The Savior of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

【I see! 】

【I understand!That's how the murderer kills! 】

Among the onlookers, Conan Edogawa, who had been in a dead end all the time, saw a flash of lightning descending on the back of his head, and his thoughts suddenly became clear!

【That guy............ unexpectedly thought of this within 5 minutes......】

After putting together the last piece of the puzzle needed to solve the case, Conan looked at Atsuto Yamashita with a little surprise.

This policeman has a crime-solving mind, which he has long known.

But the case was solved within 5 minutes......

"Brother Yamashita, do you mean that there is evidence of his murder in this phone?!"

Mu Mu Shisan, who had just set up the stage with the majesty of the police department, his eyes lit up, and subconsciously began to become a fan.

"Yes."

Yamashita Atsuto nodded, his calm gaze made Takashi Matsuo panic: "Police, did Mr. Matsuo say whether he knew the phone number of the deceased Suwa Michihiko?"

"No, I asked him just now, and he didn't know." Mu Mushisan shook his head, Matsuo Takashi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he already understood where he was wrong.

"Really, then, it's really strange."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Atsuto Yamashita walked up to Takashi Matsuo, pressed the replay button with a smirk.

Ring Ring Ring!

The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone caught everyone's attention!

"This is?!" Mu Mu Thirteen hurriedly turned around, looking at the mobile phone that was kept in a sealed bag as a relic of the deceased.

"When the phone is not turned off, press the phone redial button on it and the phone will automatically call the last dialed number."

"Mr. Matsuo, the cell phone of the deceased Suwa Michihiko is ringing now, what do you want to say?"

"Oh, right."

"I went to the backstage of your program group to confirm. At that time, you lent this phone to the detective Mr. Mori Kogoro and dialed a number on the program, right?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, Mr. Mori Kogoro, where is Mr. Mori Kogoro?"

Atsuto Yamashita, who asked and answered by himself, did not give Takashi Matsuo a chance to speak at all, and dragged the witness Mori Kogoro into the live broadcast camera.

"Yes, I can testify. Not only me, but everyone who watched this episode can testify."

The uncle Mori Kogoro, with a serious and serious expression, looks quite attractive to rich women.

"Michihiko Suwa was found dead as soon as the show ended. In other words, no one will call Mr. Suwa with your phone number after the show, because everyone knows he is dead."

"But why did your phone automatically redial to the number of the deceased?"

"I--"

"Because you wanted to kill him, you tricked him out by phone."

"You're smart, but you forgot one thing, and that's those unnecessary bullet holes in the wall of the dead man's room."

Yamashita Atsuto pressed on step by step, his firm tone blocked all possibility of Matsuo Takashi's defense, and his sharp eyes made him feel ashamed: "You want to create an illusion that the murderer shot the killer from the front, so you stay ahead of time." I made those bullet holes, but as everyone knows, there is a difference between bullet holes and bullet holes.”

Takashi Matsuo's face turned pale as he retreated step by step, the already fragile psychological defense collapsed under the heavy pressure from Atsuto Yamashita: "I didn't want to kill him, I didn't want to!"

The roar that came out of his mouth was accompanied by tears from the corners of his eyes and reflected into thousands of households. Takashi Matsuo's facial features were twisted together because of the ferocity.

"If he didn't insist on changing me as the host, how could I kill him!"

"This show is obviously brought up by me..."

"That's not the reason for you to kill, scum." Atsuto Yamashita threw down the cigarette butt between his fingers, stomped it out with his foot, and his face was as cold as frost.

To kill is to kill.

If you have the ability to kill, you must have the ability to recognize it. Then the people at the foot of the mountain still respect you as a man, crying and saying that you don't want to kill or don't want to kill, you have a hole in your head.

Looking at Takashi Matsuo who was taken away by the police with disgust, Atsuto Yamashita was going to go home from work and go to a spa to recuperate his mood.

It should be too late to go now.

"Wait a minute, wait a moment, Yamashita-kun."

Behind Atsuto Yamashita who had left the studio, Miwako Sato chased after him panting.

"Senior Sato?"

"I still don't understand how the murderer killed the person. Although the phone call can be used as evidence, what about his modus operandi?"

"Also, the explanation of the bullet hole is too forced."

Miwako Sato, who frowned tightly, asked out the doubts in her heart.

In the studio just now, everyone was immersed in the mood of Takashi Matsuo admitting the murder, but she was the only one who felt something was wrong.

From the beginning to the end, Atsuto Yamashita never mentioned the murderer's modus operandi, but only relied on a redialed phone call that can be regarded as one of the favorable evidences and a very far-fetched bullet hole to make the mentality collapse. Takashi Matsuo pleaded guilty.

"This, I don't know, but it should be clear after the transcript is finished."

Atsuto Yamashita was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he spread his hands with a smile, but the answer he gave surprised Miwako Sato: "???"