Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 156

"I heard that your marksmanship is very good, Matsuo-san?" Police Megure picked up the notebook and looked at Takashi Matsuo who was brought back by the police.

"Are you doubting me too?" The tears on Takashi Matsuo's face were still wet, and he looked at the Megure police department with red eyes, "I've been participating in the show the whole time today, and I'm also discussing the next one with Ms. Nagai during the commercial time The details of the program never left the scene!"

"That's right!" Conan, who was holding a coffee cup, couldn't help but started to interject, shouting innocently, "The show is very exciting, everyone is watching intently!"

"This kid is right." Takashi Matsuo smiled, "Thank you."

"Especially, that short reasoning video!" Conan continued to shout, "Sister Xiaolan and I answered the murderer correctly, and we even won a prize!"

"Ah, yes," Nagai Ayako nodded suddenly, "Mr. Matsuo went out at that time."

"But that short film is only 4 minutes!" Takashi Matsuo argued, "From the studio on the 9th floor where the program was recorded to this room on the 4th floor, it will take more than 6 minutes to go back and forth at the fastest!"

"It sounds like you've been prepared, Mr. Matsuo?" Tang Ze, who hung up the phone silently for a while, suddenly said, "Why did you measure this kind of data? Are you preparing for your own murder plan?"

It's this tough kid again...

Matsuo Takashi settled down, turned around and looked at him: "Mr. Sensei, don't just talk about me. I remember that you also left everyone's sight at that time. You are in the same situation as me, aren't you? Besides, you left at that time just to call The phone call... If you guess like this, you are more likely to commit a crime than me, aren't you?"

The mobile phone splattered with the victim's blood fell next to the corpse and was taken away by the police officers collecting evidence. Everyone already knew that the deceased was making a call when he died, and they were investigating who he was calling.

"Hey, Zhizhi is only here to participate in the show, why would you murder your producer?" Mori Kogoro saw him attacking someone, and quickly stopped him.

"Then I have no reason to kill Suwa, we have been friends for many years!" Matsuo Takashi's voice was raised even higher.

Tang Ze smiled and narrowed his eyes, but did not refute.

Don't tell me, if he is really "Kumail", then he really has a little motive.

Because of changing the script of this variety show, and decided not to notify the guests in advance, it is Suwa Michihiko, the producer himself.

As for why he made this decision...it must be Tang Ze, the mastermind behind the scenes.

It's like going into the palace to brainwash Shigehiko Tunkou and confuse his memory of Xing Chuanhui. Tang Ze, who doesn't like this pair of show producers, has no intention of saving people this time.

——Especially when he discovered that the shadows of these two can be located in the Shibuya subway, and both have the possibility of growing into palaces.

In the subway, after listening to them criticize for a few minutes showing the bad nature and dark side of the media people, Tang Ze rolled his eyes, dealt with their shadows, added the KA03 news into the program script, and left directly.

It doesn't matter if the garbage dumpers don't save them, a little more death will help purify the environment of the entertainment industry.

Seeing Akechi Goro shut up, Takashi Matsuo snorted, looked at the policemen and said, "Anyway, it takes six minutes at the fastest to get here from the studio. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself!"

"Is that so?" Megure Police Department's eyes drifted to Akechi Goro and Mori Kogoro, "Otherwise, brother, you..."

"No need." Tang Ze waved his hand, interrupting the step-by-step process, "Do you have the floor plan of these floors? According to fire safety requirements, high-rise buildings need to mark evacuation routes and routes. Bring me the fire diagram."

It's getting late, everyone hasn't had dinner yet, if he doesn't leave, sister Mingmei can't leave directly, she's still waiting for him in the building.

Conan's eyes also brightened, and he leaned over to look at the floor plan of the building.

"It's like a maze..." Everyone gathered around the table to check together. Looking at the intricate distribution of stairs in the building, Mao Lilan couldn't help but said, "In this way, won't the staff themselves feel inconvenient?"

