Conan's Mori Kogoro

"And Mr. Wu Mu who was the first to enter died in the treasure chest unexplainably. Obviously, the murderer is among you."

Kogoro Mori picked up an apple from the treasure chest, threw it up and caught it gently.

Every time he received it securely, but his sharp eyes were staring at the three suspects called by the police in front.

With this look, the hearts of countless girls in the audience were beating.

They stared obsessively at Mouri Kogoro's profile, wishing that the one being scrutinized was themselves.Upon seeing this, the director below quietly asked the photographer to turn on the camera and start capturing the reasoning picture.

The producer seemed to be deterred by the detective’s aura. He couldn’t help picking up a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and quickly defended: “Maori detective, after all, I’m the producer of this show. Of course, I have to make sure that the fruit treasure chest is locked. Just go inside and take a look, this is normal!"

"It takes more than twenty minutes to look at it?"

"Hehe, the warehouse is a bit big, there are too many clutter, it is not so easy to find, Maori detective, what are you doing in this battle, so many people are not very good, let's find a room to handle the case?"

"This is an insecure producer, you worry about it."

Then he turned his head to look at Jiang Gudu: "Say, Mr. Jiang Gu, you are a small staff member, why are you going into the warehouse if you have nothing to do?"

Jiang Gudu glanced at his boss Taruoka in embarrassment, and then explained: "I went in and smoked. The TV station does not allow smoking, but the warehouse does not allow it either."

"But I know there is usually no one going there, so just run there and hide for a while, which is considered lazy."

"I didn't kill anyone, you believe me, Maori detective!"

And the gourmet Kasuga Terafumi beside him couldn't help but open his mouth and said: "Mori detective, isn't this clear, it must be the producer Mr. Taroka."

"Here, Mr. Taroka keeps the second key. No one except him can open the treasure chest and stuff Mr. Takeki in."

The big fat producer suddenly became anxious, and his handkerchief wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I am wronged, I am wronged, the conscience of heaven and earth, I have kept the key of this wallet lock in the safe of the bank. I definitely did not kill it."

"Maori detective, you must be the master for me!"

The producer's legs weakened, and he couldn't stand still, and couldn't help but ask Mouri Kogoro for help.

When the audience heard this, they nodded, thinking that the murderer was probably the producer.

"This producer doesn't look like a good person."

"I've seen him quarrel with Mr. Wu Mu before, and there has long been a conflict. I don't feel strange that he did it."

Kogoro Mouri chuckled lightly: "What about you, Mr. Kasuga, why are you going to the warehouse so late?"

The gourmet didn't dare to look at Kogoro Moori, and turned his head: "I'm worried. Mr. Takeki said he wanted to catch the leaker and ask me to come to the TV station, but he broke contact behind him."

"I couldn't find him on the TV station. When I looked for it, I found the warehouse. I thought he was guarding the treasure chest in the warehouse. Who knew he still couldn't find it."

"I couldn't think that he was cruelly stuffed into the box by the murderer. The thought of him being stuffed in the dark box made me feel heartache."

"Mr. Takeki and I have been good friends for many years, police officer, hurry up and bring this murderer to justice."

Speaking of this, Kasuga Terabu also squeezed a few tears into his eyes, pointing to the producer and calling the police to arrest people, while Officer Megome had a hesitant expression on his face.

Producer Toruoka Riehin was a little bit exhausted, thinking that if he were caught, he would be ruined for the rest of his life.

He suddenly remembered something, and a bright light appeared in his eyes: "I am not a murderer. Don't wrong me."

"I remember, the bank is monitored. I went to the bank today to take out the key with the manager's company. I didn't take the key at all last night and couldn't open the box. You slandered the wrong person."

Taruoka Ryoi couldn't help but laughed, and the taste of life from this desperate situation was really fun.

But in this way, none of the three of them could open the lock, and the case was back to its original point.

At this moment, Kogoro Moori caught the apple and glanced at the three contemptuously: "If I ask a question, you should answer honestly. Why do you spend so much talk? There are so many dramas!"

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Hearing this, the three people's expressions were stunned, and they didn't dare to be more demon.

At this time, the Chiba police officer rushed over and whispered to Moori Kogoro a few times after taking the stage, and a smile appeared at the corner of Moori Kogoro's mouth.

He turned his head to look at Jian Qixiu, and asked, "Mr. Jianqi, do you remember your fixed lines when you opened the treasure chest?"

Jian Qixiu nodded in a daze, and said: "This overflowing fruit will eventually turn into a gluttonous feast."

Kogoro Mouri chuckled lightly: "Then come and see, is this box of fruit overflowing?"

Jian Qixiu turned around and went to the box, and carefully glanced at the fruit in the box.

Instead of reaching the overflowing visual effect, it's slightly recessed inward.

Jian Qixiu shook his head: "It feels much less than before."

And the foodie Kasuga Temple who was responsible for installing these apples looked at the box, and said in surprise: "What's the matter, why are there so many fewer apples here than when I installed them at home?"

"Do you still need to ask? Of course it was all eaten by the murderer."

Kogoro Mori gently threw the apple in his hand back into the box.

"Because you want to hide the corpse in the box, it will naturally take up a lot of space. The replaced apples have no place to hide in the warehouse, and you can only choose to eat them all."

"It just happened that there was a juicer in the warehouse, and the murderer smashed these fruits into juice and drank them all into the stomach."

"But what you don't know is that the seeds of this Australian specialty apple contain extremely high levels of hydrocyanic acid, hundreds of times that of ordinary apples."

"For popular science, it only takes more than two grams of hydrocyanic acid to cause shock and death, and more than a dozen apples are eaten together, and the content inside is properly exceeded."

Upon hearing this, one of the three suspects instantly turned blue.

Kogoro Moori pointed his hand directly at him: "Mr. Yutani, you are the murderer of this incident."

"From the moment I saw you, I found that your face was terribly pale and hiccups. These are all signs of hydrocyanic acid poisoning."

A look of horror appeared in Jiang Gudu's eyes instantly, pinching his neck and shouting: "I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Having said this, he found a washbasin in the on-site kitchen and scratched his throat directly.

vomit!!!

The nausea sounded continuously, sour gas came out, and the audience below turned their faces sideways.

And Kogoro Mori chuckled lightly: "In this way, the evidence will be there. After he finishes vomiting, collect his vomit and compare it with this Australian specialty apple. I believe it will be matched soon. After all, this is very rare. Fruit."

Officer Mumu couldn't help asking, "Do you want to call an ambulance and take him to the hospital for gastric lavage?"

Maori Kogoro chuckled and shook his head: "No, I lied to him just now. He just kept hiccups after eating too much apples and causing too much stomach acid."