I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Yes." Shancun moved forward and picked up the camera on the side, pressed the button twice to turn off the video, with a smile on his face.

As if the camera in his hand was a baby.

For the mountain village operator, the camera itself is not a treasure, but what the camera just recorded is a treasure.

That was the live reasoning show of "Sleeping Kogoro"!

In the past, he could only see news about the "sleeping Kogoro" cracking the case again in the newspapers and news, and could not see the reasoning process at all.

It is also impossible for the media to live broadcast the reasoning process at the crime scene.

Now, in the camera in his hand, a fairly complete reasoning process is recorded.

It even recorded the scene of Moori Kogoro stepping forward to stop the killer from committing suicide.

"It's a pity..." Shancun Cao turned out the video and took a look, then sighed lightly, "I didn't'sleep' over.

"..." Uncle Maori heard this sentence from the mountain village, and his face suddenly became dark. "What does it mean that he didn't fall asleep? What a pity?"

Does anyone talk like that?

"Mr. Mori, and everyone." Yamamura Cao put the video recorder in his pocket and said, "Then I will go first."

"Wait, mountain village police officer." Uncle Maori called to the mountain village that was just about to leave.

"What's the matter, Mr. Maori?" Shancun Cao asked excitedly, "Is there anything I can do with my mountain village?"

"I want to see the video just now." Uncle Maori said after a pause, obviously a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm of mountain sports.

"No problem." The mountain village didn't think much about it. He took the camera out of his pocket again and handed it to Uncle Maori.

"Uncle, I want to see it too!" Yuanzi raised his hand and showed interest in the video.

"Then watch it together."

This happened to the heart of Uncle Maori. In addition to satisfying his own curiosity, he also wanted everyone to come and see.

It's best to praise it after reading it.

With this idea in mind, Uncle Maori turned over the video, and when most people came together, he pressed the play button:

"It should be you who set up that mechanism in the bedroom at that time."

"And the time is when you deliver the curry rice to the bedroom on the second floor."

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"At first, when you ask someone to collect the tableware, it should be ten minutes after you bite the rope."

"After a while, you will ask the same person to collect the utensils."

"Because the light in the room is off at this time. If the body is found at this time, you and you who have been in the living room with us will have a complete alibi."

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"As expected of the detective Kogoro Mouri." Uncle Mouri looked at the serious man in the video, secretly proud of him.

After watching the reasoning, Uncle Maori did not rush to press the pause button, but was still looking forward to the second half of the video.

He wanted to see the scene when he subdued Akashi Hiroto.

At that time, after the reasoning, Akashi Hiroto was silent for a while. During this time, Yuanzi did not hesitate to praise his words:

"Uncle, I didn't expect you to be very charming when you are serious!"

"Of course." Uncle Maori has been waiting for someone to praise him so much. When he heard this, he straightened his clothes and said.

"And I am usually very attractive."

"I think so too." Yamamura said with a look of admiration looking at Uncle Maori with a fan filter.

"I usually see beautiful women who can't walk." Guangyou glanced at the smiling Uncle Maori, and said in his heart.

Because of this problem, Uncle Maori didn't know how many times the emotion that had just risen in Fei Yingli's heart dissipated.

However, this kind of thing is definitely impossible for him to say on the face.

After the silence, Yuanzi's voice sounded, followed by Akashi Hiroto's confession and vent.

When everyone saw this, they didn't have any joking thoughts, and their mood became a little heavy again.

Afterwards, Akashi Hiroshi wanted to commit suicide with a knife. Kogoro Mouri seized the opportunity to stop him from committing suicide cleanly.

Through the video, everyone noticed the teacup again.

Due to the shooting angle, the camera did not record the scene where Guangyou threw out the teacup.

Everyone only saw a tea cup hitting Akashi Kanto's wrist, and then the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

"Who threw the tea cup?" Uncle Maori glanced at the mountain village exercise, and then looked away, not including the mountain village exercise at all.

"..." Shancun Cao noticed this.

But he was unable to refute.

Because he did not throw it.

Then, Uncle Maori looked at the most likely Xiaolan, and saw her shook his head, saying that she didn't throw it.

"That's weird." Uncle Maori was a little puzzled, he looked at Guangyou and Conan, who had an injured hand, and said.

"Did the teacup be thrown by Kwangwoo or Conan?"

Feeling Uncle Mauri's gaze, Conan shook his head.

"Uncle, I threw the teacup." Guangyou didn't deliberately conceal it. Seeing Uncle Maori mentioned him, he admitted.

If Uncle Maori did not ask, he would not say.

But if he asked, he would not deny it.

After all, this is not something to be seen, on the contrary, it is a good thing.

Besides, there are so many people in the living room, either this person or that person throws it.

"Yeah." Uncle Maori looked at Guangyou and suddenly smiled, "This teacup is well thrown. I think you can also be a pitcher in the future for Guangyou. You throw it accurately."

"It's very accurate." Shancun Fu nodded in agreement, and he did feel that Guangyou was very accurate.

"I just rely on luck."

I didn't want to talk more on this topic. After saying a word, Guangyou changed the subject and said, "Uncle, your action just now was so handsome, just subdue the action of Mr. Kanto."

"Yeah, yeah." The mountain village fucked like... just like a fan, and said, "It's Mr. Mori!"

Under the praise of the two, Uncle Maori really forgot about the teacup and laughed.

"Um... too easy to float is also a problem." Guangyou didn't think much, subconsciously took a sip from the teacup in front of him.

"But this is the uncle. It usually doesn't look very reliable, but it becomes very attractive when it is serious."

Xiao Ai's cheeks, who was reading aside, flushed slightly. Thinking of her bold move that morning, the rosy faded quickly.

The ruddy faded, replaced by a smile.

She clearly remembered that something like this had happened before.

"Ok?"

After taking another sip of water, Guangyou suddenly felt something was wrong. His teacup had already been thrown out. Where did the teacup come from?

Suddenly thinking of a certain possibility, Guangyou glanced at Xiao Ai.

Then he knew he was right.

The tea cup in his hand is a little sad.

If it had been before, Guangyou might put down the teacup and quietly pushed it in front of Xiao Ai, acting as if he had done nothing.

Then Xiao Ai found her, and smiled embarrassedly at her.

However, today is different from the past, the relationship between the two has taken a qualitative leap from the original, and Guangyou's reaction will relatively change.

Looking down at the tea cup that was originally Xiao Ai, Guangyou took a sip with a natural look.

Then, in Xiao Ai's gaze, he put the tea cup between him and her, and added some water to it.

After finishing all this, Guangyou turned his attention to the other people who were still watching the video.

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