Conan's Mori Kogoro

GD's body was dragged away by the people from the Metropolitan Police Department. Kogoro Moori opened the window and looked up. This dilapidated building also has the same window on the ninth floor.

At this time, police officer Mumu looked at the lyrics of the Christmas Eve and said: "Brother Maori, how do I feel that Quan Zhilong seems to have committed suicide? You see, he wrote that he was taking drugs and shooting. Wouldn't he be a big drug addict and then shoot himself after hallucinations?"

Officer Megome's reasoning was still useless as before, and Kogoro Mouri asked, "Then officer, how do you explain the secret room?"

"Oh, this, this." Officer Megome scratched his hat, unable to explain.

0019-The Swordsman

A panicked young police officer ran in.

"Takagi, why are you running in such a hurry?"

Is this guy Takagi? He looks a lot like anime, bluffing.

"Sergeant Mumu, the time of death has come out. It should be around 8 o'clock tonight, which was the live time of the Golden Music Festival."

Michihiko Suwa and Takashi Matsuo immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Suwa Michihiko quickly said: "In this case, we shouldn't have time to commit the crime, but there are many people in the live broadcast room to prove it for us."

Conan the little devil hurriedly said: "But eight o'clock seems to be when the commercial is being broadcast during the live broadcast. At that time, I couldn't find Mr. Matsuo no matter how I looked."

Takashi Matsuo wiped his sweat with a sweat towel, hehe smiled: "Kid, uncle, but go to the bathroom, besides, these five-minute ads are not enough. I ran down from the 11th floor and committed a crime and then went back. And uncle, I don’t have the key. ."

Mumu's eyes widened, and Takagi could only sigh and experiment. Sure enough, it took at least eight minutes to run back and forth in the TV station.

At this time, a man in sixties appeared on the scene. He was Takeichi Miyamoto, the president of Kyoto TV. He looked extremely powerful. As soon as he came up, he cursed at Matsuo Takashi, "Useless things," With so many things happening, are you trying to ruin our TV station?"

Matsuo Takashi looked terrified: "Mr. Miyamoto, please forgive me."

"You also know that there are big people watching today's show, and there was such a mistake. Now let me go up and continue our live broadcast. Let me take care of the things here."

After getting rid of the suspicion for a while, Takashi Matsuo said to Officer Megume, "Excuse me, Officer Megume, now I have to go back to host the Golden Music Festival, so I won't be accompanied."

Officer Mumu could only watch him leave.

Mouri Kogoro opened the window and saw that there was a large window at the same location on the ninth floor upstairs, right above Quan Zhilong's body.

"Mr. Suwa Michihiko, I want to know where is the nineth floor upstairs?"

Suwa Michihiko thought for a moment, and said, "That should be the grocery room of our TV station. It used to be the prop room, but it gradually became deserted."

Kogoro Mori ran directly to the ninth floor, followed by Conan the little devil.

Conan's face showed a sense of excitement. Such a sense of urgency is really rare, Uncle Maori, it turns out that you are hiding so deep, and I'm one step faster. Wait, I must find out the truth faster than you.

The two ran extremely fast, and soon came to the grocery room on the ninth floor. The door of the grocery room was not closed and there were a lot of clutter. Maori quickly saw what he was looking for, and his reasoning became clearer. .

He looked at Conan who was following him, and now he had to pretend to be unknowing: "Little devil, what are you doing with me? Is this where you should be?"

"Uncle, I want to see how you solved the case."

Mouri Kogoro glanced at the things in the grocery room, and then ran down the stairs immediately to the first floor.

Before Conan found any useful clues, he watched Mouri Kogoro leave, feeling very anxious. He remembered everything in the grocery room with his instant memory, and then hurriedly followed Mouri to run down, but his short legs were too fast. Slowly, when he arrived, only Mouri Kogoro was seen from behind.

At this time, Kogoro Mori was talking to the system.

Little V said: "There is only one chance to submit the reasoning process, are you sure to submit the reasoning process?"

"determine."

