Uh~~ Matsuda sat at his desk after a long absence. The Metropolitan Police Department finally invested money to eliminate those old office facilities, which is not bad, the chair is a little more comfortable to sit on than before, and this table is not erect, so comfortable, you should be able to sleep well.

Oh, no. Matsuda felt a murderous aura pass through, and he didn't have to think about it to know who Lu Dao was. Hurriedly sat upright, straight and straight, and his mouth was still broken: "Work hard, work hard." ”

Matsuda, who had been working hard for a while, felt the pressure disappear, and when he was about to lie down again, he heard the Twilight Police Department shouting, "What!?

Matsuda immediately pulled out a document from the table and put it on his head, and then chanted the ancient mantra: "You can't see me, you can't see me." ”

When the police department was in a hurry to get out, they saw Matsuda's virtue and stopped: "Matsuda! What are you doing!!

"Can this be found?" Matsuda Tsubasa looked up, just to see what was on his head: "Eh!?photo album?Which of you framed me?" Matsuda slapped the table and looked at the uncles in the first lesson angrily, trying to find out the prisoner who had stuffed the photo book into the stack of materials on his desk.

"Matsuda, hurry up!" Twilight's roar came again.

"Yes, yes. Matsuda agreed, and turned two pages of the photo in his hand: "Hmm? He stood up and put his hand in the pocket of his butt, then put on his shirt and chased after the Twilight Police Department.

After Matsuda was gone, a voice came out of the lesson: "Hey, who is it! Although I said that I want to fix that bastard boy, but who put the photo in my drawer? It's a limited edition, I finally bought it, and I'm about to read it secretly." ”

When Matsuda got out of the police car, he looked up and saw a banner hanging from a medieval art exhibition. Hmm, it's an art museum. But he was not slow at his feet, and followed the twilight police department in.

"It's you again!?" Matsuda saw Twilight yelling at a familiar mustache, it was Mori Kogoro.

"Yes. Maori saluted and smiled, "No one touched the body before you arrived, Officer Twilight." ”

Hmph, Twilight snorted and walked up to the museum staff and asked, "So has anyone seen the body?" ”

"Hey, police department, I'm afraid I can't ask anything if I ask so directly. Matsuda squatted in the corner, leaving a back for the people at the scene: "Don't you need to ask their identities first?"

"Huh?" The Twilight Police Department walked over to Matsuda with his hands behind his back, "Brother Matsuda, did you find anything?" and looked over: "Nani!?Matsuda, what are you doing!!"

"Huh, hey, hey. Matsuda was yelled at by Twilight, his frightened hands shook, and then he reached out several times to grab the things in his hand without success, and he had no choice but to give up, crawled to the left, hid behind a statue, and then innocently showed his head: "Police Department, pay attention to the image of the Metropolitan Police Department." ”

Hey, hey. After clearly seeing the woman in the swimsuit on the cover of the drop, all the people present dripped a drop of sweat. Who needs to maintain the image of the police?

Matsuda reached out and took the photo back, then put it back in his pants pocket, and then stood up, tidied up his clothes, and said, "Police Department, I found an interesting place." Under Twilight's suspicious and distrustful gaze, he pointed to the camera in the corner: "At that angle, there should be a picture of the crime process." ”

"Really?" Twilight still doesn't retract that gaze, "You're still useful?" and asks the museum staff, "Is that camera working?"

"Yes. The security camera is turned on when the museum is open. A staff member said.

"Oh oh, yes. Matsuda miraculously appeared in front of the man, holding a pen in one hand and a workbook in the other: "Can you ask your name?

"My name is Itajima, and I am a staff member of the museum, and I am responsible for the daily maintenance of the artworks. Itajima replied.

"Uh-huh. Matsuda nodded, "What about the deceased? ”

"He is Mr. Manaka, who bought an art museum and recently renovated it into a hotel. ”

"It's a really good choice. Matsuda looked at the exhibits around him: "Tsk, dinner in hell, not many people have experienced it." Matsuda covered his head, knowing that it was taken by the police department, and he didn't dare to look back.

"Ahem, let's go watch the footage first. "The marginalized police officers have regained the initiative.

As soon as he entered the control room, Mori Kogoro took the lead in running to the only chair, and then sat down.

