Conan Super Detective

"Mumu, how is the situation?" At this time, Dongma came up Shishiran, asking as if he was unprepared for this matter just like the onlookers around him.

"Management officer, I didn't expect you to be here, but that would be great. I thought you were on strike again today." Mumu overjoyed.

You know, this is a memorial service for a well-known film director. The scene is almost full of celebrities and big figures from all walks of life. If such a thing happens, the Metropolitan Police Department will inevitably be under infinite pressure, and the biggest one is naturally the person in charge of his scene.

After all, who made him the hope of the Metropolitan Police Department, the subordinate of the gods and the devil?The expectations facing him above are much greater than those of other police departments.

Of course, in other words, the requirements are much stricter.

Obviously, because Dongma is not in the office, the people above have already put a lot of pressure on him this time.

But even though he thought so, Dongma didn't feel sorry at all. Anyway, he could only solve the case by himself. Hopefully, it is better to expect Conan to discover something.

So, after a simple questioning, Mugure asked Hakata who was closest to the victim.

"So, when the art lamp fell just now, was the person closest to Senator Tunkou?"

"So at the time of the incident, did you find any suspicious people?"

Hakata said with a flustered face, "I didn't have the mind to pay attention to this kind of thing. I was almost crushed just now-under the art lamp. Look for yourself, the glass shards of the art lamp made my suit look like this. !"

Then Dongma asked Chrissy. Chrissy replied in English: "I didn't see any suspicious characters."

When asked about Tarumi, he said: "This is an accident, an accident! It must be because the ring of the art lamp has fallen into disrepair. This time it just happened to hang on that politician's head. I don't think there is any reason to hold us. Stay in this annoying venue where people are killed."

Fangshan Road, "Police officer, you said someone called the police just now, who is this person? Before you ask us, should we introduce the reporter in detail? Maybe the person who reported the crime is the murderer. !"

Mumu snorted, "Impossible, no matter how you say it, that one cannot be the murderer, and 680 and I will not tell you who it is. This is the most basic protection for intelligence providers...but you Just said that, as if you knew the murderer?"

Rushan hurriedly said, "I don't mean that anymore, police officer!"

Maicang said, "Maybe it was a prank. Senator Tunkou has long been disgusted by people because of the bribery lawsuit."

Three bottles agreed, "Yes, it's just a prank! It just happened to collide with this accident. This is a natural punishment! People really can't do bad things!"

Three bottles holding spoons and still eating the food on the plate, Tarumi saw that he immediately sneered and said mercilessly: "They are all dead, and you can still eat something. I don't know if you usually live in this kind of corpse. Eat next to you!"

Three bottles snorted, "Shut up if the young man has no guts!"

As soon as the words were finished, the three bottles bit into a strange object and immediately spit it out. The object fell on the ground and made a metal-like sound.

Three bottles were very angry, "Call me the chef!"

Chris covered her mouth and chuckled, "Sure enough, people can't do bad things!"

The bright smile made Dongma's eyes shine brightly.

Chapter 0141 The memorial service in the snow (five)

Conan sneaked under the table and took the metal object with a handkerchief.

"How could it fall on the plate?"

"What is it?" Through the microphone, Dongma's voice came from the badge of the Youth Detectives.

"It's a metal fragment of a fine art pendant lamp." Conan replied.

"So, Conan, what else can I find?"

"There is also a purple handkerchief..."

"In this way, at least the range can be locked." Dongma said so, and then let Mumu leave a few people.

Minami Nanjo, Naoya Tarumi, Yasuo Sanbo, Chris Wynyard, Yoshihiro Miyoshi, Kenzo Masan, and Naomi Maikura as the host.

"Why stay, they?" Mumu asked suspiciously.

"Because I found this at the scene..." Dongma took out the purple handkerchief that had been put in the identification bag.

"If you check it, there should be a smoke reaction on it," Dongma said.

"Then, as long as you find that there is no one without a handkerchief, you can determine who the prisoner is!"

Mumu was overjoyed when he heard this, but then reality gave him a blow.

This world, but the world of Conan, the pupil of Reaper, how could it be so simple to let you find the prisoner?

So in the end, the seven seem to have their own purple handkerchiefs.

"Can you Metropolitan Police Department do it?" Nanjo said with a disdainful expression.

Mumu could only not speak awkwardly, and continued to inquire about the situation of the seven according to the procedure.

At the same time, other guests were naturally released.

Those who went out naturally collided with the reporters gathered outside the door. Although there was no accident, it still made the scene chaotic.

As for the only consequence of the chaos, Xiaowei is gone.

To be precise, it should have been kidnapped.

"So, now we can confirm that the prisoner is the one who disappeared for a while..."

Dongma still said calmly.

"But, we don't have any evidence? And, don't know where he got Huihara."

Conan had already returned to the car at this time and was protected by Miwako.

"Then hurry up and contact her with your detective team badge. I want to get that guy up quickly and ask something out by the way."

"Do you already know the murderer?!" Conan was shocked.

"It's almost there. You may not have noticed that the metal fragment you gave me is coated with fluorescent material..."

Hearing that Conan suddenly, as long as this way, Pisco can find the target in the dark.

You don't need to be separated from a heavy crowd to accurately hit your target.

Because Tunkou must be the organizer, at least the high-end personnel who are being developed in the periphery.

As the core of Pisco, it is very simple to let Tunkou go to the place he designed in advance.

"So as long as Pisco interrupts the chandelier, he can successfully complete the goal." Dongma asked.

"But he has a purple handkerchief?" Conan asked.

"Obviously, there is a member of another organization here, which should be here to respond to Pisco." Dongma said, and at the same time there was a vague object of suspicion in his heart.