The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan.

"Akechi-kun, hey, it's dangerous!"

Shui Wulian, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but scream.

Almost everyone watching this scene, both inside and outside the camera, couldn't help but take a step forward. Even the photographer holding the camera stumbled forward obviously.

"Ah hahaha, no problem." Tang Ze raised his hand casually, with no intention of lowering it, and the leg hanging outside the window even started to dangle.

In the room downstairs, everyone who saw this dangerous scene couldn't help but sweat for Goro Akechi.

"Akechi, come down quickly!" Mouri Kogoro couldn't help but open the window. Ignoring the blood stains on the glass, he pushed open the window and looked up.

He was in the warehouse on the seventh floor, directly above the crime scene. When he was studying the floor plan, Akechi proposed the idea of ​​having a conversation in the room above.

So after realizing that he looked like he might fall from the building, the people in the room opened the window and looked up without even thinking about it.

What caught Mouri Kogoro's eyes was the dark muzzle of the gun in Akechi's hand, and a pair of deep eyes leaning over him.

"Clap" sound.

Mouri Kogoro covered his forehead and hissed.

A round white rubber ball bounced on his forehead and bounced into the house.

"This is..." Police Department Memu bent down to pick up the ball that rolled to his feet, "BB bullet?"

"Yes, this is the prop we used in today's show. I asked Ms. Nagai to get it for me." Tangze kept leaning forward, shook the gun in his hand, and then let go gently.

The model gun fell straight down, hit Mouri Kogoro, and also bounced into the house.

"This is how you completed the 'impossible crime', isn't it, Mr. Matsuo?" Karasawa turned his head and looked at Matsuo Takashi in the room, "Conan, how are you doing there? Did you find it?"

"Found it!" The camera cuts from Matsuo Takashi's stiff face to Conan, who is waving his hands towards the camera. "Are you looking for this, Akechi-san?"

The camera zoomed in on the direction of his finger, and the edge of the green belt could be seen in the picture, which was the sidewalk on the ground outside the TV station building.

On one of the bricks, a small crack can be clearly seen. In the center of the crack is a metal warhead that has been extruded and deformed.

"It's amazing, little detective." Not surprisingly, Tang Ze praised Conan's discovery without hesitation, "This is the evidence that can prove my reasoning. It was fired from the 7th floor and penetrated the head of the victim on the 4th floor. Finally, the fatal bullet hit the ground."

"So, the other bullet marks in the room are disguises deliberately created by the murderer in order to confuse the location of the shooting." Mouri Kogoro rubbed his forehead that was sore from the rubber bullet. He already understood his intention. He was just very confused. Not good at discovering and summarizing clues, easily pulling off conclusions.

However, after such an obvious chain of evidence was laid out, he also understood. He continued to play the role of a corpse dutifully and sat down at the angle of the window: "After shooting, he threw the gun into the fourth floor. The dead victim A person will lose strength and slowly slide down...slumped here, just like he was when he was found."

"That's right," Karasawa's eyes moved from the screen that was feeding back information about other cameras to Matsuo Takashi, who was sweating a little. "As for how you did it... I guess, it was the hand holding the deceased's hand when he died. It’s the reason for holding the phone. As long as you say on the phone like I am now, ‘I am in the warehouse on the 7th floor, I want to commit suicide,’ the deceased will open the window and look up in a hurry like Mr. Mori, trying to stop you. "

Matsuo Takashi couldn't help but tremble a little.

He clenched his fists and looked at Goro Akechi, who was sitting sideways by the window and looking at him coldly with disdain.

Tang Ze half-closed his eyes, covering his pupils to hide the flash of golden light in his eyes.

"You have no evidence, you are just making assumptions!" Matsuo Takashi felt a surge of anger in his heart. He clenched his fists and rushed forward in two steps, trying to push Goro Akechi out of the window.

Inviting this kid is an absolute failure!

If it weren't for him, if it wasn't for him -!

Karasawa couldn't tell whether he sighed with understanding or regret. Before Mizuno Reina reflexively knocked down the frantic Matsuo Takashi, he turned his palm, and a pistol slipped from his sleeve, and was picked up by him without hesitation. He raised it and pointed it at Matsuo Takashi.

Matsuo Takashi's intense emotions were interrupted by the muzzle of the gun directly opposite the door, making him unable to stretch out his hand that wanted to kill him.

"Be careful, Mr. Matsuo." Karasawa no longer maintained such a dangerous sitting posture, raised the gun in his hand steadily, and jumped down from the window frame to stand up straight, with the gun in his hand directly pressed against the opponent's face. On the door, "You are a shooter yourself, so you can probably tell - this is no joke model gun."

The cold muzzle of the gun on his forehead made Matsuo Takashi shiver involuntarily, and he could only tremble and repeat: "You have no evidence, you have no evidence -"

"Let me think about it." Tang Ze tilted his head, put his free finger on his temple, and made a distressed expression, "It's definitely not possible to test the smoke reaction. Since the plan is so tight, you must be prepared. A cover-up plan."

Matsuo Takashi, who had calmed down a lot, slowly took a step back, avoided contact with the gun, twitched the corner of his mouth, and did not respond.

"It shouldn't be an obstruction." Tang Ze continued talking to himself, "Since the recording of the variety show, except for the short clip when you rushed here to carry out the murder plan, you have never left my sight. Although your marksmanship Okay, but when killing someone, you need to hold your phone with one hand and shoot at the victim looking over his head with the other hand. The obstruction will cause too much trouble. The only possibility is that you wore gloves and changed your clothes...coincidentally , this warehouse is a prop warehouse belonging to a photo studio."

As he spoke, he did not put down the gun in his hand, but walked slowly backwards, stretched out his hand, and accurately grabbed the clothes that glowed faintly red in his sight: "——For example, this one happens to be the same style as the clothes you are wearing. suit? Guess, can the police find your sweat stains and gun smoke reaction from it?"

This is information that was not given in the original work, but Karasawa, who has the third eye, is originally a natural detective, fearless.

After gritting his teeth for a moment and looking at the suit hanging on the hanger in his hand, Matsuo Takashi's shoulders still slumped.

"...Ha, hahaha." Matsuo Takashi smiled bitterly, "So I told you that I shouldn't invite you over. Suwa Michihiko is an idiot."

"So it was Mr. Suwa's idea to invite me as a guest?" Tang Ze glanced at Reina Mizuna, who was standing aside with a look of surprise on her face, thought about it, and asked deliberately.

Since you are the one causing the trouble, it’s better not to increase the workload for your unlucky undercover colleagues.

The guy who is responsible for taking the blame is all cool. The more blame the better, so just throw it away.

"Yes, he is such a person who goes his own way. He changes the plan without authorization, adds or deletes the program process without authorization, let alone the guests, and often does not even inform us." Matsuo Takashi looked at the room full of surprised colleagues, and simply ignored him He confided, "This show was clearly planned by Suwa and I. In the end, he kidnapped me as the host and forced me to give up my right to speak as a producer. I have endured it. This show is my hard work." , working tirelessly every week to collect materials and write scripts... My entire career has been tied to this variety show, and in the end, he actually wanted to replace me!"