"Hey, uncle. Can you get up?" Matsuda said to Kogoro first.

Damn, when?" Kogoro stood up from Matsuda's lap, "This guy isn't a general. ”

Hey, hey. Conan stood aside and forced a hard laugh.

Just as he was about to open the video, Matsuda suddenly interjected, "My lord, is this appropriate?" and then pointed at Conan: "Can children watch that kind of picture?"

"Huh? "Twilight wants Conan to get out.

Too much nosy. Conan glanced at Matsuda dissatisfied, and then looked up and sold cute: "But, I'm also a witness, maybe I can find something." ”

Hearing Conan's crisp childlike voice, Matsuda squeezed the chair over and scooped up Conan. Then he rubbed his face in Conan's surprised gaze: "Aha, so pitiful, the police department is despised by such a child!"

Twilight turns her face away and decides to ignore Matsuda, then presses play. When the picture came out, Kogoro said without pressure: "The murderer is really stupid, he didn't know that his crime process was filmed." Hurry up and show up, and let me get a good look at your prisoner's face. ”

Then, in the midst of everyone's surprised expressions, the video shows the whole process of Boss Manaka being killed by a knight in full armor. Then, when the crime was over, the Twilight Police Department pressed a pause.

"This composition?" said Kogoro and Conan in unison, "exactly like that painting." ”

"What painting?" asked Twilight, confused.

"A painting called Heavenly Punishment hung opposite the victim. Kogoro said, "This is a way of killing people in imitation of that painting." ”

"The murderer is really bold, if this dress is seen, it will cause a commotion. Twilight said, staring at the knight on the screen.

"There was a sign in the passage of that room that there was no entry. Ran interjected behind Twilight.

"What?" Twilight looked back at Ran.

Kogoro also added on the side: "Ran, it's around four o'clock." ”

Xiaolan nodded: "But after five o'clock, the sign is gone." ”

"Roar?" Matsuda suddenly said, "It's interesting." Armor to cover the body, murder weapons, signs prohibiting entry, and methods of murder under the camera. Then the murderer is not a staff member of this art museum, but also a frequent visitor to this place. ”

"Because the plan of the boss of Manaka is to turn the museum into a hotel, the motive is basically clear. Matsuda stood up and walked over to the group of staff: "So who will tell me where Mr. Curator is." I believe that Mr. Curator will provide a detailed list of suspects. ”

"Huh. The old man in the middle said, "I'm the director of the museum, Ochiai." If Mr. Officer insisted on the so-called list of suspects, I would have provided it, but I am sure there would be no murderer in it. ”

"I'm so confident. Matsuda smiled playfully: "I wonder if Director Ochiai will be the first to write his name?"

"Look. Without waiting for Ochiai's answer, Conan's voice sounded behind Matsuda: "What is Boss Manaka doing?"

Twilight and Kogoro leaned over, and Kogoro said, "Hey, little ghost." Don't just rewind it. ”

"Look, Boss Manaka. Conan pointed to the screen: "He seems to have discovered something." ”

"That's true. Twilight stared at the picture: "He picked up a pen and wrote something." ”

"The note. Kogoro said: "It's still in the hands of Boss Manaka." ”

Come to the scene again and take out the note from the boss of Manaka.

"Wata?"

"Why, how do you call me by my name?" said one of the staff members in horror.

"Although he put on armor to avoid the camera, Mr. Manaka, who came into close proximity, discovered the murderer. Kogoro said.

"No, it's not. Something must have gone wrong. Watada leaned back.

"Then tell me, where were you at about half past four this afternoon?" asked Twilight.

"I, I'm in the office, doing the work assigned by the curator. Kuwata replied.

"I did ask Watada to do things again this afternoon. Ochiai explained on the side.

"Are you alone, are there any witnesses, or any proof to prove it?"

"No, but I don't have a reason to kill. Wata held on to his last hope: "Why am I going to kill him?" ”

"Don't try to hide anything, Mr. Watata. Iijima interjected on the side: "Your stealing of art has been discovered, and the boss of Manaka is demanding a huge amount of damages from you, right?"

"Is that so?" asked Twilight.

