In the staff canteen of the daily sales TV station, Gao Cheng took a few children to order a table of dishes, the price is not expensive, but it is not cheap, mainly because these guys actually ordered a dessert pudding that is more expensive than the outside.

Gao Cheng glanced at the children who were feasting with resentment, only Conan and Xiao Ai and Ayumi were more restrained, Yuan Tai, this guy, can simply participate in the Big Stomach King challenge.

"Hey, Mrs. Yuan, do you usually eat like this at home?"

"I can't get enough of these at all...... "Yuan Tai still looked at the eel rice he had eaten.

"Hehe," Gao Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, "I can eat more than adults, and I may be able to participate in the next day to sell TV Big Stomach King Challenge......"

Yuan Tai snorted in wonder: "Didn't Brother Chenghu still win the Big Stomach King Championship?" ”

"Because the opponent is only that uncle......"

Gao Cheng snatched a piece of fried chicken from under Conan's chopsticks, and looked at the TV station employees at the table next to him, as if complaining about the sponsor of the show this time.

"That's right," a short and thin young man grumbled, "It's not a show at all, the pre-selected competitions are completely messy, the best in the physical competition is eliminated, the voice is also eliminated, and even the best Chinese characters are not ......selected."

"I was on the other side of the physical competition, and I said that it was more than the number of push-ups I did in three minutes, but someone couldn't do 180 of them!"

"What the hell is that Kojima president thinking?"

"Not only that, but there were originally five places reserved for the final, but in the end, only three people qualified for the final......

Gao Cheng heard the voices of several people complaining, his heart moved slightly, and he looked at Yuan Tai in surprise.

Just now, Yuantai's father sent a message saying that he had successfully entered the finals, and asked Yuantai to go to the audience of the fifth studio to cheer.

What exactly are you going to choose for this competition?

After the meal, Gao Cheng led everyone into the fifth studio to answer the scene of intelligence and occupied the position early.

There were already a lot of spectators at the scene, most of them were family and friends of the contestants, and the stage was ready, and it seemed to be a normal show, but I heard that the program producer was quite resentful, and he also asked the program sponsor Kojima to protest.

"It's almost time!"

Yuan Tai said nervously: "Dad, he's okay, right?" ”

"Don't worry, Motota," Mitsuhiko cheered, "Your dad will win!" The prize is equivalent to 60 million ......"

Gao Cheng hugged his arms, out of step with the noise around him.

It's not just 60 million, that painting is very significant, it's strange to take it out and give it away, and the tryouts are so child's play.

It seems that there is some other purpose......

Gao Cheng's thoughts were flying, and an employee of a daily TV station suddenly came over anxiously, and when he saw Gao Cheng in the audience, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly rushed over.

"Detective Joto!"

The person who came didn't seem to want to make a noise, and after finding Gao Cheng, he looked embarrassed: "Can you come out for a while, Detective Chenghu?" ”

"What's wrong?"

Gao Cheng asked Conan to take care of Ayumi a few times, and followed the staff out of the table in confusion.

Just at this time, another employee walked onto the stage in anticipation.

"Uh," the employee said with a hard look on his face, holding the microphone, "I'm very sorry...... This Kojima selection contest was terminated for some reason......"

"What?!"

"What are you kidding?"

There was an uproar in the audience, and the audience rushed forward, making the staff scramble to apologize again and again, Conan, who was still watching Gao Cheng leave, was suddenly shocked, and after finding that there were blood stains on the cuffs of the staff, he hurriedly explained to Ayumi a few times: "I'll go and see, you stay here and don't move!" ”

Xiao Ai has a black line, and in the end she still wants her to take care of a few children.

"Could something be wrong?" Ayumi worried, "That person called Brother Joto out just now. ”

Xiao Ai looked at the restless Yuan Tai and said calmly: "There are city households...... My brother is here, it's going to be fine, we'll just wait here. ”

"Hmmm......"

Outside the studio, there was already a commotion at the other end of the corridor, Gao Cheng followed the staff to the staircase quickly, and immediately saw everyone gathered on the side, a person fell to the ground, and blood continued to flow from the back of his head.

"It's President Kojima!" The staff member on the side hurriedly explained, "The president has stumbled down the stairs!" ”

"Did you call an ambulance?"

"Scream, scream! Said it would be ...... in 10 minutes."

Gao Cheng squatted next to the fat corpse of Kojima Quansa, a fat old man in a suit, the body shape was about the same as Dr. Asasa, and he also had a Mediterranean hairstyle, but his face was richer.

This person is President Kojima, the patron of this show......

Gao Cheng frowned to check the situation.

Kojima was lying on his back on the ground, his eyes wide open, and the blood on his head was splattered, he must have fallen down the stairs, and it seemed that he could not be saved.

Another homicide......

Gao Cheng swept the fat old man's clenched right finger, and there was a fragment of paper in the middle.

"Did you see him fall?" Gao Cheng asked the staff around him.

"Ah, no," the staff who were still at a loss waited for Gao Cheng, who was already relieved, and responded, "I heard a loud bang and President Kojima's shouting, and by the time I rushed over, President Kojima had already collapsed here......"

"Then call the police." Gao Cheng said in a deep voice.

"Huh?" The staff was taken aback, "It's difficult, is it ...... the president?"

"It's very likely, if you fall down the stairs, you can't still hold a piece of paper in your hand, it should be pulled from somewhere at the moment of losing your balance......

Gao Cheng looked at the top of the stairs, and when the staff called the police, he continued to ask: "What about the employees who notified the cancellation of the show in the studio just now?" He got blood on his cuffs......"

"This ...... When he came with us, he was going to pick up President Kojima, but it may have been bloody......"

"Didn't you see anyone else when you came?" Conan asked, tilting his little face to the side.

"No," the staff were stunned when they saw that it was Conan who was following Gao Cheng, and replied honestly, "Because we came over soon, we didn't think too much about it......"

"Detective Joto," a glasses uncle walked over and saw the chairman of Kojima on the ground, his face was slightly pale, "Maybe they did it, it's the three people who qualified for the finals......"

"You are?" Gao Cheng looked at the visitor in surprise.

"I'm the president's secretary," Uncle Glasses said in a cold sweat, "Actually, just now, the president said that he would go to rest alone to meet the winners, so I waited in the other room with the staff......"

"He's alone?"

"Yes, I said that I deserved the honor of being the winner of the Kojima Contest, but I didn't expect it to become like this in a blink of an eye......"

"Deserve the honor......" Gao Cheng's mind was racing, and he vaguely thought of something.

Is this Kojima president himself looking for a murderer?

Two of the three scrolls are missing, and one of them is used as a prize or as a bait, and the opponent will come to the contest if they want to collect it.

So the other two scrolls were stolen.

It's true that the child's play should be a trap, but I don't know what happened later, and President Kojima was killed.

It's a dangerous world, and even such rich people are not exempt from vulgarity.

Gao Cheng sighed lightly and stood up, his eyes turning to the three players who happened to come down from the upper floor.

No matter what, as a detective, you always have to find the truth and find out the murderer, and no one should rob him......