"So, did you call Mr. Suwa?"

The Twilight Police Department and Uncle confronted Takashi Matsuo and a male staff member and asked. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The main thing is to ask the staff.

The staff who heard the inquiry did not dare to hide it, and quickly nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Suwa still picked up at 8:15, and when I called at 8:55, no one answered."

It means that the time of the crime is within these forty minutes.

It also happened to be the time when the show was recorded.

So, if it was really done by Takashi Matsuo, then during this time, it was when the short film was played.

But the short film is only four minutes long, and there is not enough time to run here from above, and then run back after killing people.

"But why are you calling?"

The Twilight Police Department continued to ask.

This is also a matter of course, and may be an important reference.

This time, it was Takashi Matsuo who spoke first.

"I asked him to fight, I was to determine the location of Mr. Suwa, and after he said the show, he wanted to discuss things with me."

That's what he said.

Uncle doesn't believe in such a statement.

Conan didn't believe it either.

But it has not been able to refute it, because so far there is too little evidence.

"Then why didn't you call yourself?"

"Because I was recording a show at that time, and I didn't know Mr. Suwa's number."

Takashi Matsuo replied again.

This is a pre-conceived statement, and it is naturally stress-free to say.

But the uncle squinted his eyes.

One is the host of the show, and the other is the producer of the show, but now the host of the show says that he does not have the number of the producer of the show.

Is this a deception?

The ghost doesn't bother to believe it.

However, as soon as he said this, the uncle felt more and more that the mobile phone might be the key to solving the problem.

But what's going on?

I searched for my pockets, but I couldn't find a cigarette.

I suddenly remembered that because of the recording of the show, I handed over the cigarettes to Xiaolan for safekeeping.

was about to give up, but Xiaolan suddenly appeared and handed over the cigarette.

"Now."

"Ahh

In response, the uncle took the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it, and smoked it.

It's not a craving, it's a habit.

But Xiaolan frowned.

always feels that sometimes, it seems that the uncle is too angry and polite to her.

Obviously a father and daughter, is it necessary to put words like "thank you" on your lips?

In retrospect, this is not the first time.

Uncle always treats her as an outsider when he is inadvertent, and he is very polite.

What's going on?

Moreover, it seems that from a very early age, there was something wrong with the uncle.

It's just that because the usual performance is the same as before, it doesn't make people doubt much.

But now, I always feel a little suspicious.

However, this is indeed her father, Maori Kogoro.

So, is it just an illusion?

Xiaolan frowned.

The girl's instinct told her that things didn't seem so simple.

And Conan too.

This little ghost is sometimes too much like a child.

There's definitely something wrong here, there's a big problem.

Xiaolan began to think about this question.

Conan was also thinking, thinking about the issues related to the case.

The same goes for uncles.

For a rare time, several people were thinking.

Officer Twilight was thinking the same way, but he was different from the three of them.

He is a police officer, and a cop and a detective are different.

Of course, a professional detective like Uncle is also different from a detective like Conan who only works because he is interested.

The uncle didn't think about it for too long, and quickly snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and walked into the crime scene.

Because of the reason that he often interacts with him, the police will not treat him as an irrelevant person, and even cooperate very much.

The body has been examined and is now being prepared to be removed.

The uncle walked over to take a look, but there was not much to gain.

Standing aside, he watched as the two policemen carried the body away on a stretcher, then turned his head and looked at where the body had been before.

Just under the window, sitting there in a slumped position.

On the window glass, there were splashes of blood, which were left along the glass and gradually dried up.

The bullet had pierced the deceased's head and through the window, and now I don't know where it fell.

The uncle touched his chin and looked at the blood stains on the window glass.

Bullets or something, it doesn't seem to matter.

To be honest, the uncle before the crossing did not touch the gun, but because of the crossing, he inherited a good marksmanship.

Maori Kogoro's marksmanship back then, in the police force, was one of the best, and it was very powerful.

If you can have a gun, the uncle's combat effectiveness will also skyrocket.

After all, inherited such an ability.

Just thinking about it, I couldn't help but shake my head.

"Now is not the time to think about that!"

I looked at the blood stains on the window glass.

Shaking his head, he turned around and prepared to leave.

But suddenly, it stopped again.

"Something seems wrong."

Turn around and walk to the window and take a closer look.

Splashes of blood, that's not too much of a problem.

Merely......

"Why isn't there a fringe here?"

The uncle looked at the window frame, which was all on the glass, but the frame embedded in the wall was not.

It stands to reason that the splash of blood should also be left on the frame.

"Do you mean ......?"

A thought crossed my mind, but it wasn't very clear.

I put on white gloves and tried to push the window.

This type of window is different from ordinary windows, and it is a rotating type.

But it's not the kind that rotates left and right, but up and down.

I pushed it up, and when the windows were almost parallel, I stuck my head out again.

Look at the top, and look at the bottom again.

There is also a window above, which appears to be on the seventh floor.

And below, there's nothing special.

"If that's the case......"

The uncle touched his chin, and it seemed that he had already grasped the key.

……

"Hey, you, come here."

The uncle hooked his finger at a police officer in a forensic class.

The young policeman looked around him and saw that he was alone, so he pointed his finger at himself.

"Yes, yes, that's you, come here."

"Oh."

In response, the young policeman quickly ran over.

"Mr. Maori, is there anything wrong with you?"

"See this window? Now, go downstairs, right under this window, and look for it. ”

"Looking for what?"

The young policeman said he didn't understand.

The uncle looked around, leaned into his ear and whispered a word.

"Got it? If you understand, go ahead. ”

"Uh-oh."

Nodding, the young policeman quickly left again.

The uncle, on the other hand, walked outside and stood there against the wall.

He pulled out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and smoked it.

Smoke surrounds and the smell of secondhand smoke makes people feel bad.

Xiaolan frowned.

But the uncle only twitches his eyes when he thinks, and he basically doesn't smoke at all.

She is not an unreasonable person, so she naturally knows that this is just the habit of her uncle when he thinks, so she didn't say anything.

It's just that I feel more and more that the uncle seems to be really different from before.

Just thinking about it, I found that the uncle hooked the corners of his mouth and showed a smile.

Indeed, it was different long ago.

In the past, the uncle behaved ordinary, but he never worked as seriously as he does now.

I remember that when my uncle was working hard, it seems that it was when he was still a police officer.

At that time, the uncle was still very handsome.

After leaving the police force, it became a lot more decadent and obscene.

It's just that, looking at the uncle at this time, Xiaolan felt again.

Perhaps, the handsome father in his memory has never left.