Conan's Mori Kogoro

"Excuse me, Mr. Sato, there was an accident in this live broadcast, and the kick-off match should not be possible. Please help me apologize to Her Royal Highness."

Butler Sato gently stroked his ears at this time, and everyone seemed to be talking to them.

Manager Sato finally finished speaking, and turned his head and looked at Takeichi Miyamoto coldly: "The princess said, you who deceive the royal family, you know the consequences."

After that, the manager Sato ignored anyone and turned away.

Takeshi Miyamoto's expression changed and it was extremely ugly. He glanced at the calm Moori Kogoro in front of him: "Okay, since you want to see Matsuo's plan, let you see it."

"Deputy President, cut the live broadcast of this detective to the live broadcast of our Golden Music Festival. I want to see what terrifying secret this little-known detective has to reveal for us." Miyamoto Wu made a decision, and the vice president at the side quickly followed suit.

The old guy slowly left with a cane: Since you are stubborn, don't blame me for ruining you. It is worth taking you to dispel the princess's anger.

Seeing this inexplicable change, Maori couldn't help but ecstatic. He was worrying about how to complete the second task, Fame Kyoto. He didn't expect to doze off and sent him a pillow. He didn't know how to thank the housekeeper just now.

Officer Mumu looked at Kogoro Mouri and frowned. He knew who the butler Sato was just now and who was behind him. Today, as long as Kogoro Mouri makes any mistakes, the person who greets him is in a state of unrest. .

In the Golden Live Room on the eleventh floor, Girls’ Generation had already performed five songs. Suddenly the music stopped, and a picture of Kogoro Mouri appeared on the huge screen on the stage, which immediately spread out and revealed On the TV screens of millions of households, on the huge screens of shopping malls everywhere.

"Nani?"

Thousands of thousands of viewers looked surprised. They were enjoying the dance of Girls’ Generation. They did not expect to instantly become a handsome middle-aged uncle. They knew that there had been an accident at the Golden Music Festival, but they did not expect an accident. It happened again.

At this time, Miyamoto Takeichi’s old voice came through the microphone: "Everyone watching Kyoto TV, I am the president of the TV station. I apologize to you on behalf of the TV station. There was an accident in today’s live broadcast. Mr. Quan Zhilong, the singer who was originally scheduled to play in the final competition, died in the mixing room on the third floor of our TV station. Now, the name in front of you is Kogoro Mouri. He said he understood the truth. Next Leave the time to him."

When I said this, there was an uproar. The most popular music show in the country had a deadly incident. This is a big event.

The paparazzi reporters hurriedly drove toward the TV station one by one, and the viewers locked in on the Kyoto TV station and concentrated on it.

People shopping in various high-end shopping malls and squares stopped after seeing this scene, and even their taxis did not leave.

This is the first time in history that the reasoning is broadcast live.

All of Quan Zhilong's fans couldn't believe it. They knew that Quan Zhilong's corpse had been cut out on TV, and they had died so tragically that they discovered that it was true.

Girls’ Generation on the stage panicked one by one, watching this scene do not know what to do, and soon, in the direction of the backstage screen, Matsuo Takashi sighed, the time that should come will come, he stepped on the stage, let Girls’ Generation first Leave and deal with this unexpected accident by yourself.

Kogoro Mouri took the microphone and said, "During the live broadcast of the Golden Music Festival today, at 8 o'clock tonight, the well-known artist Zhilong was shot in the airtight mixing room on the third floor. Burst to death."

"What is surprising is that there is only one key in that mixing room. The only key is the tuner Michihiko Suwa in the mixing room. But Michihiko Suwa stayed on the 11th floor tonight. In the live broadcast hall, only left the live broadcast hall after nine o'clock, and the key was always on him, so this is an impossible case."

Kogoro Mouri has an excellent language talent, and he can only start thinking in a few words.

"After my investigation, the murderer of this murder case was on the scene of the Golden Music Festival." Hearing this, the live broadcast hall immediately began a commotion.

"Yes, it's the person standing in the middle of the stage at this moment, Mr. Takashi Matsuo, the murderer is you."

When I said this, the audience present and the audience watching this program across the country were in an uproar. Although Takashi Matsuo is known as the well-known figure that Neon wanted to beat the most, everyone could not believe that such a person committed murder.

This is a familiar face. Every night he can see him delaying the announcement of rankings, but suddenly he becomes a murderer, everyone shouting that it is impossible.

"Mr. Maori, are you joking? I have been hosting the show in the live broadcast room tonight, and I kept reporting on the scene. My voice is heard by audiences across the country, and everyone can prove it for me."

The two sides are in a state of joint audio. The editor operates the machine very fast, and the two scenes are immediately cut out and pieced together. Kogoro Mouri and Takashi Matsuo are fighting each other.

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"Yes, Matsuo planning has indeed been in the background to control today's live broadcast, even I have seen it, except for the commercial break at 8 o'clock, Mr. Matsuo has been there all the time." Kogoro Mouri's eyes were sharp.

Takashi Matsuo began to sweat behind his back: "Is Mr. Mori joking? Didn’t I have already explained that I was just going to the toilet at that time, besides, the advertising time is only five minutes, the elevator is broken, we ran down together Yes, the time is far more than five minutes."