"It's definitely a bit inconvenient." Nagai Ayako laughed, "But radio and television stations are very important places. Once there is a turmoil, some people will want to occupy the television station and control the communication and speech channels... It's not just us. , TV stations all over the world think about it in this way, and the structure is relatively complicated."

"Well...Looking at this route, it is really difficult to go back and forth within 4 minutes while avoiding surveillance." Mumu Police Department propped its chin and said to itself.

"Well..." Tang Ze smiled, pointed at the room where the deceased was currently in, and then started to swipe with his fingertips upwards, making Takashi Matsuo's heart ache.

Conan's eyes brightened. He looked at the direction of Tang Ze's fingertips, and then at the blood stains on the window, and clapped his hands.

"It seems that smart people have already understood." Tang Ze met Conan's gaze and smiled, "Do you know what to look for, little detective?"

Nagai Ayako, on the other hand, blinked, glanced at the calm Goro Akechi and Conan with shining eyes, and glanced at Takashi Matsuo's face, secretly took out the phone and pressed it.

"Hello?" She took two steps back, leaving the crowd around the table who were all studying the floor plan, and whispered, "Miss Mizuno, can you hear me?"

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"Is it really okay to use the equipment like this?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I just lent it to the police and detectives, and borrowed the internal signal." Several broadcasters sitting in the director's room were sitting in the box lunch, looking at the camera, "It will not be leaked, and the director will also won't say anything?"

"Hey, what are you doing?" A majestic voice came from behind.

"Ah, Minister!"

"Sorry, we cut it off right away..."

"Idiots, who told you to stop!" The minister yelled, "I will be responsible for anything that happens! Immediately, connect the video to the evening news and broadcast it!"

"Yes!"

"Well done, Nagai!" The minister patted the shoulder of Nagai Ayako who was following behind, "Very sharp judgment!"

The smiling male announcer took the next handout from the staff at the back, glanced at the title, was stunned, quickly adjusted his expression, and said calmly in a standard broadcast tone: "Sorry, interrupted An urgent piece of news, from now on, we will broadcast the latest developments of the major murder that happened on this station tonight. We will pass the camera to the reporter in front, Ms. Rena Mizumu..."

Miyano Akemi, who was sitting bored in the lobby on the first floor, looked at the big screen in front of her, and the screen was the picture broadcast by Nikmai TV at the moment.

Xing Chuanhui put down his homework, took off his glasses, and on the [-]-inch screen in the living room was the plain expression of the announcer.

Amuro placed the menus at the hands of the newly seated guests, and looked up at the TV screen.

"'Major homicide'?" Enomoto Azusa also came out from the bar, put the plate in his hand on the table of the customer who ordered, and walked to him, "Has there been a murder on Nikai TV? Then, wise man?"

Rena Mizumu's bright cat eyes appeared in the camera, with a decent smile on her face, she briefly introduced the case that happened on the TV station today.

"...Coincidentally, this time, with the participation of two famous detectives who participated in the variety show 'Perspective Japan Detective Agency', the case has made a breakthrough!" She said, turning the microphone in her hand, and the camera followed Scheduling, Akechi Goro's face entered the viewfinder frame.

"Yes, I think the murderer is you, Mr. Takashi Matsuo." Goro Akechi glanced at the direction she was walking in. The entire seventh floor had already been surrounded by onlookers. He didn't care much Turn around and look directly at the screen and camera in front of you.

"However, if the murderer is him, how did he manage to go back and forth between the scene of the crime and the studio where the variety show is located in just 4 minutes?"

In the director's studio, the directors familiarly switched the audio track and source, and what was projected on the TV became the face of the Mumu Police Department.

"It's very simple." Akechi Goro tilted his head and smiled, and then leaned lightly, turned over and jumped onto the window sill of the warehouse on the seventh floor, as if he didn't care about the height of tens of meters below, with one leg resting on the window sill and the other hanging casually out of the window.

As long as someone pushes him back, or if he loses his balance even slightly, he will undoubtedly fall from the height of the seventh floor and be smashed to pieces.

　There is one more pinch, possibly wee
　　
　
(End of this chapter)