Conan’s Mouri Kogoro

"I'm sorry, Steward Sato, there was an accident in the live broadcast, and the stadium match should be impossible. Please help me apologize to Her Royal Highness."

Butler Sato gently stroked his ears at this time, as if he was talking to someone, and no one dared to disturb him.

Steward Sato finally finished speaking, turned his head and glanced at Miyamoto Takeichi coldly: "The princess said, deceive the royal family, you know the consequences."

After saying that, the Sato steward ignored anyone and turned away.

Takeshi Miyamoto's expression changed, and it was extremely ugly. He glanced at Kogoro Mouri, who was calm and composed in front of him: "Okay, since you want to see Matsuo's plan, let's take a look."

"Vice President, let me cut the live broadcast of this detective to the live broadcast of our Golden Music Festival. I want to see what shocking secrets this little-known detective has to reveal for us." Miyamoto Wu made a decision, and the vice president on the side quickly followed suit.

The old guy slowly left with a cane: Since you are stubborn, don't blame me for ruining your reputation. It's worth taking you to dispel the princess' anger.

Seeing this inexplicable change, Maori couldn't help but be ecstatic. He was worrying about how to complete the second mission, which was famous in Kyoto. He didn't expect to send a pillow when he was drowsy, and he didn't know how to thank the butler just now.

And Officer Mumu couldn't help frowning when he saw Mouri Kogoro, but he knew who the butler Sato was just now, and who was behind him. As long as there was anything wrong with Mouri Kogoro today, he would be greeted by a situation of no redemption. .

In the golden live broadcast hall on the eleventh floor, Girls' Generation had already performed five songs, and suddenly the music stopped, and the huge screen on the stage showed the picture of Kogoro Maori, and the picture immediately spread, revealing On the TV screens of thousands of households, on the huge screens in shopping malls everywhere.

"Nani?"

Thousands of spectators were surprised. They were enjoying the dance of Girls' Generation, but they suddenly turned into a handsome middle-aged uncle. They knew that there had been an accident at this golden music festival, but they didn't expect the accident. Happened again.

At this time, Takeichi Miyamoto's old voice came out through the microphone: "Everyone who is watching Kyoto TV, I am Takeichi Miyamoto, the president of the TV station. On behalf of the TV station, I apologize to all of you. There was an accident in today's live broadcast. Mr. Quan Zhilong, the singer who was originally scheduled to play the final match in the hall, died in the mixing room on the third floor of our TV station. Now, the name in front of you is Kogoro Mauri. He said that he understood the truth. Next Give him the time."

As soon as these words were said, there was an uproar. The most popular music program in the country had a death incident. This is a big event.

The paparazzi reporters hurriedly drove towards the TV station one by one, and the viewers locked on the Kyoto TV station and paid their full attention.

In various high-end shopping malls, people shopping in the square stopped one after another when they saw this scene, not even leaving the taxi.

This is the first time in history that the truth is deduced live.

And Quan Zhilong's fans couldn't believe it one by one. They found out that Quan Zhilong's corpse was cut out on TV, and he died miserably, and they were all heartbroken.

Girls' Generation on the stage panicked one by one, watching this scene and didn't know what to do. Soon, in the direction of the backstage curtain, Takashi Matsuo sighed, what should come will always come, he stepped on the stage and let Girls' Generation take the lead. Leave, and deal with the accident yourself.

Maori Kogoro took the microphone and said, "During the live broadcast of the Golden Music Festival today, at 8 o'clock tonight, the well-known artist Quan Zhilong was shot in the closed mixing room on the third floor. Blast to death."

"What's surprising is that there is only one key in that mixing room, and the only key is Michihiko Suwa, the tuner in the mixing room, but Michihiko Suwa has been staying on the 11th floor tonight. In the live broadcast room of 2019, I only left the live broadcast room at more than nine o'clock, and the key was always on me, so this is an impossible case."

Maori Kogoro's language talent is excellent, and a few words are introduced into the game, which makes people unable to stop thinking.

"After some investigation by me, the murderer of this murder case is at the show of the Golden Music Festival." Hearing this, the live broadcast hall immediately began to burst into commotion.

"That's right, the person standing in the middle of the stage right now, Mr. Takashi Matsuo, the murderer is you."

As soon as I said this, there was an uproar in the audience and the audience watching the show across the country. Although Takashi Matsuo was known as the famous person that Neon wanted to beat up the most, but such a person committed murder, no one could believe it.

This is a familiar face. Every night, he can be seen procrastinating to announce the ranking, but suddenly he becomes a murderer, and everyone shouts that it is impossible.

"Mr. Maori, are you joking? I've been hosting the show in the live broadcast hall tonight, and I've been making announcements. My voice can be heard by the audience all over the country, and everyone can prove it for me."

The two sides are in a state of joint sound. The editor operates the machine at a very fast speed. The two pictures are immediately cut out and put together. Mouri Kogoro and Matsuo Takashi compete against each other.

Chapter 0021 Major Case Solved

"Yes, Matsuo Planning has indeed been controlling today's live broadcast from the backstage position. I also saw it. Mr. Matsuo has been there all the time except for the ad break at exactly eight o'clock." Mouri Kogoro's eyes were sharp.

Takashi Matsuo started to sweat from behind: "Mr. Mori is joking? Didn't I already explain it, I just went to the toilet at that time, and besides, the commercial time was only five minutes, the elevator was broken, and we ran down together. Well, it's much more than five minutes."

The editor's technique was very fast, and he quickly cut out the time for the Takagi test to run from the 11th floor to the 3rd floor in the picture, and there must be at least seven or eight minutes back and forth.

