"It's also very simple. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Kurosawa Silver pursed his lips, and the flashlight that Conan gave him not long ago was lifted, and he skillfully adjusted the aperture, that is, he aimed the shining part of the flashlight at the high platform for a shake, and then simply pressed the switch neatly after a flash, and the white light disappeared instantly.

To others, it looked almost exactly like the bullet had been fired.

And Kurosawa Silver also continued to explain at this time.

"Ordinary people can't catch the trail of bullets with their naked eyes, and they can only see a beam of light passing by at the moment when the bullet is fired, so under basic circumstances, we can't know whether the bullet is fired from a low place to a high place, or from a high place to a low place, and the speed of light is not the limit that our human body can touch, and we can't tell it. As for the difference between the trajectory of the bullet and the speed of light...... I don't think anyone would have bothered to be in that dangerous situation, and no one would have caught the difference between the two as clearly as any god-man. ”

"Wait, this reasoning can indeed be valid, but ......" Wu Wenjing narrowed her eyes at this time, "What if the time when the gunshots rang out and the time when the beams shone don't match?"

"This sentence ......" Omi glanced at Wu Wenjing, and after muttering for a while, he also nodded silently in agreement, "That's right! You must know that at the time of the crime, the time between the gunfire and the white light did not exceed half a second. One person doesn't have that many hands to do so many movements in such a short time. ”

"I don't think so, if you have a fast hand, it should be easy to succeed, like I'm the best in the world...... I'll try!" Fumihito Asama disagreed, but instead volunteered to snatch the flashlight from Kurosawa Gin's hand and strode in front of the tape recorder.

In full view, Asama pressed the fingers of his right hand on the switch on the side of the flashlight, and while his left hand flicked the keyboard on the tape recorder, his right hand pushed upward, and a beam of white light crossed the sky in the next second, Asama snapped and closed the flashlight again, and the whole process was smooth, there was no waste of time, and the tight period connected by the gunshot was also jaw-dropping and smooth.

"Look, I can do it!" Fumihito Asama raised his chin triumphantly.

"Big brother, are you the murderer?" I don't know when the eyes of the young detective group who returned to the high platform and surrounded Conan lit up.

"......" Asama Fumihito was stunned for a second, and exploded directly, so angry that he slammed the flashlight in his hand to the ground, "How is it possible! There are more people in this world who are faster than me!"

Yes, this guy said a second ago that he was the best in the world, and now he has changed his words really not smoothly.

Everyone present was a little speechless, but Omi, who had been squinting his eyes since the end of the performance, suddenly spoke: "Slow, it's still a little wrong." ”

"No, of course not, how could I be a murderer!" Fumihito Asama put on a stinky face, and his expression became very vigilant, and he even pressed his hand on the scabbard pinned to his waist.

"I didn't mean ......it," Omi was speechless, "I mean, your drill was still different from the murder at the time. ”

"Huh?" Fumihito Asama was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?"

At this time, without waiting for Omi to speak, Conan's little ghost was stealing the show again: "What he said is that you stood next to the megaphone and acted just now, and you did perform the scene just now, but you made three noises...... The first sound is made when you press the keyboard of the radio, and the second and third sounds are the sounds made by the switch you turn on and off the flashlight...... These three sounds, under the control of the amplifier, we can hear them more clearly than anything else. ”

"This ......" Fumihito Asama was speechless for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed again, and without saying a word, he picked up the flashlight on the ground that he had just thrown away, and then turned around and rushed back to the side of the megaphone, "I'll try again." ”

He fiddled with the tape recorder for a while, pressed a few keyboards, adjusted the volume to the maximum, and advanced the time for the gunshots to sound as fast as possible, then took a deep breath, his fingers lightly pressed the keyboard, and at the same time, with a push of his fingers, the gunshots rang out and covered the other noises at the same time, the white light was instantaneous, and the whole venue quickly returned to its previous calm.

The result of this drill was indeed that only the sound of gunfire lingered in everyone's ears, and it was also done, the flickering of white light, but-

"Damn, it still doesn't work. Fumihito Asama didn't smash the flashlight at this time, but kicked the stereo next to him, "The gunfire is too loud but it seems too fake! And it is repeated with the sound of three mechanical opening and closing, and it sounds like it has changed the tone at all! The most important thing is that the simulated bullet route is too fast! It is so fast that it is a blink of an eye...... If it hadn't been for the anticipation that the lights would appear, it is estimated that we would not even be able to see the fleeting flash of this white light!

"I'll just say it......" Wu Wenjing shook her head helplessly, and re-shifted her gaze to Conan, who had maintained a mysterious smile that seemed to be smiling but not smiling since just now, and suddenly rolled her eyes angrily, "Little ghost, looking at you like this, you must have already taken a countermeasure, why don't you tell me quickly! What are you selling here, do you want to find a fight?"

Wu Wenjing raised her fist as she spoke.

Conan reflexively shrunk his neck, just smirked, and then shifted his gaze to Kurosawa Silver again, and pouted.

Kurosawa Silver glanced at him, then at Ubuni, shrugged his shoulders, turned around without speaking, asked for a flashlight from Asama Fumihito's hand, fiddled with it, and then walked quickly to the speaker, knocked on the part of the megaphone, and was about to move, but Asama Fumihito was cold and spoke.

"Wait, you don't want to turn off the megaphone before you act, even if it can really eliminate the sound before the gunshots go off, but it doesn't match the reality at all!" Fumihito Asama struggled to recall the details of the case that happened not long ago, "You must know that Uncle Ozaki was shot with a gun while talking with the microphone!" As he spoke, his voice was so sound that it could be transmitted to every part of the venue, so naturally he used a loudspeaker, and if there was a weak sound gap between them, how could we not find that the loudspeaker was passive?"

"You're thinking too much, I'm not trying to turn off the megaphone, I'm just trying to take advantage of him with the principle of proximity. Kurosawa replied without replying, and then half-crouched down, leaned the roll of tape that was also handed by Conan to his mouth, bit the edge and tore it down, while the roll of tape was constantly swirled around by his fingers, and in a few seconds, he naturally pulled down the transparent glue that was almost twenty centimeters long. (To be continued.) )