"Ahem, ahem, can you hear me? When Twilight was impatient, I heard Matsuda's voice.

"Matsuda, where are you?" Twilight looked left and right, and Matsuda's figure appeared on the TV in the room: "Brother Matsuda, what the hell are you doing!"

"Naturally, I'm ready to reenact the situation at the time of the crime. Matsuda on TV smiled confidently: "The murderer killed the sarcastic man in four minutes by stepping on a passage that looks like a void." ”

"Really, Brother Matsuda!" Twilight hugged the TV excitedly.

"Officer, can you talk here?" a reporter stretched out the microphone, and behind him, there was no shortage of photography, lighting, and so on.

"Ahh

"The murderer was the host of the studio on the ninth floor at the time, Takashi Matsuo. Matsuda said the name of the flawless man with a perfect alibi.

"Brother Matsuda, Mr. Sarcasm was shot on the fourth floor, in the mixing room we were in. How did Mr. Matsuo, who was on the ninth floor of the studio, do this?"

"That's right, you must know that it will take seven minutes to go from the ninth floor to the fourth floor at the earliest, and Mr. Matsuo, who has only been away for four minutes in the middle, will not be able to commit a crime at all. Kogoro said to the camera.

"Normally, that's true, but if Matsuo had used the mysterious Illusory Path, it would have been possible. Matsuda turned his head and said, "Yes, Conan." ”

"Conan!?" Twilight said in surprise, "Matsuda, is Conan by your side?"

In the control room of the TV station, looking at Twilight's big face that filled the screen, the two staff members chatted: "If you use the equipment without authorization like this, you will be angry if you know it, right?" ”

was watching with relish, and the manager of the TV station suddenly pushed the door in: "Bastard!"

"I'm sorry, manager!" "We're going to stop right away"

"Who said to stop! I will take all the responsibility and broadcast the video nationwide immediately!" The manager, who saw the bright future, was full of anger.

"Where I am is a warehouse on the seventh floor, just above you at the police department. And it's only two minutes from here to the studio. Matsuda smiled mysteriously: "Conan, open the door to the Illusory Road." ”

"Leave it to me. Conan let out a tender cry, then pushed open the window of the warehouse.

"How could you shoot in the temple from that place? Twilight became suspicious, "The windows were closed, too. Brother Matsuda, you really understand."

"Ahh

"Matsuda, hurry up and hold Conan!!" Twilight was not slow to react, and immediately pushed open the window and looked up to see the situation on the seventh floor.

Then, a drop of red paint drops from upstairs, right in the temples of twilight. Then a paint gun falls on Twilight's head, causing Twilight to sink down in pain, forcing the window to close. The paint gun falls into the room, next to Twilight, who is leaning against the wall, as if they had just arrived at the scene.

"How's it going, Lord Police. Do you have any questions?" Matsuda got up and let out Conan, who was crushed under him, ignoring Conan's afterglow but glancing at the building opposite the TV station without a trace. Someone on the other side of the side was watching this side just now.

Conan stared at Matsuda angrily. Because he was not angry with Matsuda for seeing through the truth so easily, he followed him to the outside of the building. Seeing the bullet holes in the road directly below the mixing room, Conan couldn't help but admit that Matsuda was indeed powerful. Only then did he agree to Matsuda's proposal and was ready to help him play such a play, but just now Matsuda suddenly pressed up from behind and shot the boss Twilight. Conan, who was between the windowsill and Matsuda, was used as a mat, pressed against it, and it hurt to press. This bastard must have done it on purpose.

"How did the killer make Satan look up through the window?" Twilight wiped the paint off her head. Matsuda, this bastard, must have done it on purpose.

"By mobile phone. Matsuda had an extra bag in his hand, which contained the victim's mobile phone: "It will take two hours from the time of the murder of the victim to the time we start the investigation, and the person who is still talking to the victim has not been found." This man could almost be concluded to be the murderer. ”

"Mr. Matsuo, at that time, I am afraid that you said something to Mr. Satani that wanted to commit suicide. Matsuda took a breath and finally pointed the finger at the murderer: "Although it is a very clever set-up, you still leave a lot of loopholes. ”

"Loopholes or something. Matsuo sneered: "If you must think that I am the murderer, then come up with evidence." ”

"You deliberately left cartridge casings and bullet holes in the mixing room in advance to confuse our investigation and to make us think that the killer was shot at the door. Matsuda ignored Matsuo's provocation and said to himself: "But this kind of immature method will be seen through by experienced criminal policemen at a glance." That's right, the police department. ”

"Ahh Twilight wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"The second proof that the murderer was not shooting at the door was the blood that was sprayed on the windows. There wasn't a drop of blood standing on the window frame inside the mixing room. Matsuda paused: "Also, in order to get rid of your suspicion, I said that it takes more than six minutes to travel between the ninth and fourth floors." ”

"Hmph, can this kind of thing be used as evidence? Matsuo held on.

