Conan's Strongest Uncle

"Yes, Matsuo Planning has indeed been controlling today's live broadcast from the backstage position. I also saw it. Mr. Matsuo was always there except for the ad break at 8 o'clock." Mouri Kogoro's eyes were sharp.

Takashi Matsuo started to sweat from behind: "Mr. Mouri is joking? Didn't I already explain it, I just went to the toilet at that time, besides, the commercial time was only five minutes, the elevator was broken, and we ran down together. Well, it's much more than five minutes."

The editor's technique is very fast, and he quickly cut out the time for the Takagi test to run from the 11th floor to the 3rd floor in the picture, and the back and forth must be at least seven or eight minutes.

Takagi jumped up excitedly when he saw this scene: "I'm on TV, I'm on TV."

Mouri Kogoro grinned, and the charm of a mature man was transmitted through the screen to the hearts of the female viewers who were watching. This uncle is really handsome.

"There is not enough time to run from the 11th floor to the 3rd floor mixing room, but if you go to the 9th floor general store, then there is more than enough time, Mr. Matsuo, yes, you are familiar with this room behind me, this is the The scene of your crime."

As soon as the camera turned, the grocery room was revealed, Matsuo Takashi's pupils shrank for a while, and he stopped talking.

Mouri Kogoro directed the camera and asked him to look out the window to shoot, and from the window down, he saw the large window on the third floor with blood stains.

Conan saw this scene and immediately knew that Mouri's reasoning was correct, and suddenly he was like a deflated ball and lost his strength.

The walls outside these two houses are just in the shadows. If you don't pay attention, no one will notice anything unusual in this place.

Mouri Kogoro fiddled with the props, ropes and pulleys in the grocery room in his hands. After a while, he fiddled with a labor-saving pulley set next to the big window and placed it on the window. Then he tied a dummy that was about the same weight as Quan Zhilong with coercion. Above, slowly sliding down from the window.

This grocery room, which was transformed from an abandoned prop room, has everything, which is extremely worry-free.

Mouri Kogoro said while operating: "Just the day before yesterday, Matsuo planned that you learned that Mr. Suwa Michihiko had a bad cold, and he had to take leave yesterday and today, so this murder plan was born. You came the day before get off work the day before yesterday. Go to the mixing room on the third floor, and under the guise of talking about work with Mr. Suwa, secretly open the only window in the mixing room, and then leave work with Mr. Suwa."

Suwa Michihiko was shocked when he heard this: "It's true, how did Detective Mouri know."

The scene was cut out, and the audience began to shake. The singers in the candidate hall also looked concerned. Sisters Suzuki and Tang Zexuesui in the VIP box looked at Mouri Kogoro intently.

Sonoko watched it for a long time before he recognized it: "Wow, elder sister, elder sister, the uncle in this live broadcast is Xiao Ran's father, I almost can't recognize it, how did he become so handsome, Xiao Ran is really unscrupulous, father Don't tell me that he became so handsome."

In another more gorgeous box, a woman in the middle of the sofa lit a lady's cigarette and spit it out slowly. She looked at the reasoning picture on the screen, and the corner of her mouth outlined a scarlet smile: " interesting."

Butler Satou beside him bowed respectfully.

"Then you are alone to prepare the setup I just assembled. This ninth floor grocery room happened to be abandoned from the prop room, and has everything you need."

"It's time for today's Golden Music Festival. At that time, Matsuo Planning kept looking at his mobile phone and watch, and then during the only idle time during the live broadcast, the five-minute advertising time, Mr. Matsuo Takashi came to this ninth-floor abandoned grocery room to ambush Now, let Quan Zhilong, the kicking singer of tonight, come to the appointment with the mobile phone. The reason is that the tuner will not be allowed to tune if he does not come, and he will directly give Quan Zhilong a round tour, etc., Quan Zhilong will naturally be on time. Make an appointment."

Takashi Matsuo on the stage was sweating all over, but he still managed to hold on: "All this is Mr. Mouri's imagination."

Mouri Kogoro ignored him at all, and for such a stubborn murderer, only reason and evidence could lead to a confession.

"As soon as Quan Zhilong entered this room, he was hit on the head with a stick by Matsuo planning, who was in ambush behind the door, and was knocked unconscious. Then Mr. Takashi Matsuo tied Mr. Quan Zhilong to the Get on Wia, and use this labor-saving pulley to slowly lower it down, just right on the big open window below."

