[Comprehensive] Live broadcast of the crime scene

If you were given a chance to travel back 20 years, what would you do?

If it were an ordinary person, he might say, study hard, cherish the time with your loved ones, use your foresight to get rich first, and so on.However, the relevant departments want to do more than that.

Staff Officer Chen's eyes were fixed on the small notebook on the computer screen that Conan held in his hand. It was a notebook with a black cover, and the cover was printed with hot stamping. It was the notebook used for this notebook. Year - 1996.

Since the "Maori Detective Agency" appeared in the camera, the audience and other experts and scholars have more or less doubts about the authenticity of the live broadcast room. After all, "Detective Conan" in the world they live in is just a movie. It's just an anime, so they naturally ignored this anime, but it has been broadcast since 1996. According to Conan's timeline that has just passed half a year, Mo Xian's current time is naturally 1996.

"No wonder the buildings on the street look like they were decades ago." This thought only flashed through Ye Yushi's mind, and he couldn't restrain his heartbeat. In 1996, there was absolutely time to stop the Wenchuan Earthquake. have……

[If the broadcaster is really in 1996,] Yan Li took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind down, [Let’s not mention the Wenchuan earthquake, SARS only appeared in 2002, right? ] [The Iraq war has not yet been fought,] the audience who knew the international situation well could not help getting excited, [Oil!Rare earth!resources! ][financial crisis. ] Their blood boiled with enthusiasm, [Go to Wall Street to make a fortune! ][Corruption, corruption, corruption can be taken seriously from now on [smile]][Brother! At 2003:4 pm on April 1, 6, at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Hong Kong, please be sure to stop him [tears]] from changing his style of painting, and he was caught off guard.Seeing the experienced fans get out of the fight, the outburst of enthusiasm turned the bullet screen into a big drama "If you travel back to 43 years ago", the confused onlookers almost thought that these fans were brainwashed Oh, what the hell!Isn't this filming?Isn't this propaganda?How do you make it look like the broadcaster is really wearing it back?Do you need so many brain supplements?

Mo Xian's antis obviously couldn't keep up with the brain circuits of senior fans. After being led by them, they actually participated in the conference of "Helping the development and construction of the motherland to avoid historical regrets". As a substitute, some antis with a little bit of a stand still tirelessly brushed [Seize the live broadcast room, save the children], which stood out in the midst of the construction of Xinhua Chinese painting style in full swing, so they were banned from sending IP accounts one by one Barrage, the number of people protesting has decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the remaining small number of antis dare not speak too much. After all, the live broadcast room is a real-name system. There were too many people just now, and the law does not blame the public, plus people with the same name There are many people, not afraid to check the water meter, but at this moment, most people go to participate in the conversations that change the course of history. Without the cover of large troops, small groups dare not fish in troubled waters.

"I know, I know," Mo Xian thought he was also a patriotic and law-abiding citizen. Seeing that the barrages were so excited, he consciously said in the live broadcast room, "There will be bread, there will be milk, everything There will be. The problem is that I am just an ordinary high school student. It is impossible to go directly to Huaguo and say, ah, I can predict the future. You have to provide a feasible plan. Moreover, there are priorities, Please help bring the lottery number of the college entrance examination paper to so and so. It is impossible. Just sauce, I will stay here for at least a week, and you can plan."

As soon as these words came out, the barrage suddenly decreased a lot, as if everyone took Mo Xian's words seriously and tried to think of a solution, which made Yi'er puzzled, and gradually turned to another possibility——

[Is this really a different-dimensional live broadcast room? ] Finally, a new fan who is not so extreme asks, [Otherwise, I can’t explain the reason why you are so excited. ] [Nah,] Li Shi, who originally believed in it but was dubious by Conan, kindly answered his question, [Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, don’t give up. If this is true, we can save tens of thousands of people.] Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people even help Huaguo to avoid detours, and what we have to pay is only a fraction of the data and intelligence. If this is the case, why not do it? ] [To ensure the safety of the broadcaster,] Lu Fanxuan rested his chin on one hand and typed with the other, [Think of an absolutely secret method. ] Mo Xian, who successfully dumped the blame on the audience in the live broadcast room, felt relaxed. She approached Conan who was squatting on the ground looking through the handbook, and bent down to take a look at his hand. Conan was wearing a pair of large disposable gloves and quickly Flipping through the notebook in his hand, when he turned to the record on February 2th, which was last Saturday, there were a few tears on the paper, "Poor Yuko, on the way to Hokkaido, there was a rockslide when passing through the Toyohama Tunnel. She is only 10 years old, my poor daughter, if you go, what will parents do!"