"No, no, it wasn't me who killed him, and it has nothing to do with me. Wata struggled.

At this time, while they were talking, Conan was looking for the pen on the ground that had been discarded by Boss Manaka.

When Conan found it behind a knight's armor, he smiled and was about to speak, when someone lifted him from behind.

"Hey, the imp should be in the place where the imp is going. Matsuda threw it back, and then shouted, "Dengmi, here is the ballpoint pen left by the deceased, come and take a picture." ”

Damn guys. Conan kicked Matsuda, this guy is not right, when did he appear behind me? Looking up at the camera, Conan held his chin. And in such a dimly lit room, he could have discovered the existence of the camera in such a short time. No, this guy is really like Uncle Maori said, not a general.

When Nobumi finished taking the photo, Twilight also came over and picked up the ballpoint pen and looked at it, "It's a pretty high-end pen." ”

Ochiai explained, "This is a special order for the 50th anniversary of our museum, and the staff will always have such a pen. ”

"Who's forgetting to be there? As she spoke, she turned her ballpoint pen and drew a random picture of her workbook, then compared it to the note, "The color and thickness are very similar." ”

Conan, however, wondered. Then I saw Matsuda walking towards the exit of this room. Shaking his head, Conan locked his gaze on Watata again. Why did he want to kill people in this room with a camera? Just to imitate the painting? So why did he want to imitate it? Did this man make such a delicate layout? It seems that there are still a lot of doubts. Conan scratched his head.

Sure enough, let's go watch the video again. Conan thought for a while, couldn't figure it out, and ran to the control room.

"Squeak" to open the door. Conan pushes the door open and enters, just in time to see Matsuda sitting in front of the screen smoking a cigarette.

When Matsuda heard the voice, he turned his head to see that it was Conan, and then said, "Little ghost, this is not a place to enter casually. ”

Hehe, Conan forced a smile in his heart, it's this nasty guy again. Then he walked to the screen and began to sell cuteness in children's voices: "Uncle, Officer Twilight asked me to come, and I want you to go to the scene to help." ”

The two uniform-clad policemen behind Matsuda looked at each other, and then asked Matsuda, "Officer Matsuda, are we going over?"

Matsuda leaned back: "You two go, I won't go, I believe that the police department doesn't want to see my face." ”

The two policemen smiled reluctantly, didn't say anything more, and ran out.

And Conan stared at Matsuda with that kind of sheep-herding gaze, nasty guy, why don't you go out.

Matsuda put his face close to Conan, then spit out a puff of cigarette, looked at Conan being choked and coughed, and said with a smile, "Little ghost, don't disturb my work." ”

I'm disturbing you to look at the photo. Conan shook off the smell of smoke, then glanced at the screen. I see that it is a paused screen. Then climb to the console.

This is the look of surprise on the face of the boss who was frozen in frame. Why are you so surprised?

Matsuda stood up, grabbed the collar on the back of Conan's neck, and walked outside: "Little ghost, hurry up and get out." ”

When he got to the door, he threw Conan away at will, and Matsuda went to the scene.

Touching his ass, Conan watched with hatred as Matsuda turned into a corner and disappeared, then rushed into the control room and flipped through the video.

When Conan returns to the scene again, he sees that nasty Matsuda talking to Iijima, recorded in his workbook.

"Hey, uncle. Conan ran up to Denmi and asked in a crisp voice, "Where's the note that Mr. Manaka is holding in his hand, have you put it away?"

Dengmi looked down at Conan and smiled gently, "That note was taken by Officer Matsuda. ”

Conan looked at Matsuda, this guy is really not simple.

"Mr. Kuwata, please come back to the police station with us. Seeing that the collection was almost done at the scene, Twilight said to Wata.

"No, it's not me. Watada said in a panic.

"When I got to the police station, I was explaining. Twilight grimaced.

"Ah~~~ Lord of the police department, don't scare him. It didn't help to bring him back. Matsuda yawned and walked over: "I'm so sleepy, it's time to go back to sleep, it looks like it's going to end soon." ”

"Matsuda, what are you talking about?" said Twilight, surprised.