"Planning Matsuo held a pistol in his hand and pointed it in the direction that Quan Zhilong had just been hit in the head with a stick. One shot, bang, and his head blossomed. Planning Matsuo pressed the button like this again and took the semi-automatic Weiya back. Mr. Zhilong just slipped into the mixing room on the third floor, forming a murder case in a secret room."

Mouri Kogoro threw the dummy into the mixing room on the third floor, put away the demo tools, disassembled them, and looked at his watch: "It took less than three minutes to solve it, really clever."

"But Matsuo planned that you are too confident, you are printing lyrics, and designing GD to take drugs, put drugs in his mouth, and want to create hallucinations and kill himself with a gun? But your biggest mistake Even in the case of drug use, I found the exact same drug powder here on the ninth floor before confirming that this was the real crime scene."

Takashi Matsuo's voice changed: "Bullshit, the drugs may have been left behind by someone who secretly took drugs in it, and it's not even evidence at all. You said that the shooting on the ninth floor is the shooting on the ninth floor. You have no evidence to prove my crime at all, what a fucking detective." Takashi Matsuo was already a little anxious.

Mouri Kogoro said with a thin and angry face: "Mr. Takashi Matsuo, maybe you don't know, the guns fired from the top down and the guns fired from suicide, the direction of blood splashing is different, the bullet holes are also different, really Suicide or suicide outside the door, it is absolutely impossible to leave blood on the wall outside the TV station, and it will not leave a bullet hole on the ground floor." Mouri showed the photo to the crowd.

Takagi quickly crawled out with a flashlight to take a look. Sure enough, there was blood on the wall outside the third floor, and the audience was in an uproar.

"And, more importantly, I didn't find Quan Zhilong's mobile phone. As a tool for you to contact him before eight o'clock, you put it away, but in five minutes, you can hide it again. Where is it, so I assert that the phone is on you."

"Besides that, the bloodstains hanging on Weiya, the fingerprints that you couldn't clean up after you dismantled things, and the gunpowder smoke on the sweat towel you've been wiping, so much evidence, Matsuo planned, you Can you explain it one by one?"

When Matsuo Takashi heard this overwhelming evidence, his feet could no longer support him, and he fell to his knees on the ground with tears in his eyes, and he could no longer argue.

Only then did the audience understand that it was really the crime of the famous gold medal planner, and they all stared at this scene in astonishment.

Takeshi Miyamoto's breathing became more and more rapid. When he saw this scene, he didn't understand why Kyoto TV had trained a murderer and made Mouri's great reputation.

The unparalleled Lee Hyori looked at the majestic Mouri Kogoro with a curious look in her eyes.

As for Miss Yoko, Bao'er, Xiao Ran and the others have already become little fans, and they are as happy as they are solving the case by themselves.

At this moment, the fame of the famous detective Mouri Kogoro spread throughout Kyoto, and all the people who watched the show all over the country remembered a middle-aged uncle who was comparable to an idol, and a handsome detective with an extremely sexy head, Mouri Kogoro.

Many girls became fans of this scene and spontaneously formed a Mouri support group.

"Can you tell me, why did you choose to kill someone after a good time?" Mouri was quite curious. How did a gold medal program planner and a popular male artist turn into this scene.

Takagi Matsuo's face suddenly became crazy, and Takagi on the side hurried up to stop him: "Why kill this guy, someone like this who has no musical literacy at all, even thinking about smearing my show, you know, this The golden music festival is my life and my lifelong belief. I just want to do this thing in my life, and just this one thing, to dedicate myself to my beloved music, but we can all be together. Ruined by this crap dude."

"How can he understand music, how can he sing, relying on someone behind him, oppressing my family to make me compromise, using money to insult my faith, I will never let him defile this sacred stage, even if it is Paying the price with his life is also at all costs." Takagi Matsuo, like a roaring lone wolf, was taken down by Takagi and another police officer.

Before leaving the stage, Takashi Matsuo was still shouting and wailing: "President Miyamoto, please make sure to go ahead with the Golden Music Festival."

Many viewers couldn't help being moved by his faith and determination, and one by one began to sympathize with Takashi Matsuo.