In one room, the officers looked at each other, a little bit of a headache about the case.

When Mizuma and Miwako Sato walked into the room, the eyes of all the officers were glued to Mizuma, and their eyes were full of words: "Boss, what are we going to do?"

Clapped his hands lightly to attract attention, but in fact, this action was superfluous because everyone's attention was already on him.

Mizumatsuki opened her mouth and asked, "Review, what should I do at this time?"

The officers looked at each other and replied in unison, "Speculation?"

"Good. Mizuma Moon smiled and asked, "Where is the biggest suspect?"

"Takashi Matsuo!"

"Okay! Now let's plan a trick for Mr. Matsuo! Mizuma took a blank piece of paper and a pen, lay on the table and drew a simple sectional drawing, from the ninth-floor studio where Matsuo was at the time to the fourth-floor office at the time of the deceased's death, marking the location of the rooms and stairs on each floor on the paper, and asked everyone to try to find a route that could be traveled in four minutes......

Due to the complex structure of the television station, the shortest known route requires a large bend, which is an S-shaped route in the profile.

"No...... Chiba said as he stretched his hair, drew a straight line between the studio and the office with a dark face, "I only know that the connection is the shortest." ”

Another police officer, Hideki Kawasaki, touched a cold sweat that didn't exist, and said with a dry smile: "It's unlikely, but if it's a straight line......" Hideki Kawasaki picked up a pencil and drew from the studio on the ninth floor to a warehouse at the end of the ninth floor, and then drew straight down to the office on the fourth floor, and said with a little regret: "If only there was a secret passage leading up and down"

Police officer Kenichi Nakamura suddenly had an idea, he extended the line on the ninth floor to the window, and then drew the fourth floor window and turned back, saying, "You can quickly descend with a rope, right?"

Chiba stretched out his lips and pouted: "What about coming up? It's been more than four minutes since he got up, right? You think he's the police department?"

Miwako Sato is a little confused, what does it matter to her?

Shui Jian Yue hit (turned) broken (moved) to discuss (note) (meaning) Dao (force): "No, don't forget that the body fell on the window, how can you get out if you go through the window?"

Draw the half-open windows, the corpses that fall on the windows, and the ballistics from top to bottom.

Coincidentally, the trajectory happened to be connected to the line drawn by Kenichi Nakamura, as if the head of a corpse had been drawn from the ninth floor in one breath.

Seeing this scene, a thunderbolt struck the brains of everyone present, and they took a deep breath.

Mizuma smiled: "You know where to find clues, right?"

"Warehouse!" said in unison.

In the hallway, a group of reporters with long guns and short cannons surrounded Takashi Matsuo, asking him a series of questions.

"Mr. Matsuo, while you were hosting the show, the producer Suwa was killed in another room!

"Would you like to say a word to the murderer?" is a male reporter.

"Could this be caused by the disgust that your show specializes in dealing with crime with a comedic approach?" the reporter almost poked the microphone into Matsuo's mouth.

"I heard that Mr. Matsuo is going to be replaced? Could it be that your supporters hold a grudge...... the female reporter, but it was almost like asking "Are you a murderer?"

"That's enough!" Matsuo yelled, then lowered his head sadly, his eyes filled with tears, and said, "I used to plan to do so, but then Mr. Suwa still wanted me to preside over it...... Sob...... That's why he asked me to go to that room tonight......" and then shouted, "I solemnly swear here, I will carry on Mr. Suwa's legacy, and I will continue to hold the baton of hosting!"

The female reporter cooperated with a very discerning eye: "This is a war letter against the murderer, it's really dangerous!"

"It's okay, I'm not afraid!" Matsuo Takashi waved his hand very imposingly, "If you don't like this show, even if you come at me! I will never run away until the murderer ...... Until the demon who killed Mr. Suwa is caught!"

At this moment, Takashi Matsuo, who had just finished reading the handsome lines, suddenly felt a huge force coming from behind, and the whole person was slammed to the ground.

"Huh, can the camera be turned off temporarily?" a nice female voice sounded behind Takashi Matsuo.

"Sorry, it's a live ......" I don't know which videographer it is.

"Live broadcast? It's nerve-wracking!"