The editor’s technique was extremely fast, and he quickly cut out the time required for the Takagi test to run from the 11th floor to the 3rd floor in the screen. It must be at least seven or eight minutes back and forth.

Takagi jumped up excitedly seeing this scene on the side: "I'm on TV, I'm on TV."

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

“It’s naturally not enough time to go from the 11th floor to the 3rd floor mixing room, but if you go to the 9th floor grocery room, then the time is naturally more than enough, Mr. Matsuo, yes, you are familiar with the room behind me, this is The scene of your crime."

As soon as the camera turned, the grocery room was revealed, and Takashi Matsuo's pupils shrank and spoke no more.

Kogoro Moori directed the camera and asked him to look out of the window to take the shot. From the window, he saw the large blood-stained window on the third floor.

When Conan saw this scene, he immediately knew that Maori's reasoning was correct, and he suddenly felt like a frustrated ball, with no energy.

The walls outside the two houses just happened to be in the shadows. If you don't pay attention, no one will find anything unusual in this place.

Kogoro Mouri played with the props, ropes, and pulleys in the grocery room. Not long after, he fiddled with a labor-saving pulley block next to the large window and set it on the window. Then he used a dummy that was about the same weight as Quan Zhilong with pressure. Tied to the top, it slowly slipped 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 took leave yesterday and today, so this murder plan was born. You were leaving work the day before yesterday. I went to the mixing room on the third floor, pretending to talk about work with Mr. Suwa, secretly opened the only window in the mixing room, and then left work with Mr. Suwa."

Suwa Michihiko was shocked when he heard this: "It's true, how did the Maori detective know."

The picture was cut out, and the audience began to shake. The singers in the candidate hall also looked attentively, and the Suzuki sisters and Yukiho Tangzawa in the VIP box looked at Kogoro Mouri intently.

Yuanzi looked at it for a long time before recognizing it: "Wow, sister, sister, the uncle of this live broadcast is Xiaolan's dad, I almost can't recognize it, how come you have become so handsome, Xiaolan is really loyal, dad Don’t tell me about being so handsome."

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

Butler Sato bent over respectfully.

"Then you are alone and prepare the setup I just assembled. The grocery room on the ninth floor just happened to be discarded from the props room and has everything needed."

"Time comes to today’s golden music festival. At that time, Matsuo planned to keep looking at his mobile phone and watch. Then, in the only space during the live broadcast, during the five-minute advertising time, Mr. Matsuo Takashi came to this nine-story abandoned grocery store to ambush. So, let’s use a mobile phone to let the kicking hall singer Quan Zhilong to attend the appointment. The reason is that he won’t let the tuner do the tuning if he doesn’t come, and give Quan Zhilong a round trip directly. Quan Zhilong will naturally follow the time. Go to the appointment."

Matsuo Takashi on the stage was already sweating, but he still managed to hold on and said, "All this is Mr. Mori's conjecture."

Kogoro Mouri ignored him at all. For such a stubborn murderer, only reasoning and evidence can make him confess guilt.

"As soon as Quan Zhilong entered this room, he was hit on the head by Matsuo who was ambushing behind the door, and was directly knocked out. Then Mr. Matsuo Takashi tied Mr. Quan Zhilong as I just demonstrated. Get on Via, and slowly put it down with this labor-saving pulley, just right on the large window that opened below."

"Planner Matsuo holds a pistol in his hand and points it at the direction where Quan Zhilong's head was just hit by a stick. A shot, bangs, and his head blossoms. Plan Matsuo presses the button again like this to take back the semi-automatic Via. Quan Mr. Zhilong slipped into the mixing room on the third floor, forming a secret room murder case."

Kogoro Mouri threw the dummy into the three-story mixing room, then put away the presentation tools, took them apart, and then looked at his watch: "It took less than three minutes to solve it. It really is clever. "

"May Matsuo plan you to be too confident, right? You are printing lyrics and designing GD to take drugs, put drugs in his mouth, want to create hallucinations and then commit suicide with a gun? But your biggest mistake Regarding the drug use, I also found the exact same drug powder on the ninth floor before confirming it was the real crime scene."

Matsuo Takashi's voice changed: "Nonsense, maybe the drugs were left behind when someone sneaked in and took drugs inside. It's not evidence at all. You said it was shot on the ninth floor and killed on the ninth floor. You have no evidence to prove that I committed a crime, what a bullshit detective." Matsuo Takashi has jumped the wall in a hurry.

Kogoro Mouri had an angry look on his face: "Mr. Matsuo Takashi, maybe you don't know that the direction of blood splashing and bullet holes are different for guns fired from top to bottom and guns fired by suicide. It is really suicide or suicide outside the door. It is absolutely impossible to leave blood on the wall outside the TV station, let alone leave a bullet hole mark on the ground on the first floor." Maori held the photo in his hand and showed it to everyone.

Takagi quickly climbed out with a flashlight to take a look. As expected, there were blood stains on the outer wall of the third floor, and the audience was in an uproar.

"More importantly, I didn’t find Quan Zhilong’s cell 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 your body."