How can there be such a dangerous world of Conan

The police car was dispatched and soon arrived at the Nikkei TV station, and the forensic department quickly started working.

With no plans to go to the scene at all, Dai Sugihata looked for her target in the crowd, the host named Takashi Matsuo.

"Ah, Matsuo-san."

Soon, the girl found Takashi Matsuo among the onlookers near the scene, and happily ran over.

"I'm your fan, can I shake hands?"

Without giving the other party any time to respond, he excitedly held the middle-aged man's hand, shaking and shaking, shaking and shaking.

It didn't end there, Dai Sugihata rummaged through her pockets and found a ballpoint pen and a notebook.

"By the way, Matsuo-san, can I sign it?"

"Of course, of course."

Being enthusiastically praised by fans, Takashi Matsuo was extremely happy, and had no intention of disagreeing at all, and took over the pen and notebook.

"Hey, where is it written?"

"Just the first page, just write what you want to write. Ah, please write to Dai Sugihata at the end."

"Okay, okay,"

"Thank you," after Takashi Matsuo finished writing, the girl took the pen and notebook and took them away.

"Ah, do you have anything else to do? Then don't bother me."

Then he ran to the scene in a hurry.

"Help me check this fingerprint." Casually handed the ballpoint pen and notebook in his hand to the forensic staff next to him.

Then, walking into the scene, there were some burly men lying on their sides, the windows that were opened up and down were half open, blood spattered on the windows, but it was subtly only splashed on the windows.

"The one who was killed was the TV station's producer Fufu Daoyan, 37 years old. The murder weapon was a pistol. A shot hit the head and pierced through the glass..."

The forensics section is making on-site judgments.

Judging from this, Mu Mu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"It may be troublesome to find the bullets that flew out."

No one knows where it flew, and it is extremely difficult to judge.

"But if you kill him with a single shot, the murderer must have very good shooting skills?" The female policeman came over and said something without beginning or end.

"No," but was quickly denied by the forensics: "There are two bullet holes on the back of the poster, and another bullet hole next to the clock, which means that a total of four shots were fired."

"And there is a pistol with a silencer next to the body..."

"Is that so, that means the murderer's shooting skills are not good? For a moment, I thought the murderer was Matsuo-san. I'm sorry."

He smiled at Matsuo Takashi, who was watching not far away.

However, for Takashi Matsuo, that kind of smile can only be described as shocking and moving.

"You can't say that," Mu Mu Shisan retorted: "It's also possible that the murderer missed consecutive shots, making people mistakenly think that his marksmanship is poor."

"Hey," the policewoman stretched out her fist and tapped her head lightly, sticking out her tongue: "I really am."

What are you selling cute...

Mu Mu was completely unmoved, posing indifferently with his signature Dead Fish Eye.

"That is to say," Mori Kogoro stepped forward and expressed his reasoning: "The murderer broke in suddenly, forced the victim to the window, and then probably fired several shots because of his poor shooting skills. Kill the victim, or kill the victim with one shot, then fire several times to cover up, then drop the pistol and run away. Is that how it is? Megure Police Department!"

Mu Mu Shisan broke out in a cold sweat.

Thank you for being so smug and confident in saying what everyone else thinks of.

"Well, that's right."

Mouth so perfunctory.

Deep in my heart, I thought: Why are you still not asleep?

So he ignored Mori Kogoro and asked the crowd, "Has anyone seen the suspect?"

However, I got a negative answer, because the victim asked everyone to stay here alone.

"Send everyone away?" Mu Mu was a little confused.

"It's all my fault!" Takashi Matsuo shouted: "He was waiting for me, because he said he had something important to talk about, so he dismissed other people. Originally, I meant to go to other places to talk after the show , but he said he didn’t want people to hear about it. If he had known this earlier, he should have insisted on going elsewhere.”

While speaking, Takashi Matsuo burst into tears and was deeply grieved.

"If you dismiss other people, it means that the victim went to an inaccessible place on his own initiative, but was killed in this kind of place?" Then Dai Sugihata turned to Takashi Matsuo and asked again.

"Hmm, Mr. Matsuo, how do you think the prisoner got here?"

Takashi Matsuo's nerves reached the peak in an instant.

Think, think, think, think!Think quickly!Think quickly! !

The mind is thinking desperately, but there is only a blank in the mind.

"Ah, do you see that? The murderer is someone who resents Mr. Interviewer very much. He saw him heading towards a place inaccessible, so he followed him secretly, and then killed him at the right time."

"Although Mr. Interviewer said that he would replace me, in the end he still decided that he wanted me to host it! That's why he invited me to that room tonight!"

This was an excuse that he had thought up long ago, an excuse to show that he had no intention of killing!

Almost instantly, Takashi Matsuo blurted out.

"Eh? I didn't say you were the murderer?" The policewoman said in a puzzled tone: "I mean, is there anyone who hates Mr. Interviewer? Do you have such a candidate?"

"Let me think about it, let me think about it."

Matsuo Takashi heaved a sigh of relief and repeated it over and over again.

"In short, let's imagine from the perspective of resenting the victim first." Mu Mushisan nodded, and got the police to act, and went around to ask who was resentful about interviewing Daoyan.

Dai Sugihata found a place to rely on at the edge of the corner, observing the changes in the field.

"You have a really bad personality."

Finally finding a time when he would not be scolded even if he came close, Edogawa Conan ran over.

Dai Sugihata drew out her scissors hands without saying a word.

"Sure enough, that guy is the criminal..."

The man named Takashi Matsuo was almost the only man who had the words 'I am a prisoner' written all over his face when he appeared on the stage.

"Have you noticed? The victim's mobile phone is still on, and he was probably still talking to the deceased before he was killed."

"The person who was talking to the deceased is the murderer?" Dai Sugihata said, "If you are approached by a stranger with a gun, you will definitely yell in fear, the fear is extremely high, and the other end of the phone will also be infected by this fear." , will call the police sooner?"

"Will Kogoro Mori call the police for help long before the police?"

"But the call was not received, that is to say, the victim was talking to the murderer, and the murderer must be someone very familiar to the victim."

There are too many flaws.

Many people laugh unconsciously.

"That's right, big detective," Sugihata suddenly changed the subject: "Did you know that there is a way to completely commit a crime without being discovered?"

Kudo Shinichi was a little surprised.

But then it became clear, because the answer was surprisingly simple.

"That is no crime."

Ok?

How can you say no crime is a complete crime?

You are guilty!