Choose to be a scumbag in Conan

The life of the senior year is very busy. After opening your eyes and washing, you must immediately enter the learning mode.

In addition to taking a break between classes and lunch breaks, the rest of the time is devoted to learning.

It wasn't until twelve o'clock in the evening that the study mode ended and I had a comfortable sleep.

When Yoko Okino was busy, it was even more outrageous than the schedule of the third year students of the Celestial Dynasty!

At least they can sleep from twelve o'clock in the evening to six in the morning.

And Yoko Okino has no fixed sleep time at all. Maybe four hours of sleep today and two hours tomorrow.

Sometimes the shooting place is far away, so she can only rest on the transportation.

Such high-intensity work, Rao Shi Lin Yi shook his head when he saw it.

However, these itineraries were chosen by Yoko Okino.

Obviously, she also knew that she couldn't keep going on fire, so she wanted to take advantage of the fire to return the fire, desperately answer the announcement, and make more money.

"Let's go... Let's go to the neighborhood to eat something, and then come back to watch Miss Yoko's filming."

Mouri Kogoro said and walked out the door.

As soon as he walked out the door, he saw a staff member rushed over in a panic. After seeing Kogoro Maori, he shouted like he saw a savior: "Detective Maori... something happened... something happened, please follow me. Come on."

Mouri Kogoro saw his panicked look and said, "Calm down first... What happened?"

The staff member bent down on his knees, panting heavily and said, "Suwa... Editor Suwa, in the mixing room on the fourth floor, was killed!"

"What!" Mouri Kogoro was taken aback. He had only been in contact with the other party not long ago, so why did he suddenly die?

Mouri Kogoro realized the seriousness of the matter and said, "Have you called the police?"

"Report... The police have been called."

"The fourth floor, right? I'll go down right now."

Mouri Kogoro didn't delay for a moment, and flew out immediately.

"gross profit……"

Before Lin Yi finished speaking, he saw Kogoro Mouri running to the entrance of the stairs, jumping down on the handrail in one breath, and the person instantly disappeared from sight.

"Hey……"

Lin Yi wondered if Mauri Kogoro's memory was not very good. When he came up, Yoko Okino had said that there was also an elevator on the ninth floor, but it was in the opposite direction.

Lin Yi didn't want to run, he glanced at his watch, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

Coincidentally, Takashi Matsuo, like himself, walked towards the elevator in the opposite direction.

Chapter 180

After entering the elevator, Lin Yi pressed the fourth floor.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or not. In the elevator, there was no one other than Lin Yi and Takashi Matsuo.

Although Lin Yi didn't turn his head, he could see Takashi Matsuo standing behind him through the elevator door, turning his head to look at himself.

Looking at his actions, it's like saying, "Bring out your reasoning skills in the studio just now and catch me."

Lin Yi said, "Mr. Matsuo."

"Huh? What's wrong? Assistant Lin." Takashi Matsuo said.

"Suwa's editor...you heard about it." Lin Yi lowered his voice, making Takashi Matsuo sound a vague oppressive daring.

"Well... I heard the words of the mountain when I went out."

Takashi Matsuo frowned, he didn't like Lin Yi's voice at the moment, as if it was like in a Japanese drama, a criminal police interrogate a prisoner.

"Mr. Matsuo, since you are in charge of hosting this detective-type show, you should be familiar with the term murder, right?"

"Well... that's true." Takashi Matsuo didn't know why, he felt like he was being targeted by a poisonous snake, and he felt uncomfortable for no reason. He tried to grab the right to talk: "But if it is the scene of the murder, then I am See you for the first time..."

Lin Yi ignored his second half sentence and continued: "Mr. Matsuo, did you know? An FBI expert once published such a paper on murder, and he pointed out in the paper... 9% of the world Ten's murders are all vendettas."

"That is to say, whenever there is a murder case, once the police determine that it is a murder case, they will immediately investigate in the direction of vendetta... The first suspects are the friends who have had conflicts with him, A loved one, a loved one or even a colleague."

The words "colleague" were like needles, as if they were pierced into Matsuo Takashi's body, his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Is that so?" Takashi Matsuo tried his best to calm himself down, he even tried to hide it with a smile, but he found that he really couldn't smile.

He tentatively said: "Assistant Lin...you told me this, are you doubting me?"

"Well, I heard some rumors from other staff before, saying that you and the editor Suwa had some conflicts recently."

Lin Yi turned back slowly and glanced at Takashi Matsuo: "So later, Mr. Mouri and I will investigate your body, you have to be mentally prepared..."

"Of course there is no problem." Takashi Matsuo said with a smile, "I will definitely cooperate with the police investigation."

"Really? That's good..." Lin Yi retracted his gaze and said again, "I still remember... when you came back from the bathroom during the halfway break, you were sweating profusely."

When the words came to this, the elevator door just opened with a ding.

Lin Yi ignored Takashi Matsuo's expression and left the elevator door.

Looking at Lin Yi's back, Matsuo Takashi unconsciously bit his lip. If someone touched his back, he would definitely find that he was sweating a lot, as if he had just returned to the studio.

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After Lin Yi came to the scene of the murder, Maori Kogoro hadn't run down yet.

He glanced at his watch and noted the time.

Showing his identity, Lin Yi glanced at the corpse of Editor Suwa in the mixing room, pushing away the crowd of melon eaters who were watching the fun.

A shot hit the head, and it was cool on the spot, and it was too late to make any sound, but even if he could make a sound, it was useless.

This is a mixing room, and the sound insulation effect is of course needless to say. Even if he screams out of his throat, people outside may not be able to hear it.

The blood splashed out from the head, like a balloon filled with water that was punctured by a needle, and scattered everywhere.

To be honest, Lin Yi did not have much sympathy for the death of this Suwa editor.

Because this guy deserves to die.

The program that the two collaborated on was originally agreed to be your program editor, and I will be the host.