"The last thing you should forget is that you forgot to turn off your mobile phone. Matsuda raised the bag in his hand again: "Police Department, can I use Matsuo's mobile phone to press the repeat button?"

Matsuo reached out and was about to pull out the phone that was inside his jacket, but Twilight snatched the phone and pressed the repeat button.

"If the power of this mobile phone is not cut off, then press the repeat button and the previous number will be replayed. After Matsuda finished speaking, the mobile phone in the bag rang: "Mr. Matsuo, can you explain why, according to what you said just now, I don't know Mr. Matsuo's phone number, but now it appears on your mobile phone." ”

"Yes, but I put it on the table before the show started. Someone must have touched my mobile phone at that time. Matsuo's voice weakened suddenly.

"There's no way to post something like that. The person who ruthlessly smashed Matsuo's sophistry was Detective Mori Kogoro: "Mr. Matsuo, you won't forget, I also used your mobile phone in the show." I remember you put the phone back in your jacket pocket after that. ”

"If no one has used it, then pressing the repeat button should hit the hotel I called. Kogoro approached Matsuo: "After that, who else can use the phone from your jacket pocket to call the sarcastic interviewer!?"

"Ah~~ah~~ Ha Lu Ha" Matsuo struggled for a moment, and finally gave up resistance: "I didn't expect there to be a character like you in the police." However, if it weren't for Mr. Maori, I am afraid that such obvious evidence would not have been left. What a mistake, you shouldn't have been invited as a guest, Mr. Maori. ”

"Mr. Matsuo, could it be that Mr. Sarcasm was really attacked by you" The reporter couldn't believe that this was true.

"That's right, this show has poured too much effort into me. I still remember the matter of planning this show with the satirical interview, how could it be, how could I be willing to step down from the position of host. Matsuo lowered his head.

"Didn't Mr. Satirist plan that program alone?" The reporter, who is also a staff member of the TV station, did not know the inside story of the matter.

"That's what I said at the beginning, I gave him all the credit for the planning, and the host must be done by me. Matsuo said: "Now that I suddenly said that I want to replace the host, how can such a thing calm me down." ”

"So you're going to kill the sarcasm?" Matsuda said mockingly, "You're really good friends." ”

"Actually, now that I've calmed down, I'm starting to regret it. When I think back to my life when I was planning with two young people who had nothing, I always feel that it was the happiest time. As people say, the process of organizing a temple fair is much happier than a temple fair. ”

Matsuda was about to say something, but he opened his mouth and stopped. Just muttered softly: "What a selfish person." People who don't know how to revere life will always find happiness in what they have lost. ”

After saying that, Matsuda left the warehouse, and that ethereal emotion only fell on Conan's ears.

And Conan reminisced about Matsuda's rare lyricism, and immediately remembered the bitterness and entanglement in his heart, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Hey, hey!" Conan shouted twice when he saw Matsuda's back. When Matsuda stopped, turned around, and stared at Conan with that gloomy face, Conan suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

"That, Officer Matsuda," Tsubasa Conan organized his words, "You, how did you see the truth of this matter in an instant?"

"Because I'm a police officer. Matsuda nodded and added, "Well, professional." ”

Hmph, the Twilight Police Department is more professional than you. Can't you just not use this kind of childlike tone? Conan didn't have any sense of identity with Matsuda's statement.

Seeing Conan's disbelief, Matsuda squatted down and stretched out his index finger to hook it.

Conan's curiosity was immediately aroused, and Conan immediately leaned over to the side, his ears almost touching Matsuda's lips. I only heard Matsuda say softly: "Actually, I saw this incident in a manga "Detective" drawn by a manga artist named Aoyama Gomasa. ”

Full of expectations, and as a result, he received such an answer, and Conan shouted in his heart at Matsuda's distant back.

Let's go for the tricksters!!

PS: This was written yesterday, and now that the upload is finished, I have to rush back to continue writing. If you can't upload it tomorrow, then let's wait a few days and upload it together.