"Fujino-kun?"

"Officer Sato?"

At the scene of the crime, Fujino heard a familiar voice and turned his head to look, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Miwako Sato, who led a team of people to the scene.

"Why are you here?"

Miwako Sato was the first to come to Fujino.

"I was invited to participate in a variety show."

Fujino scratched the back of his head, "Who knew that this happened just after the show was recorded............"

"I see."

Looking at Fujino in front of her, Miwako Sato couldn't help but sigh leisurely.

This guy, like Kudo Shinichi, can encounter cases wherever he goes.

Subsequently, she led the accompanying police to begin a search of the crime scene.

Suwa's body collapsed in front of the windowsill of the conference room on the fourth floor, bullets passing through his skull and through the glass behind him.

At the same time, the splatters of blood stained the glass of the tumbling windows red.

Next to his body, there was also a pistol, as well as a portable phone.

The top half of the portable phone is stained red.

After an investigation by the police of the Forensic Division, two bullet holes were found in the wall behind Michihiko Suwa's body.

There are two on the poster, and one next to the alarm clock on the top, and the warhead is embedded in the wall.

In the corner of the conference room, the police collected four remaining bullet casings.

It coincides with the projectile that remained on the wall and pierced Michihiko Suwa's skull.

After interviewing and investigating the people around him, the time of the victim's death can also be basically determined, which is about 8:15 to 8:55 between the recording of the program.

…………

Fujino stood on the side of the crime scene, staring gloomily at the corpse lying on the ground not far away.

There was no discomfort, and there was no feeling of sadness............

Pure, just staring at a cold corpse.

Before he knew it, he was numb.

Thinking of this, Fujino shook his head and stripped unrealistic thoughts out of his head.

Conan's more than 1,000 episodes of the case, even if he watched all the plots from a third-person perspective in his previous life, he can personally experience that without systematic prompts, it is inevitable that there will still be some omissions.

Putting away his thoughts, Fujino took a deep breath and shouted at Miwako Sato, "I already know the murderer's method of killing Mr. Suwa!" ”

"So fast?"

Miwako Sato turned her head to look at Fujino when she heard the sound, and couldn't help but be stunned.

It's not because of Fujino's speed in solving crimes.

It's just the expression on Fujino's face at this time............ It's too deep.

"I don't think Mr. Suwa was actually shot from the front, but from above."

As he spoke, Fujino also pointed to the right side of his forehead, "Generally speaking, if it is a frontal shot penetrating, then the bullet hole should form a parallel line in the front, right?" ”

"From above?"

Hearing this, Miwako Sato frowned.

After quickly examining the bullet holes on the corpse, he nodded, "If it was shot from the front, then the direction of the bullet hole penetration should indeed be relative, but the bullet hole on this corpse showed a diagonal line, from the upper right part of the forehead to the lower left of the cerebellum." ”

"And then there's that window."

As he spoke, Fujino pointed to the window behind Michihiko Suwa's body and said in a deep voice, "If Mr. Suwa was killed in front of the window, then it stands to reason that the window should be full of blood, but except for the glass, there is no blood on the window frame." ”

"So I deduced that the murderer was not Michihiko Suwa, who killed him head-on, but shot vertically from mid-air."

As he spoke, Fujino walked to the window and leaned against the window to demonstrate in person, "The murderer first lured Mr. Suwa to poke his head out of the window, and then took the opportunity to shoot him directly down in a room upstairs. ”

"But why did Mr. Suwa lean out of the window to give the murderer an opportunity to kill him............

As she spoke, Miwako Sato's words came to an abrupt end.

Then he looked at the blood-stained mobile phone next to the corpse: "Is it ............?"

"That's right."

Fujino nodded at Miwako Sato and pointed his finger at Takashi Matsuo: "The murderer is none other than Takashi Matsuo, who is the host." ”

"He first created the bullet holes in this room, and then, while the studio was playing an advertisement, he ran to the corresponding room on the top of the corresponding floor under the pretext of having a stomach upset, called Mr. Suwa, lured him to the window, and shot him............ After that, the gun was thrown in again. ”

"That way, he's got a full alibi!"

"Just check his cell phone to determine if he actually called Mr. Suwa."

"After all, a portable mobile phone like Big Brother can remember the last dialed number ............"

Under Fujino's reasoning, Takashi Matsuo quickly confessed to his actions.

At the same time, the police found the gunsmoke reaction on the top of the room on the seventh floor, and also found the deadly warhead downstairs.

Takashi Matsuo shot because he didn't have time to prepare in a hurry, and his sleeve was also reacted to by gunsmoke.

And just like that, the case came to an end.

Late at night.

Snowflakes are falling slightly, the road surface is dyed white, and a few wheels are printed on the snow-white street.

After solving the case, Fujino rode a motorcycle on the road back to 5-chome from the TV station.

Watching the scattered snowflakes hit the windshield of his helmet, Fujino couldn't help but sigh leisurely.

Obviously it was a warm and sunny day yesterday, why did the snow fall today?

This ghost weather in Kexue World is really as weird as time......

Putting away his thoughts, he cast his afterglow in the rearview mirror, stared at the reflected headlights, and frowned: "It won't be so coincidental along the way, will it?" ”

In the snow, less than a dozen meters behind him, a white flat-headed mud truck was also driving on the snowy street.

The mud truck has high beams on, so it doesn't have a good view of what's going on inside the cab.

From the very beginning, the mud truck has been following his ass, and even following him, and has already turned several corners.

"Why is that mud truck still following me?"

Fujino's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he deliberately turned in the opposite direction of home.

Looking at the rearview mirror again, the mud truck behind him is still closely following.

"You're coming at me?"

Fujino's hand clenched the handlebars of the motorcycle, and he stared at the mud cart in the rearview mirror, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

[Detective Enhancement has been enabled: 200% Enhancement of the Host's Body]

"Buzz!"

System enhancement has just been enabled.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from behind him.

The mud truck, which was still driving at a constant speed behind it, suddenly accelerated, and the tires made a screeching sound due to the lack of friction.

Then, the mud truck rushed straight towards Fujino's motorcycle at a speed of seventy or eighty kilometers per hour.