No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Kato laughed twice without explaining:

"Don't worry about it so much, just do it."

……

354 Public Execution

"What are you doing, why did you cancel it?"

Mouri Kogoro loosened his suit and tie with one hand and complained:

"Didn't you say you were invited? I was ready, but you suddenly told me not to?"

The program producer kept apologizing, and he was helpless.

Who makes Suzuki Qiaoqiao look good and the audience loves to watch it.

He wanted to say no to the deputy director, but the traffic was so fragrant!

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Maori, you can also bring your family to tonight's show."

"Hmph, your daily sales of TV stations are so deceiving! I am a well-known detective, and I will never..."

Before he could finish speaking, the program producer interrupted:

"Mr. Mori, I know it's inconvenient for you, so I'm going to get a signed photo of Miss Okino that hasn't been released yet."

"Write... a photo?"

As her die-hard fan, Kogoro Mouri showed a madman smile:

"Ahaha, I am a well-known detective, and I will never be angry with such a trivial matter. That..."

He glanced at Mao Lilan with a guilty conscience, walked to the corner deliberately, and asked in a low voice:

"I'm not lecherous, I just want to support Yoko Okino's career. By the way, where can I get the photo?"

"You come directly to the TV station, and I will arrange it. It has not been released to the public yet, so please don't leak it casually."

"Hahaha, no, no, it's such a happy agreement!"

After hanging up the phone, Maori Kogoro pretended to be calm.

I wanted to get away with it, but let the pit master Mao Lilan find the clue:

"Dad, I seem to have heard what you said just now... a photo?"

Mouri Kogoro touched the back of his head, his eyes erratic:

"Is there? Hahaha, you must have heard it wrong, Xiaolan."

He is not good at lying, and people can see the flaws at once.

Conan pouted, too lazy to expose his uncle.

……

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Suzuki Qiaoqiao clocked in and got off work.

He first went to the vicinity of the Metropolitan Police Department and ate a bowl of hot ramen to fill his stomach.

Then I took a slow ride and took a taxi to Nippon TV.

Deputy Director Kato warmly welcomed him in the hall.

Liu Lai Longyi, the host of the show, naturally accompanied him:

"I really didn't expect that the noble son of the police would be invited to come. It's my honor to be on the same stage with you."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao glanced at him and said nothing.

Laugh.

I'll let you experience the experience later, what is public execution.

As for the original guest Kogoro Mouri, Ryuichi Liu Lai was very curious and did not mention it again.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao first followed the deputy director to the dressing room.

The face value reaches a certain height, and there is basically no need to apply too much makeup.

His days are moisturised every night, and his skin is fair and radiant.

Use the highlights at most to brighten the color of the upper triangle of the nose.

"Mr. Suzuki, this way please."

A staff handed over the script and let Suzuki Qiaoqiao look over it.

If you have any questions that you don't want to answer, you can edit them in advance.

He simply browsed it once and handed it back to the other party.

I'll run off the script later, and I won't use this thing at all.

As the golden hour approached at [-]:[-], several staff members were standing by.

It can be seen that they are looking forward to the show on Suzuki Qiaoqiao.

As the director made an OK gesture, the new host Liu faced the camera:

"Hello, viewers, today I will host the show by Ryuichi Liu Lai, I hope you like it. Next, let's welcome today's mysterious guest-Mr. Suzuki Joe Bridge with the warmest applause!

With the background music inserted in the studio, Suzuki Joe Bridge took the stage.

Facing the camera, waving to the audience and friends.

"Hello everyone, I'm Suzuki Takahashi. I'm here today to investigate Mr. Nakai's murder."

It's rare to see a situation where the opening goes straight to the point like this.

The backstage staff were talking in a low voice and were not qualified to interfere.

Liu Lailong smiled awkwardly, and quickly understood that the other party was coming for him.

He knew that the live broadcast was live, so he pretended to be calm and said:

"Damn, I thought you were trying to say something. It turned out to be this case. If Officer Suzuki wanted to investigate, I would give up my life to accompany the gentleman. However, you are wrong about one thing. I am not the murderer."

Seeing that Liu Lai Longyi was still arguing, Suzuki Qiaoqiao said with a crooked smile:

"Oh, that's not necessarily true. You shot the report on the fire news, right?"

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"Of course, the shooting location is very close to the scene of the fire. You can enter Mr. Nakai's room in less than 3 minutes as long as you pass the entrance of the express bus next to it. You can attack from behind, causing Mr. Nakai to lose consciousness. Then Come down and put the quicklime in the sink and turn on the faucet slightly. In this way, the quicklime encounters enough water to heat up and generate a high temperature of nearly 300 degrees. Just pile up flammable materials near the sink to cause a fire .”

"Clap clap clap!"

Liu Lailong didn't change his expression, clapped his hands and applauded:

"Mr. Suzuki, excellent reasoning. However, what you just said is your own guess. Since you think I am the murderer, please show the key evidence. Otherwise, I can sue you for slander."

As soon as the broadcast started, it was full of gunpowder, which was very much in line with the expectations of the deputy director.

He could not wait to come down in person and fan the flames.

"it is good!"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao stood up, pressed the brim of his hat with his left hand, and made a handsome gesture of identification with his right hand:

"If you want evidence, I will give you evidence!"

Liu Lai Longyi didn't realize the seriousness of the matter yet, with a professional smile on his face.

He can be sure that all the evidence of the crime was burned up in that fire.

"Okay, Mr. Suzuki. In front of everyone in front of the TV, I'm waiting for your proof!"

Being pointed at by someone, Liu Lai Longyi also became angry.

He stared at Suzuki Qiaoqiao, and turned his finger back:

"If there is no substantive evidence, I want you to publicly apologize!"

Liu Lailong snorted coldly in his heart, not at all afraid.

The evidence has been burned, can it be recovered?

In his mind, the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers have already come to mind.

"The new host defeated the noble son of the police, a rising star! 》

The quickest way to get to the top is to step on someone who is more famous.

When Suzuki Qiaoqiao heard the bet, he laughed out loud.

This guy, Liu Lailongyi, really thought he had no evidence.

Geese have left marks, ants have left marks.

As long as it is done, there will be evidence left.

"No problem. Before solving the case of Mr. Nakai's life, let everyone see something else."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao walked off the stage and came to the studio.

Insert the USB flash drive into the computer and start fetching files.

Soon, there is related video synced to the bottom right of the TV lens.

The first one is a dark night.

Liu Lai Longyi wears a black hood and buys quicklime in a remote shop.

The video is not long, only half a minute.

The second is the perspective of the car camera.

Liu Lailong wore a mask and piled quicklime in several places on the bridge.

Wait for the rain to ignite, so I can shoot under the bridge.

The video is edited and stitched together from multiple on-board cameras.

Just like acting in a movie, it has a strong sense of substitution.