No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

He has practiced firearms shooting abroad and has a level comparable to that of professional players.

After Takashi Matsuo easily hit Michihiko Suwa's temple, he threw away the pistol.

The murder weapon slid into the mixing chamber along the special glass.

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When he ran back to the ninth floor, the short film was not over yet.

When the female assistant saw Takashi Matsuo with sweat on her forehead, she couldn't help but ask:

"Mr. Matsuo, are you okay, why are you sweating so much?"

"It's alright, I've had an upset stomach since the morning.

I went to the bathroom just now, and I went in again after I came out, and I almost collapsed. "

Before the female assistant answered, Kishimoto, who was in charge of scheduling, urged:

"The short film is almost over, come back to the stage soon."

Waiting for the camera to switch, Takashi Matsuo smiled:

"Viewers in front of the TV, do you know who the prisoner is?"

"The answer is the victim's sister."

"Thank you for watching, see you next week."

When the recording was over, Suzuki Qiaoqiao let out a sigh of relief.

According to his character, it is not suitable for participating in such variety shows.

Especially when there are many people, I will become very restrained.

The deputy director of the TV station stood under the stage, smiling happily:

"Mr. Suzuki, you really worked hard today."

"It's okay, can I go now?"

"Okay, I'll send it to you."

At the same time, a staff member ran to the side:

"Mr. Matsuo, Suwa Production seems to be missing."

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Chapter 250 I Catch Myself

Takashi Matsuo frowned, showing a puzzled look:

"Mr. Suwa is missing?"

"Yeah, whether I called the mixing room or his cell phone, no one answered."

"How can this happen, or you can look for it again."

"Hey, that's all there is to it."

Accompanied by the deputy director, Suzuki Qiaoqiao left the scene.

If Maori Kogoro is a guest, there is no such card.

Looking at the retreating backs of everyone, Takashi Matsuo's eyes flashed with light.

You son of the police, can you crack my perfect alibi?

The group walked to the elevator and waited quietly.

The staff next to him answered the phone and suddenly exclaimed:

"What did you say, Mr. Suwa was killed? Well, I'll go right now!"

The deputy director was startled, and quickly grabbed the other side and asked:

"Yuta, what's going on?"

"I don't know, someone found Mr. Suwa's body in the mixing room, let's go take a look."

Hearing that there was a murder, Suzuki Qiaoqiao raised his hand to rest on his forehead.

Conan, the Shinigami elementary school student, shouldn't he be nearby?

"Well, Mr. Suzuki, I have to trouble you..."

"I understand, lead the way."

Now is the rush hour, and the elevator is late to the ninth floor.

In order to get to the scene as soon as possible, we had to go down the fire exit.

The stairway on the seventh floor was blocked by boxes of equipment, making it impossible to pass.

Need to go through the hallway and go down the other side of the building.

It took seven or eight minutes to go back and forth like this, and finally reached the fourth floor.

The door of the mixing room was already full of people.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao took advantage of his size to squeeze in:

"Give it up, please let it go."

The moment he stepped into the room, the surrounding colors quickly turned black.

After he entered the state of 'black and white sight distance', he stared at the red light and twitched the corner of his mouth.

It took almost no effort to pin down Takashi Matsuo as the murderer.

"morning, morning..."

Before Suzuki Qiaoqiao identified, the bell rang suddenly.

He took out his mobile phone to check, and it turned out to be a call from Jinjiu.

Ah, this...

Don't fight early, don't fight late, but it happens at this time.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao had no choice but to go out to answer the phone first.

The identity of the murderer is locked, and he can't escape for a while.

Seeing that he came out within half a minute after entering the room, the deputy director looked surprised:

"Mr. Suzuki, you are...

"I'm going to pick up a call. You should call the police first, and tell the people at the scene not to leave."

After speaking, Suzuki Qiaoqiao went around to the end of the corridor and picked a place where no one was there.

After a delay of one or two minutes, the phone stopped ringing.

He called back and said in a low voice:

"Crooked, boss, what's the matter?"

The sound of the gin is steady, like lake water without ripples, and no emotion can be heard:

"Daughter Hong, is it inconvenient now?"

Suzuki Joe Bridge is very cautious, always checking the surrounding to prevent the partition wall from having ears:

"Yes, I'm still outside."

"I just saw you on TV, and you performed well. You have been paid for this month's activities."

Gin would not call specifically for such a trivial matter.

He thought for a moment and asked:

"Thank you boss, you are looking for me, there should be other things, right?"

"Nuerhong, you are very smart, and indeed you have other things to do."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao was in an unfamiliar venue and tried to speak as little as possible.

He remained silent, waiting for Gin's next words:

"Pease had to be removed because he exposed his identity. But there is currently no evidence that he is undercover."

"what do you mean……"

"Yes, undercover, still there."

Gin seemed to be smoking, exhaling:

"You're in a good mood now, don't be confused and be vigilant at all times.

If any suspects are found, I will notify you again for verification.Let's do this first, crap. "

Listening to the busy tone in the microphone, Suzuki Qiaoqiao put away the phone.

The undercover investigation is really not over.

According to the information currently available, the FBI's only seed lurking inside the organization.

Probably gin, or vodka.

The former is loyal to the organization, not much like an undercover agent.

So most likely, it's vodka.

However, guesswork alone is not enough.

Vodka is around gin all year round, and there is no chance to touch it alone.

Even if there is, he will regard himself as a black policeman who sneaked into the Metropolitan Police Department.

If you rashly reveal your identity and gamble wrong, the consequences will be disastrous.

Therefore, the best way to deal with it is to remain the same.

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