"The deceased Michihiko Suwa, 37 years old, a program producer at Nikmii TV, the murder weapon was a pistol......" The Twilight Police Department said as he made a record on a piece of paper, looked at the clock above the window, and couldn't help but sigh, "A shot hit the head and pierced the glass ......"

"It's you again." Tang Ze walked into the room with a smile, "Do you want coffee?" Always work overtime and pay attention to your body. ”

The Twilight Police Department looked at the two people who walked in one after the other, and greeted them habitually: "Thank you, this kind of overtime allowance is never reported by the police department...... Broke the bank. ”

"You're working hard." Handing another cup of a certain Buck in his hand to the Twilight Police Department, Tang Ze looked at the deceased who was surrounded by police officers: "The murderer's marksmanship is very good." ”

"Oh? What are your thoughts? The attention of the Dusk Police Department suddenly shifted to him.

"Blood spilled on the front of the window." The hand holding the coffee cup was erected, and Tang Ze nodded at the very conspicuous pool of blood on the window, "The gunshot wound is a scene that I have been in contact with a lot, although the detailed bloodstain analysis will be more complicated and requires some laboratory operations, but I deduce that the shot that hit the deceased's head had a shooting distance of about 10 meters." ”

"10 meters?" The Twilight Police Department looked at where the deceased was sitting down, looked at the length of the room, and said suspiciously, "Then the gunman must at least be standing in the hallway...... Are you sure this data is reliable? ”

Tang Ze nodded without hesitation.

It's not 10 meters, this is a TV station building, not a residential building, the height of the floor is not low, the murderer hit the deceased on the 4th floor from the position of the 7th floor, 10 meters is definitely there.

"But, Wise Gentleman, there are other bullet marks on the wall." The police officer, who was busy collecting evidence, pointed to a few other bullet holes in the wall, "It's possible that the gunman fired a few random shots and happened to hit, right?" ”

Tang Ze snorted lightly and took a sip of coffee: "You can let the forensics department come to the scene to do ballistic analysis and restoration, but I insist on my point of view, the murderer is a skilled gunman with excellent marksmanship, and he kills with one shot, hitting the vital point." ”

After saying this judgment, Tang Ze turned his eyes to Takashi Matsuo, who was standing on the other side of the room.

"What do you mean by that?" Matsuo Takashi jumped on his temples and jumped up in reflex, "Are you doubting me?" ”

"How so." Tang Ze bent his eyes, "Good marksmanship, aren't there still me and the Maori detective?" Don't be so sensitive, Mr. Matsuo. ”

After saying this, Tang Ze was secretly happy.

Yes, yes, choose one of the three, that's the right taste.

This kid is actually more difficult to deal with than the more famous Maori Kogoro, how did he lock himself in all of a sudden?

Matsuo Takashi gritted his teeth, his heart was crossed, and according to the script he had prepared a long time ago, he began to perform: "But if you want to say who killed him...... It's really me, it's all my fault! ”

Putting his hand in his pocket, Tang Ze glanced at Conan, who was also holding hot coffee in his hand, and also stared at Takashi Matsuo intently, and smiled.

"He came to this room alone because he was waiting for me......" Takashi Matsuo said, his voice choked, and two lines of tears slid down, "He said that there was something important to talk about today, and I originally said that when the show was over, we could have a meal together and sit down to talk about it, but he disagreed, saying that this was an important conversation that could not be heard by others...... That's why he's here alone. Suwa is the soul of our show...... Why did he ......?"

His voice grew unsustainable in the midst of whimpering cries, and he looked sad and unable to extricate himself.

As he spoke, the police officers who had finished filming the scene and drew the white lines put Michihiko Suwa's body in a body bag, put it on a stretcher and began to carry it.

Takashi Matsuo held the stretcher, cried restrainedly, and followed the stretcher to the door, as if expressing his reluctance to his friend.

"Suwa's body has been transported!" Before everyone in the room could express their opinions on his eloquent performance, a high-pitched female voice rang out in the hallway.

Several reporters ran out of the stairs and surrounded Takashi Matsuo, who came out, and several cameras dutifully gave a few close-ups of the stretcher that could be roughly seen in human form.

Someone else standing in the room and watching this scene on TV: "......"

"Wow." Tang Ze let out an exclamation of unknown significance.

"What's wrong, wise brother?" Thinking he had made something new, the Twilight Police Department turned their heads.

"No, I'm just a little surprised." Tang Ze looked at the microphones stretched out in front of Matsuo in the picture, and his tone was amazed, "This TV can only receive the real-time signal of Nippon Sale TV Station, right?" In other words, this is a live broadcast of their evening news? Some colleagues died in the TV station building, and their first reaction was to bring in cameras to broadcast live...... Wow. ”

The Twilight Police Department was stunned, and looked at the TV, and his expression became strange.

"Is this a media person?" Tang Ze sighed.

In the picture, the reporters surrounding Takashi Matsuo threw questions at him like cannons.

"'Mr. Matsuo, how do you feel right now when the producer of the program was killed in the TV station building while you were hosting the show?' ”

"'Mr. Matsuo, do you have anything to say to the murderer?' ”

"'Is it possible that this case was an attack on the production team because of dissatisfaction with the entertainment crime of the show?' ”

"'It's rumored that the producer of Suwa doesn't agree with you, and he plans to change the host chosen, is it possible that you are a fan ......'"

"'Enough!' Before he could finish speaking, Takashi Matsuo's eyes widened and he let out an angry shout, "'Please don't slander Mr. Suwa! ’”

After he finished shouting, he pursed his lips and turned his head slightly, as if he was holding back his emotions, and said tremblingly: "'There has been such a rumor recently, but in the end, Mr. Suwa, he still adheres to the purpose of our show, and hopes that I will continue to host and maintain the variety show style...... Tonight, we were meant to discuss this, so we agreed to meet here......"

"This guy, the case is still being solved, how can he disclose the details of the investigation?" The Twilight Police Department rolled her eyes and instructed the police officers behind her, "Let him stop talking, no, bring him over directly, the matter hasn't been clarified yet!" ”

"'Here I solemnly swear! I will inherit Mr. Suwa's will and resolutely keep my post! Takashi Matsuo has gradually turned from sadness to anger, the emotional expression is rich, the changes are natural, the lines in the roar are still clearly recognizable, and he also shows excellent hosting skills, "'We will use the show to deal with this incident and go all out to hunt down the murderer!'" ’”

"'Oh! Are you writing a war against the murderer, Mr. Matsuo, it's very risky! The tone of the reporter next to him was full of excitement, not at all like persuasion, but like to say, "Is there anything else, do you have some more?"

"'If you don't like this show, you can come at me!'" I'm not going to run away! Takashi Matsuo glared ahead and roared at the camera, "'The demon who killed Mr. Suwa, no matter where you are, I will not let you go!'" ’”

His tears were gushing down his cheeks at this moment, like a textbook-level victim's family.

The plot is complete, logically coherent, vivid and touching.

"Is this a media person?" Tang Ze took a sip of coffee and sighed again.

(End of chapter)