I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Don't go, don't talk so full!"

Guangyou walked out of the room with a book in his hands, and said to everyone, "Uncle's reasoning just now is actually what the prisoner wants him to say."

Everyone was puzzled, and Uncle Maori was even more puzzled: "Guangyou, what are you talking about? What does the prisoner want me to say?"

Guangyou walked to the sofa slowly, flipping through the book gently, and said, "Please sit down first, the two police officers and Mr. Nakamoto. You have plenty of time and don't worry. Uncle Maori has something to say to everyone. "

Officer Mumu turned his head to look at Uncle Maori in confusion: "Brother Maori, what do you want to say?"

Uncle Maori now has a question mark on his face: "What are you talking about, why don't I know what I should say, what are you talking about Guangyou?"

At this time, Guangyou buckled the opened book on the table, walked to Uncle Maori, and said something in his ear.

The look on Uncle Maori's face was at first doubtful, then turned into surprise again after a second, then turned into doubt again after a while, and finally nodded with a firm look.

He turned his head to look at Guangyou: "Guangyou, are you sure?"

After receiving Kwangyou's affirmation, Uncle Maori looked as usual and said, "Mr. Nakamoto, the reasoning I just said should be what you want me to say?"

Officer Mumu felt that something was wrong: "Brother Maori, you mean?"

"Yes, Mr. Hiroshi Nakamoto is the real murderer!"

This sentence made Hiroshi Nakamoto a drop of cold sweat that was not easy to notice. He pretended to be calm and said: "Mr. Mori, what are you talking about, why don't I understand?"

"Don't understand? Really?" Uncle Maori smiled playfully, "Then sit down and listen to my reasoning."

"Since your testimony is completely different from Professor Demura's testimony, it proves that one of them lied. At this time, we can prove that your testimony is correct as long as we find the tape you said, right?"

Officer Megome nodded. Indeed, this tape is a very important piece of evidence, which also made Hiroshi Nakamoto's suspicion minimal.

"Then, your testimony is correct, which means that the possibility that Professor Demura is the murderer will become very high. No matter whoever, there will be a possibility that Professor Demura is the murderer. This is also your wise point. What you said is half-truth, half-truth, true and false, as long as people see the real part, they will subconsciously miss the false part."

"There are a lot of doubts. You first reminded me that the tape was discarded by the murderer and asked me to find it, and I found it very simply. If he took it away and threw it into any river, we would never find the tape. The murderer had time to take it. The belt proves that he has thoughts and reason, then he cannot be thrown to such a simple place nearby!"

As soon as the conversation changed, Uncle Maori said, "I remember that the garbage in that store will be cleaned up in the evening by the recycling truck. You said, maybe the tapes lost by the murderer will wait for me to find it?"

The question was thrown to Hiroshi Nakamoto, he did not speak, obviously he could not refute it.

Uncle Maori ignored Hiroshi Nakamoto and continued: "Furthermore, you deliberately mentioned Professor Demura in my conversation with you. Of course, I would subconsciously think of Professor Demura and wonder if Professor Demura is the murderer."

"Later, you reminded me that the professor might go to some unspeakable places, which made me even more suspicious of Professor Demura. Then, you mentioned the eavesdropping plan, so I thought of the bug at the first time, so the whole case is connected Get up, Professor Demura is a murderer as if it is already a certainty."

"Actually!" Uncle Maori knocked off the table, his face was full of playfulness, "Actually, you did all this. When Mr. Irue was acting in a one-man show, you entered Mr. Irue's room and killed him, the so-called bug It's just that you deliberately used a screwdriver to loosen the screws of the rubber case."

Then Uncle Maori got up and came to the table, picked up the book on the table, and pointed it out to everyone: "I asked Guangyou to pick up this book about psychology. There are hints and guidance in it. Take a look. Is it very similar to Mr. Nakamoto’s behavior?"

Everyone saw it, and sure enough, there were indeed sentences on it that could lead people to say a certain sentence.

Hiroshi Nakamoto started to panic, he had to panic, as if everything about him had been completely seen through by Maori, and she already felt that she was naked in front of Maori.

But he still pretended to be calm and said: "Mr. Maori, you have to show evidence that I am the murderer."

"I wanted to save you some face, but you are confessing yourself or surrendering yourself, but you are not great!"

Uncle Maori shook his head and said regretfully: "Then I will tell you. Just now I asked Guangyou to go downstairs to find the witness, Miss Azi."

As soon as the voice fell, a young woman opened the door and poked her head out: "Well, is there anything Mr. Mori asked me to come here?"

After Azusa came in, Uncle Maori didn’t say why he called her. First he continued: "First of all, you will think of who is responsible for the reasoning of this case. Then you would come to me directly. The Metropolitan Police Department is quite famous, but it is your biggest mistake to find me!"

"You inquired that I have a habit of greedy cups, so I stuffed this leaflet from 8 to 10 in the mail box of my office, so that I could go over and be a witness for you. It was to Police Officer Mumu that you asked me to pass by the apartment when the accident happened, and then you asked the police to let you visit me in order to help you reason."

Officer Mumu understands Uncle Maori’s temperament very well, and nodded: “Indeed, if it’s Maori brother you encounter such a thing, you will definitely go!”

Uncle Maori has tolerated the urge to call Officer Mumu in his heart. What the hell is that supposed to be?

"But, daddy, why did you let Miss Azi come up?" Azi has been standing on it for a while, and she still wants to settle the matter and go to work. As a result, Uncle Maori talked for a long time, and it was not her turn to appear.

"Because I saw this man put a red leaflet into the mailbox yesterday morning."

Since someone has witnessed Boss Nakamoto's leaflets, the fingerprints of Hiroshi Nakamoto should be detectable on the flyers. There is no special reason. He wants to plug the flyers for Mao?

The evidence was so strong that Hiroshi Nakamoto smiled bitterly: "I thought it would go well. If I was a little careful at the time, it would be fine, but Mr. Mori, how did you notice my suspicion?"

"Because you just said that the old man holding the dog stopped me, but I never said that the old man was holding the dog from the beginning to the end? If you were really not there, how did you notice it? I think that old man should be you, right? ?"

These words directly broke Hiroshi Nakamoto's mentality: "I miss Jingzhou carelessly."

After speaking, he laughed wildly. He regretted it, regretting that he had asked Moori Kogoro to reason this time.

Who is Mouri Kogoro?Detective!

Is he an ordinary detective?Not!

why?Because he is a well-known detective with Conan and Guangyou!

Then the police took away Hiroshi Nakamoto. Uncle Maori looked at the police car going away and secretly gave Guangyou a thumbs up. The operation just now directly made him a big show!

After sending the police away, Uncle Maori opened the office’s mailbox and looked at it. There were two pieces of paper inside. One of them was an invitation letter. Someone invited Uncle Maori to attend the opening ceremony of a cable car, and the other was for Uncle Maori is very excited. This one says that there is a draft beer that can be served for free.

Uncle Maori was very excited: "Yo Xi! I'm going to drink beer when I look back!"

This is obviously healed. The scar has forgotten the pain. This happened just now, and I still don’t have a long memory. Xiaolan grabbed the flyer and tore the flyer to pieces. After complaining, she turned around and left with the fragments. I was worried that Uncle Maori would stick the flyers and then drink, so I should destroy them all.

Uncle Maori sniffed fiercely: "My wine! It's a shame not to drink free wine!"