"Okay, after the event is over, you will be notified of the success or failure of the mission."

Kogoro Mouri didn't hide his frustration. As expected, there were no loopholes in the system. There was no way to submit a judgment to determine whether his reasoning was correct, but it didn't matter. Kogoro Mouri had enough confidence in his reasoning.

Conan was outside the TV station, looking at the two large windows above, and then saw a bullet hole on the ground. All the clues were connected in series. His head flashed. It turned out that this is the case. He hurriedly chased in the direction of Kogoro Maori.

Maori walked briskly back to the crime scene on the third floor, and everyone present was helpless.

"President Miyamoto, I think I already know the truth, but I still have to get the help of the president."

Officer Mumu on the side was overjoyed: "Brother Maori, do you know the real murderer in this secret room murder case? Hurry up."

Takeshi Miyamoto squinted his eyes: "Since this police officer trusts you so much, please let me know. However, if you let me know that you deliberately damaged the reputation of our TV station, I believe you will know the consequences. I can let you You can’t get a job in Kyoto."

Kogoro Mouri couldn't help but sneered: "In my opinion, your TV station's reputation has long since disappeared, so why not talk about it."

Takeshi Miyamoto was furious, and his hair and beards stretched: "What a slick detective."

However, the old guy still cooperated very well, letting the vice president on the side arrange it according to the instructions of Kogoro Moori.

Behind him, Yoko Okino, Boa, and Lee Hyo-ri couldn't help but admire such Kogoro's appearance. You must know that Takeichi Miyamoto, who has run Kyoto TV for 40 years, is definitely a big man, and he can decide the artist casually. Life and death, mastering Kyoto's mouthpiece, is extremely powerful, that is, Yoko and others dare not disobey him easily, unexpectedly Moori Kogoro would fight with him.

Yoko Okino couldn't help being blurred by star eyes, and such Kogoro exuded a different kind of charm.

And Conan, who had worked so hard to climb up again, was so tired that he didn’t understand what was happening, so he was pulled by Xiaolan: "Conan, you are too naughty to run around, dad do it. I've reasoned, you just stay with me."

Conan suddenly felt anxious and kept struggling. How could it be? How could Uncle Scrap solve this case faster than me? His reasoning must be wrong. I also worked hard to prepare an anesthetic needle and let me shoot him.

How could Conan earn Xiaolan's weird power, and after finally urinating and trying to climb to the ninth floor, he saw Moori Kogoro on the TV that the staff had moved.

Kogoro Mouri spoke elegantly: "Let me reveal for you the answer to this secret room murder case. But before that, let us invite the murderer of this crime to the scene, and go to Taka Matsuo. Mr. Shi, please come."

Item 0020

Takeichi Miyamoto on the side was furious: "You despicable villain dare to slander the gold medal plan of our Kyoto TV station. You are simply tired of life. How could Matsuo plan the murderer in this case? Tell me who instigated it. You did this."

The old guy waved his cane and wanted to come up to hit Kogoro Mori, but he was blocked by Mori's hand. With a casual push, the old guy couldn't stop backing.

Maori adjusted the sleeves: "Only the truth can tell Maori Kogoro."

The words were broadcast on TV, and the eyes of Boa and Yoko Okino immediately turned into star eyes.

Takeichi Miyamoto didn't believe that Takashi Matsuo was the murderer at all. Besides, it was the live broadcast time of the show. He was naturally unwilling to let Takashi Matsuo come down. Officer Megure spoke from the side: "Please also President Miyamoto's cooperation.

The old guy stubbornly stubbornly leaned on a cane, and ignored Mumu's words.

At this moment, a middle-aged guy wearing a black suit and looking like a servant appeared. When Miyamoto saw this man, he became very respectful.

"Butler Sato, why are you down?"

Butler Sato's face was indifferent: "What's the matter, your Royal Highness has been waiting for more than half an hour, why haven't you seen the kicker, President Miyamoto, eh?"

As soon as he said this, a cold sweat broke out on Miyamoto's head.