Takagi jumped up excitedly when he saw this scene: "I'm on TV, I'm on TV."

Maori Kogoro grinned, and the charm of a mature man was transmitted through the screen to the hearts of the female viewers who were watching. This uncle is really handsome.

"There is not enough time to run from the 11th floor to the 3rd floor mixing room, but if you go to the 9th floor general store, then there is more than enough time, Mr. Matsuo, yes, you are familiar with this room behind me, this is the The scene of your crime."

As soon as the camera turned, the grocery room was revealed, Matsuo Takashi's pupils shrank for a while, and he stopped speaking.

Mouri Kogoro directed the camera and asked him to look out of the window to shoot. From the window down, he saw the large window on the third floor covered with blood.

When Conan saw this scene, he immediately knew that Maori's reasoning was correct, and he was like a deflated ball, without any strength.

The walls outside these two houses are just in the shadows. If you don't pay attention, no one will notice anything unusual in this place.

Maori Kogoro was playing with the props, ropes, and pulleys in the grocery room. After a while, he played with a labor-saving pulley set next to the big window and placed it on the window. Then he used a dummy that was about the same weight as Quan Zhilong with coercion. Tie it to the top and slowly slide down from the window.

This grocery room, which was transformed from an abandoned prop room, has everything, and it is extremely worry-free.

Mouri Kogoro said while operating, "Just the day before yesterday, Matsuo planned that you learned that Mr. Suwa Michihiko had a severe cold, and he had to take leave yesterday and today, so this murder plan was initiated. When you got off work the day before yesterday, Came to the mixing room on the third floor, under the guise of talking about work with Mr. Suwa, secretly opened the only window in the mixing room, and then left work with Mr. Suwa."

Suwa Michihiko was shocked when he heard this: "It's true, how did Detective Mori know."

The screen was cut out, the audience began to shake, the singers in the candidate hall also looked concerned, and the Suzuki sisters, Tang Zexuesui and others in the VIP box looked at Maori Kogoro intently.

Yuanzi watched it for a long time before he recognized it: "Wow, sister, sister, the uncle on this live broadcast is Xiaolan's father, I almost can't recognize it, how can he be so handsome, Xiaolan is really disloyal, dad Don't tell me that he became so handsome."

In another more gorgeous box, a woman in the middle of the sofa lit a lady's cigarette and spit it out slowly. She looked at the reasoning picture on the screen, and the corner of her mouth outlined a scarlet smile: " interesting."

Butler Sato, who was beside him, bowed respectfully.

"Then you are alone to prepare the setup I just assembled. This grocery room on the ninth floor happened to be abandoned from the prop room, and it has everything you need."

"It's time for today's Golden Music Festival. At that time, Matsuo Planning kept looking at his mobile phone and watch, and then during the only idle time during the live broadcast, the five-minute advertising time, Mr. Matsuo Takashi came to this ninth-floor abandoned grocery room to ambush Now, use the phone to ask Quan Zhilong, the kicking singer tonight, to make an appointment. The reason is that the tuner will not be allowed to tune if he does not come, and he will directly give Quan Zhilong a round tour, etc., Quan Zhilong will naturally be on time. Make an appointment."

Matsuo Takashi was sweating all over on the stage, but he still managed to hold on: "All this is Mr. Mori's imagination."

Maori Kogoro ignored him at all. For such a stubborn murderer, only reasoning and evidence can make him plead guilty.

"As soon as Quan Zhilong entered this room, he was hit on the head with a stick by Matsuo planning, who was in ambush behind the door, and was knocked unconscious. Then Mr. Takashi Matsuo tied Mr. Quan Zhilong to the Wia, and then slowly lowered it with this labor-saving pulley, just right on the big open window below."

"Planning Matsuo held a pistol in his hand and pointed it in the direction that Quan Zhilong had just been hit in the head with a stick. One shot, bang, and his head blossomed. Planning Matsuo pressed the button like this again and took the semi-automatic Weiya back. Mr. Zhilong just slipped into the mixing room on the third floor, forming a murder case in a secret room."

Mouri Kogoro threw the dummy into the mixing room on the third floor, then put away the demo tools, took them apart, and then looked at his watch: "It took less than three minutes to solve it, really brilliant. "

"But Matsuo planned that you are too confident, you are printing lyrics, and designing GD to take drugs, put drugs in his mouth, and want to create hallucinations and kill himself with a gun? But your biggest mistake Even in the case of drug use, I found the exact same drug powder here on the ninth floor before confirming that this was the real crime scene."

Takashi Matsuo's voice changed: "Bullshit, the drugs may have been left behind by someone who secretly took drugs in it, and it's not even evidence at all. You said that the shooting on the ninth floor is the shooting on the ninth floor. You have no evidence to prove my crime at all, what a **** detective." Takashi Matsuo was already a little anxious.

Mouri Kogoro had an angry look on his face: "Mr. Takashi Matsuo, maybe you don't know that a gun fired from top to bottom and a gun fired from suicide have different directions of blood splattering and different bullet holes. It is really suicide or suicide outside the door, it is absolutely impossible to leave blood on the wall outside the TV station, and it will not leave a bullet hole on the ground on the first floor." Maori showed the photo to everyone.

Takagi quickly crawled out with a flashlight to take a look. Sure enough, there was blood on the wall outside the third floor, and the audience was in an uproar.

"And, more importantly, I didn't find Quan Zhilong's mobile phone. As a tool for you to contact him before eight o'clock, you put it away, but in five minutes, you can hide it again. Where is it, so I assert that the phone is on you."