Rockfall in Toyohama Tunnel, Hokkaido?Ye Yushi quickly opened the web page to check this keyword. On February 1996, 2, the web page found news of the rock collapse in the Toyohama Tunnel in Hokkaido. Sure enough, even if Conan and Mori existed in the world where the broadcaster lives, it was also established. on the basis of our world.

"So that's how it is," Conan closed the account, "After Ohashi and his wife divorced, the child, Yuko Ohashi, was awarded to Mr. Ohashi, but Yuko died of a rock avalanche last Saturday, so this may be a motive for killing—— If the child is awarded to me, she will still be alive and well."

"You also think she is the deceased Mr. Ohashi's divorced wife, Ms. Miura Mika?" Mo Xian sat on the edge of the bed, resting his chin thoughtfully, recalling the testimony just now as if his eyes were out of focus. That's right, the three of them They all told the truth, but only two people—Mr. Nozomi Nishino and Mr. Ogasawara said that they did not kill anyone. What about Ms. Miura Mika?She did not answer the question of whether she had killed anyone.

wait, what is this?Mo Xian's wandering gaze was fixed on a corner beside the bed. It was a thin long hair, which was pressed under the messy pillow. Mo Xian carefully took out the tweezers from the toolbox next to Conan, and found another sealed bag , Put this hair in a bag and seal it up, "Ms. Miura Mika and Mr. Ohashi have divorced for almost a year."

"Well," seeing that Mo Xian found the evidence, Conan's eyes lit up, he ran towards the door, whispered something to the woman outside, and ran back again, panting Said, "Every week the landlady will ask the cleaner to help tidy up the room. The cleaner wears a hat, and it is impossible for the hair to fall on the quilt."

Mo Xian nodded, carefully scrutinizing the long brown hair under the incandescent light on the ceiling, "Judging from the color and length of the hair, it should be Ms. Miura's."

"Did she have Mr. Ohashi's key?" Conan had an idea, "If you have evidence and the other party has no alibi, you can ask Police Officer Megure to search."

"But, would Ms. Miura be stupid enough to carry the key with her?" Mo Xian asked back.

Regardless of whether she is that stupid or not, to be on the safe side, Police Officer Megure asked the three suspects to go to the room for a body search after receiving Conan's news. However, Ms. Miura did not find the key on her body. yes--

Mr. Nozomi Nishino who owed the deceased a large sum of money?

Neither Mo Xian nor Conan could have expected this reversal.

"Mr. Nishinomo, can you explain the source of the key on your body?" Police Officer Megure asked with a straight face, "Why did you have the key to Mr. Ohashi's room?"

Nishino, who was apprehensive before the search, but calmed down after finding the key, leaned against the wall and said lazily, "What else can I do? I made a foolish trick and stole his key while he was eating and drinking to make a copy. I was thinking about sneaking into his room when he was not around to find out if there was anything I could do to blackmail him. Just delay me for a while. Yue is fine, but I didn't expect that something happened to him before he started."

The corner of Ms. Miura's right lip curled up, as if laughing at his stupidity.

Officer Megure and Officer Takagi murmured for a while, and then said to the three suspects, "To be on the safe side, we need to search your room. Of course, this is an informal request, and you can refuse."

"If we refuse, doesn't it mean that we have ghosts in our hearts?" Ms. Miura said with a smile, "Go ahead and search."

Ms. Miura is too confident. Could it be that she has never assigned a key?Seeing her confident look, Mo Xian stuffed the sealed bag containing her hair into her pocket and waited and watched.

Kogoro Mori also asked Miura suspiciously, "When you and Mr. Ohashi were husband and wife, didn't you have a spare key?"

"After they got divorced," the landlord interjected in the corridor, "Mr. Ohashi asked me to go to a locksmith to have a new lock installed. Therefore, Ms. Miura has no key for a new lock."

Officer Takagi came back from the search and told Officer Megure and Mori Kogoro that Mr. Ohashi's key was not found in the room of the three of them, and all the suspicions seemed to be concentrated on Mr. Nozomi Nishino.

"That's right, the murderer can only be you! Mister Nishinomo!" Uncle Mao Li waved his right hand smartly, pointing at Nishinomo, "Did you just meet Mr. Ohashi coming back after you entered Mr. Ohashi's room? You drowned him in the sink, and even wanted to take advantage of the rain to push him off the balcony to destroy his corpse, that's right, you are the murderer!"

On the other end, Conan and Mo Xian whispered, "Is there a mistake in our investigation direction?"