Choosing to be a scumbag in Conan

Life in the third year of high school is very busy. After opening your eyes and washing, you must immediately enter the learning mode.

Except for a relaxing break between classes and lunch breaks, the rest of the time is devoted to learning.

It wasn't until twelve o'clock in the evening that the learning mode ended and I had a comfortable sleep.

When Yoko Okino was busy, it was even more outrageous than the schedule of a senior high school student!

At least they can sleep from midnight to six in the morning.

Yoko Okino doesn't have a fixed sleep time at all, maybe four hours of sleep today will be two hours tomorrow.

Sometimes the shooting location is far away, so she can only rest on the transportation.

Rao Lin Yi shook his head when he saw such high-intensity work.

However, these itineraries are all chosen by Okino Yoko.

Obviously, she also knew that she couldn't keep on fire, so she wanted to take advantage of the fire, and desperately received the announcement to make more money.

"Let's go... Let's go to the neighborhood to eat something, and then come back to watch Miss Yoko's filming."

Mouri Kogoro said and walked outside.

Just walking out the door, I saw a staff member rushing over in a panic. After seeing Kogoro Mouri, he yelled as if he had seen a savior, "Detective Maori...something happened..., please tell me Come here."

Mouri Kogoro saw his panic and said, "You calm down first...what happened?"

The staff member bent over and supported his knees, panting, and said, "Suwa...Editor Suwa, was killed in the mixing room on the fourth floor!"

"What!" Mouri Kogoro was taken aback. He only came into contact with the other party not long ago. Why did he suddenly die?

Kogoro Mouri realized the seriousness of the matter and said, "Did you call the police?"

"The report... has called the police."

"The fourth floor, right? I'm going down now."

Mouri Kogoro rushed out without delay.

"gross profit……"

Before Lin Yi finished speaking, he saw Moori Kogoro rushing to the top of the stairs, holding on to the handrail, and jumping down in one breath. The person disappeared from sight in an instant.

"Hey……"

Lin Yi wondered if Maori Kogoro's memory was not good enough. Yoko Okino said when he came up, there is also an elevator on the ninth floor, but it is in the opposite direction.

Lin Yi didn't want to run, he checked his watch, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Coincidentally, Takashi Matsuo, like himself, walked towards the elevator in the opposite direction.

Chapter 180:

After entering the elevator, Lin Yi pressed down the fourth floor.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Lin Yi and Takashi Matsuo appeared in the elevator, no one else.

Although Lin Yi didn't turn his head, he could see Takashi Matsuo who was standing behind him turning his head and looking at himself through the elevator door.

Seeing his actions, it seemed like saying again, "Take out your reasoning ability in the studio just now, and grab me."

Lin Yi said, "Mr. Matsuo."

"Huh? What's wrong? Assistant Lin." Matsuo Takashi said.

"The Suwa editor... you heard that." Lin Yi lowered his voice, making Matsuo Takashi sound a vague oppressive dare.

"Um... when I went out, I heard what the mountain said."

Matsuo Takashi frowned. He didn't like Lin Yi's voice at the moment, as if it was like the criminal police interrogating prisoners in a Japanese drama.

"Mr. Matsuo, since you are in charge of hosting this detective-type show, you should not be too unfamiliar with the term murder, right?"

"Yeah...it is true." Matsuo doesn't know why. He has the feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake. He feels uncomfortable for some reason. He tries to grab the right to talk: "But if it is the scene of the murder, then I am See you for the first time..."

Lin Yi ignored the second half of his sentence. He continued: "Mr. Matsuo, do you know? FBI experts once published such a paper on murder, and he pointed out in the paper... 9% of the world's Ten murders are vendettas."

"In other words, whenever there is a murder case, once the police have determined that it is a murder case, they will immediately investigate in the direction of a vendetta... The first thing to suspect is a friend who had conflicts with him. Relatives, lovers and even colleagues."

The two words for colleague seemed to be needles, pierced fiercely on Matsuo Takashi's body, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Is that so?" Matsuo tried to calm himself down. He even tried to hide it with a smile, but he found that he really couldn't laugh.

He tentatively said: "Assistant Lin...you tell me this, are you suspicious of me?"

"Well, I heard some gossip from other staff members, saying that you and Editor Suwa had some conflicts recently."

Lin Yi slowly turned his head and glanced at Takashi Matsuo: "So later, Mr. Mori and I will investigate your body. You have to be psychologically prepared..."

"Of course there is no problem." Matsuo Takashi smiled: "I will definitely cooperate with the police investigation."

"Really? That's good..." Lin Yi retracted his gaze, and said another sentence: "I still remember... when you came back from the bathroom halfway through the rest, you were sweating profusely."

When the words got here, the elevator door opened with a ding.

Lin Yi ignored Takashi Matsuo's expression and left the elevator door straight away.

Looking at Lin Yi's back, Matsuo Takashi bit his lip unconsciously. If someone touched his back, he would definitely find that he was sweating a lot, as if he had just returned to the studio.

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After Lin Yi came to the scene of the murder, Kogoro Mouri had not yet run down.

He checked his watch and noted the time.

To show his identity and squeeze away to see the lively melon-eating crowd, Lin Yi glanced at the body of Editor Suwa in the mixing room, and he was simply dead.

A shot hit the head, and it was cold on the spot, too late to make any sound, but it was useless if he could make a sound.

This is the mixing room, and the soundproofing effect is of course needless to say. Even if his throat is broken, people outside may not be able to hear it.

Blood splashed out of his head, like a balloon filled with water, pierced with a needle, and spilled everywhere.

To be honest, Lin Yi did not feel much sympathy for the death of this Suwa editor.

Because this person should have died.

The program produced by the two people is good for you. I will be the host.