"The murderer is not this Mr. Kuwata. Matsuda said, "I just asked Mr. Iijima." He said that Kuwata was scolded several times by the director of Ochiai for his carelessness in the daily maintenance of artworks. ”

"So what?" asked Twilight, "Brother Matsuda, don't talk about these things that have nothing to do with the case." ”

"Nothing to do with it?" Matsuda chuckled, "The armor used in the crime is an imitation, and the victim was killed." Pointing to the wall: "There is a label on it, but there is no work on display, indicating that it has been removed beforehand." ”

"In the course of the crime in the exhibition hall, none of the exhibits were destroyed, is this kind of thing that someone like Wakuta can do?" Matsuda said.

"But what if this is a trick by Kuwata?" said Kogoro after a moment's thought.

"Would a prisoner who is so careless as to leave even this kind of evidence have such clever means?" Matsuda fingered the note left behind by Manaka.

"I went to watch the footage and there was something very interesting. Matsuda smiled and said, "Mr. Manaka was surprised by a note that was supposed to be blank, and when he picked up the ballpoint pen on the table and wrote something on the note, he angrily threw the ballpoint pen out of the room. So I looked carefully at the note and found that there were strange marks on the top of the letter, except for the note. ”

Twilight turned out to be a note and looked at it carefully with Kogoro, "Could it be a smear mark?"

"Yes, traces of smearing with a pen without ink. Matsuda said, "Well, if Mr. Manaka didn't write the murderer on it at that time, but wanted to erase the words that existed on the piece of paper, then it makes sense." This allows the forensic class to compare Mr. Manaka's handwriting, and even if the imitation is similar, there will be differences. ”

"That's right. Kogoro clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it on his left hand: "If the murderer said to the victim at that time, the note behind you has the name of the murderer written on it." Then when the victim saw a name different from the murderer, he naturally wanted to erase it, but the ballpoint pen could not write it. This is a crime that uses silent video tapes and inkless pens to lure us away from the truth. ”

"But the pen you found now can you write normally?" asked Twilight, confused.

"Lord Police, when you picked up the ballpoint pen, the nib should have been retracted, right?" Matsuda continued, "Mr. Manaka on the video should not have had time to retract the nib. ”

"So does that mean this ballpoint pen was replaced by the murderer?" said Twilight, "I was careless, so I left a flaw in the nib." ”

"That's right, I believe that the ballpoint pen that can't write is still on the prisoner's body. Matsuda yawned and said, "Since it is to frame Wata, then Kuwada must have no alibi, and there is only one person who can do this." ”

"So, it's Director Ochiai?" said Kogoro.

"Please take out the ballpoint pen on your body and let us check it, where are you around half past four in the afternoon?"

"I was waiting to meet someone, no, a hopelessly fallen demon. Director Ochiai said in a deep voice, "Hiding in the armor, what happened next is just like you said." ”

"I've probably practiced it many times. Matsuda lit a cigarette: "It's a coincidence that the performance under the VCR is perfect." ”

"So, what about moving armor?" said Kogoro in surprise.

"Maybe you think you're stupid. Ochiai said, "He selfishly wants to destroy this sacred museum for his own sake." I'm not going to let that demon take away a piece of art as precious as my own child. At the same time, they also want to punish Kuwata, who sells art at will. ”

"Isn't art a thing that appears to beautify people's minds?" Matsuda leaned against the wall and puffed on his cigarette: "I can't figure it out, why do you want to hurt other lives under the banner of art? Is art such a cheap thing?"

"I don't know what kind of person Lu Dao is in the real middle school, and I don't know what kind of mood Lu Dao feels when you look at these so-called artworks. Matsuda continued, "However, I can clearly see your indifferent expression when Kuwata is about to be taken away. ”

"The so-called heavenly punishment" Matsuda looked at the pavilion called Hell: "Those who are covered in blood are destined to live in hell." Who is destroying the sanctity of art?" Matsuda walked out, leaving a lonely figure behind: "In any case, killing people should not be a simple matter."

What am I angry about? I finally decided to be a good guy and a good policeman.

PS: Speaking of the murder incident in the art museum, first, why didn't Zhenzhong tear up the note? Second, is it because the legendary style is not separated? The old man's body can be lifted by Zhenzhong with one hand while wearing armor, no wonder Zhenzhong has no room to fight back.