There were only six people in total, and the manpower was too tight.

No, it's just very excessive.

Hiromitsu Mori, a forensic doctor of the six, is now examining the body, and since there are no forensic personnel, Shiratori is in charge of the limited investigation of the crime scene.

The suspects were all taken to their respective rooms, and Kenji Yugi surveyed the corridor to make sure they didn't run around and exchange 'confessions' with each other.

Kumanin Kato and Goose Nakamura were in charge of surveying the outside of the mansion, while Mizuma was in charge of questioning everyone and surveying their respective rooms.

After communicating with the land with the radio device he had brought with him, Mizuma began his work.

Because he didn't want to deal with that group of high school detectives, Mizuma Yue first chose the director Hiroo Ao, one of the two program staff.

Walking into Hiroo Ao's room, Mizuma Moon found that this person was actually drinking in the room, and his heart was really big.

"Mr. Officer...... I ...... I'm not a murderer!" The drunken Hiroo Hiroo didn't panic at all when he saw Mizumatsuki.

"Mr. Tsuneo, why did you come here to produce a show with alcohol?" Mizuma asked with a frown.

Drinking during the production of the show itself is an unprofessional cash-out, and most of the people who drink like to have as many drinking friends as possible, is it possible that this tail is going to pull those four high school students to drink together?

"The show doesn't go on all the time, so what's the point of drinking a little in the interval?" Hiroo said with a burp and a nonchalant look.

Mizuma Moon has already judged in her heart that there is something wrong with this person, and Nippon Sale TV, as a larger TV station, should not appoint this kind of director who is a hanger, especially in this era of popular reasoning for detective-related programs, such as Uncle Mori occasionally appears on the screen, that is, to cooperate with Miss Yoko Okino, who is extremely popular (but there are also rumors that it is because only Yoko Okino can attract Uncle Mori to participate in the show).

Even if these young detectives are not as popular as Uncle Maori, the daily sale TV station should not hand over important projects to a guy who is not in the stream.

Mizumatsuki really doesn't know what a dedicated director should look like, but he thinks it shouldn't be like this, at least the people Mizumatsuki knows whose work is related to TV shows, such as Mikami Da tutoring and others, there is absolutely no way to find such an unobtrusive person.

"Since it's a recording show, where is the camera? Speaking of which, I haven't seen it since I got to the island. Mizuma took a look around the room.

As mentioned earlier, the rooms here are very basic, with only a bed, a table and a chair in each room, as well as a pot of lavender and a toolbox.

There was a small bag thrown in the corner, which looked like Hiroo Ao's luggage, but the size of the backpack didn't look like it could fit a video recorder, and it was about the same as an ordinary camera.

"I didn't ...... There are cameras, there are surveillance cameras in every room, put these little ...... The detective's performances are all ...... Record it all and go back and edit it into a show. Hiroo Ao, under the influence of alcohol, couldn't speak, and pointed to the monitor in the corner and explained to Mizumatsuki.

Can you also watch programs from the camera perspective? Mizumatsuki's eyes widened, and she shouted in her heart that it was unreliable.

"Alas...... You're not a director, are you? At least not a director of a Japanese TV station. Mizuma sighed and asked.

"Why, how can it be! Look, I'm wearing a staff outfit!" Taken aback by Mizuma's words, Hiroo Hiroo hurriedly pointed to his yellow vest with the logo of the Nikmai TV station and said.

"First of all, let's not talk about whether you are professional as a director, in fact, the logo of the Japanese buy TV station on your uniform is reversed, it seems that you don't usually watch the programs of the Japanese buy TV station, right?"

"This, this, this...... This is...... Actually, I lost my clothes and was embarrassed to report it, so I secretly bought one myself...... I didn't expect it to be fake. Hiroo immediately argued.

"Nonsense. Mizumatsuki pouted: "Do you think it's a policeman's gun? I don't dare to tell others if I lose it, and if you are a real staff, don't say if you can see that the sign is wrong, your colleagues will always see it, right?"

"It's dark under the foot tire......" Hiroshi was still stiff-mouthed.

"Bang!" Mizumayue slapped heavily on the table in front of Hiroo Ao, and said viciously: "I'll tell you! Now there is a murder case here, and you obviously have a problem now, if you still hide it and don't report it, then I don't need to investigate the case now, I just need to arrest you back and interrogate you slowly! Even if you can't get tried, you can take the blame for the real murderer!"

"I'm I, I'm I, I'm going to say!" The intimidation was really good, and Hiroshi Hiroshi was frightened to wake up, and said like a cannon: "I'm really not a director, in fact, I just have a dream of making a TV show, someone told me a few days ago that he is a person from a daily TV station, and they want to produce a program to recruit a temporary director, and the deposit is 500,000, if no one is discovered, then 500,000, even if it is discovered, as long as you grit your teeth and don't admit it, you can get the deposit in the end! I really didn't kill anyone, officer!"

"What a dream, you're just in it for the money!" "Tell you to hide it from those detectives in the end, not from the police!"

"I thought you were just part of the show, and I was dizzy. Hiroo shrunk his neck.

"It's really dead, how can it be part of the show. "Mizuma has nothing to say about this person.

"Forget it, give me your script. Mizuma reached out and asked for the script.

"What script?" Hiroo Ao, with a blank expression.

"Of course it's the script of the show, doesn't anyone tell you what to do? You play freely?" Unlike scaring him just now, Mizuma Moon is really a little angry.

"Oh oh, there's something like that. Hiroshi's neck was almost gone, and he ran to his duffel bag in a panic, pouting his ass and turning out a crumpled word.

The words on the paper are typed out on a typewriter and are very concise.

That is to say...... He appointed you to be responsible for hiring the butler of Ryozo Koya, and then summoned these people to meet with the designated boat, and brought everyone here for a show, and the cameras are not under your control, and you don't even know if these cameras are on, do you?" Mizuma asked Hiroo with a sneer.

There was no room for Hiroshi's neck to continue to shrink, and his chubby head sat directly on his shoulder, looking a little funny, and asked tremblingly, "Yes...... Questions?"

"Yes, and it's a big problem!" Mizuma yelled angrily.

Kenji Yuuki, who was inspecting the strange white debris inside the crack in the floor of the hallway, turned his head to look at Hiroo Ao's room, and just now he seemed to hear the roaring voice of the Mizuma Police Department coming from inside.

Shrugging his shoulders, Kenji Yuuki finally pulled out some of the crumbs, and when he looked closely, he found that they were just dried and broken petals, and he couldn't help but be disappointed.