The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"The deceased Suwa Michihiko, 37 years old, was a program producer at Nippon TV. The murder weapon was a pistol..." Megure Police Department said while making notes on paper. He glanced at the clock above the window and couldn't help but sigh. , "One shot hit the head and penetrated the glass..."

"Megure Police Department, it's you again." Karasawa walked into the room with a smile, "Do you want coffee? You have to pay attention to your health when you work overtime."

The Mumu Police Department looked at the two people who walked in one after another, and said hello as usual: "Thank you very much. This kind of overtime subsidy that the police department never reimburses...it costs you money."

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Handing another cup of Buck to the Megure Police Department, Karasawa looked at the deceased who was surrounded by police officers: "The murderer's marksmanship is very good."

"Oh? What do you think?" Memu Police Department's attention suddenly shifted to him.

"The blood splatter on the window." Tangze raised the hand holding the coffee cup and pointed at the very conspicuous pool of blood on the window. "Gunshot injuries are a kind of scene that I have been exposed to more. Although the detailed Blood stain analysis will be more complicated and requires some laboratory operations, but I infer that the gun that hit the deceased’s head was fired from a distance of about 10 meters.”

"10 meters?" The Mumu Police Department looked at where the deceased was sitting, then visually measured the length of the room, and said doubtfully, "The gunman must have at least been standing in the corridor at that time... Are you sure this data is reliable?"

Tangze nodded without hesitation.

Isn't it just 10 meters? This is a TV station building, not a residential building, and the floor height is not low. The murderer hit the deceased on the 4th floor from the 7th floor. 10 meters is definitely there.

"But, Mr. Mingzhi, it looks like there are other bullet marks on the wall." The police officer who was busy collecting evidence pointed at several other bullet holes on the wall. "The gunman may have fired a few times at random and happened to hit the target." Alright?"

Tangze chuckled softly and took a sip of coffee: "You can ask the forensic department to come to the scene to do ballistic analysis and restoration, but I stick to my point of view. The murderer is a skilled gunman with excellent marksmanship. He was killed with one shot. , hit the nail on the head.”

After making this judgment, Karasawa turned his eyes to Matsuo Takashi who was standing on the other side of the room.

"What do you mean?" Matsuo Takashi's temples twitched and he jumped up in response, "Are you doubting me?"

"How could it be?" Karasawa rolled his eyes, "If you are good at shooting, wouldn't it be me and Detective Mori? Don't be so sensitive, Mr. Matsuo."

After saying this, Tang Ze was secretly happy.

Yes, yes, choose one of the three, this will be the right one.

This kid is actually more difficult to deal with than the more famous Mouri Kogoro. How did he lock himself in at once?

Matsuo Takashi gritted his teeth, felt relieved, and started performing according to the script he had prepared a long time ago: "But who killed him...it was indeed me, it's all my fault!"

Putting his hands in his pockets, Karasawa glanced at Conan, who was also holding hot coffee and staring at Matsuo Takashi, and smiled.

"He came to this room alone because he was waiting for me..." Matsuo Takashi said, his voice choked up, and two lines of tears fell down, "He said he had important things to talk about today, and I Originally, he said that after the show was over, we could have a meal together and sit down to talk, but he disagreed and said that this was an important conversation that could not be heard by others... It was because of this that he stayed here alone. Suwa He is the soul of our show...how could he..."

His voice gradually became unsustainable among the sobs, and he looked as if he couldn't help himself from the sadness.

While he was telling the story, the on-site filming was completed, and the police officers who had drawn the white line put Suwa Michihiko's body into a body bag, put it on a stretcher, and began to transport it.

Matsuo Takashi held the stretcher, cried restrainedly, and followed the stretcher to the door, as if to express his reluctance to his friend.

"Suwa's body has been brought out!" Before everyone in the room could express their opinions on his emotional performance, a high-pitched female voice rang out in the corridor.

Several reporters ran out from the stairs and surrounded Matsuo Takashi who was following him. Several cameras dutifully gave some close-ups of the stretcher, which could roughly be seen as a human figure.

Others standing in the room and seeing this scene through the TV: "..."

"Wow." Tang Ze let out a sigh of unknown meaning.

"What's the matter, brother Mingzhi?" Memu Police Department thought he had discovered something new and turned around.

"No, I'm just a little surprised." Karasawa looked at the microphones stretched out in front of Matsuo in the picture, and said in a surprised tone, "This TV can only receive real-time signals from Japan TV Station, right? In other words, Is this a live broadcast of their evening news? A colleague died in the TV station building, and their first reaction was to bring in a camera to broadcast live... Wow."

The Mumu Police Department was stunned for a moment, looking at the TV with a strange expression.

"Is this a media person?" Tang Ze sighed.

In the picture, reporters surrounding Takashi Matsuo fired a barrage of questions at him.

"'Mr. Matsuo, when you were hosting the program, the program producer was murdered in the TV station building. How do you feel now?'"

"'Mr. Matsuo, do you have anything to say to the murderer?'"

"'Is it possible that this case was an attack on the production team due to dissatisfaction with the entertainment crime incident of the program?'"

"'There are rumors that the producer of Suwa has different opinions with you and plans to change the host selection. Is it possible that he is a fan of yours...'"

"'Enough!'" Before he could finish his sentence, Matsuo Takashi's eyes widened and he shouted angrily, "'Please don't slander Mr. Suwa!'"

After he finished shouting, he pursed his lips and turned his head slightly, as if suppressing his emotions, and said tremblingly: "'There has been such rumors recently, but in the end, Mr. Suwa, he still insisted on the purpose of our program and hopes that I will continue to host it. , maintain the variety show style... Tonight, we originally wanted to discuss this issue, so we agreed to meet here...'"

"This guy, the case is still under investigation, how can he disclose the details of the investigation?" The Meguro Police Department rolled his eyes and ordered the policemen behind him, "Let him stop talking, no, just bring him here. I haven’t asked clearly yet!”

"'I solemnly swear here! I will inherit Mr. Suwa's will and resolutely keep my position!'" Matsuo Takashi has gradually turned from sadness to anger, with rich emotional expressions and natural changes, and the lines are still clearly identifiable in the roar , also showed excellent hosting skills, "'We will use the program to deal with this incident and pursue the murderer with all our strength!'"

"'Oh! Are you making a challenge to the murderer, Mr. Matsuo, this is very risky!'" The reporter next to him sounded excited, not like he was persuading at all, but as if he was saying, "Is there anything more?" , some more."

"'If you don't like this show, you can come at me! I will never run away!'" Matsuo Takashi glared ahead and roared at the camera, "'The devil who killed Mr. Suwa, no matter where you are, I won't even let you go!'"

His tears were pouring down his cheeks at this moment, like a textbook-level family member of a victim.

The plot is complete, logically coherent, vivid and touching.

"Is this a media person?" Tang Ze took a sip of coffee and sighed again.