll.

The elder brother, who is capable of fruit, looked at the police department and was the first to discover the other party:

"Brother Kudo! Why are you here?"

Kuroba Kaito changed his hairstyle and could play Kudo Shinichi, even without a human skin mask.

He walked to the center of the field and grinned:

"Haha, I can't think of the noble son of the dignified police circle, and there are times when you are wrong."

This slightly exaggerated acting makes Suzuki Qiaoqiao want to laugh.

But he finally held back and asked with a straight face:

"What did you say?"

"I asked the guests here just now, and they heard strange noises before the art lamp went down."

The Mumu police department was at the scene and heard it at the time, thoughtfully:

"Brother Kudo, what do you mean..."

"If I guessed correctly, it was the sound of a pistol hitting the ring of an art light.

The murderer wanted to assassinate Mr. Tunkou, but couldn't mark him.

So I took a different approach and made a luminous mark on the chandelier, which is not easy to be found by ordinary people.

Next, it is only necessary to lure Councillor Tongkou to the designated location.You can shoot down the art lamp and create an accident. "

The reasoning about the case attracted the admiration of others:

"Yo, isn't this the savior of the Japanese police?"

"It's fun, the showdown between a famous detective and a criminal investigation consultant. Yui, which side do you prefer?"

"It should be the police. Didn't Kudo Shinichi lose many times in his hands?"

"That's not necessarily. This time, it's obviously prepared."

Hearing passers-by discuss, Pisco was nervous.

He didn't even know where this famous detective, Kudoichi, came from.

"Clap clap clap."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao clapped with both hands, with no extra expression on his face:

"Excellent reasoning, Mr. Kudo. However, you lack substantial evidence."

Hearing this, the stone in Pisco's heart fell to the ground, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

During the slide show, the scene was dimly lit.

After he raised his hand to shoot the art lamp, he quickly pulled away.

As for the pistol that committed the crime, it was hidden before the police arrived.

Even if they searched, they would never find themselves.

"No, I have proof."

Kuroba quickly said a word, which made Pisco's heart suddenly tense again.

Emotional ups and downs, like riding a roller coaster.

Stimulate him, a 69-year-old comrade, okay?This is not good.

Pease raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

At the same time, he greeted Kudo Shinichi's ancestors in beautiful Zuan dialects in his heart.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao understands God, and cooperates in the role:

"Evidence? What evidence?"

The Mumu police department did not know why, and asked:

"Yes, Brother Kudo, have you found any evidence?"

Kuroba Kaito looked around and showed a confident smile:

"Since it is deduced that the murderer shot down the chandelier and created an accident.

All you need to do is to do a gunpowder reaction to rule out the suspicion. Do you have any opinions? "

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"Book today": "I want to escape the heroine"

Chapter 208 Mud Bodhisattva Crossing the River

When the pistol is fired, the gunpowder in the case is ejected along with the bullet.

The parts that are not completely burned will turn into nitrate-based particles that are difficult to discern with the naked eye.

If you don't take appropriate action, these things will remain on your body forever.