He's in Detective Conan, but a Triumph Attorney.

(Even a real detective, even Sherlock Holmes, can’t possibly know my murder method…)

(Not to mention a half-baked lawyer detective and a sleeping detective who can't say anything!)

Tick, tick, tick.

The two walked into the recording studio and closed the door.

At this moment, Xiang Yuanguang appeared from the corner of the stairs, touching his chin thoughtfully.

(From this point of view, Matsuo Takashi is still the most suspicious.)

(I subconsciously emphasized the time many times: three minutes, half a minute, four minutes. It was very important to him.)

(If I were a murder suspect, knowing that there were two detectives present, I would definitely want to complete the crime perfectly, preferably with a perfect alibi.)

(…Can these four minutes serve as an alibi for Matsuo Takashi’s murder?)

Without giving it any more thought, Xiang Yuanguang picked up his phone and started dialing. Beep, beep, beep.

There was a small incident in the recording studio.

Matsuo Takashi, who had never made a mistake before, stuttered a little.

Although things quickly returned to normal, it was obviously unnatural to viewers familiar with the show.

The members of the Young Suicide Detective Team gathered together to watch the show. The fat boy Genta Kojima analyzed it like this. Ayumi next to him was shocked, but was quickly interrupted by Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya.

"What? How could the murderer do such a thing? You know, Uncle Maori was at the scene!"

"How could a criminal dare to commit a crime in front of a famous detective?"

The three little ones were making a lot of noise, and suddenly they exclaimed in unison.

"Hey! Conan is also at the recording site!"

Beep, beep, beep.

Conan's phone rang, and the camera subconsciously turned to him and Mao Lilan beside him.

Xiaolan took Conan out of the studio somewhat embarrassedly and came to the outside of the studio.

Then, Mao Lilan said in a low voice.

"Conan, remember to turn it to silent mode, and remember not to disturb others."

"Go check who's calling you? After the call is over... we'll go in."

Conan nodded, walked to the corner, and looked at the incoming call information on the phone.

[Xiang Yuanguang of Xiangyuan Universal Office].

beep------

The call is connected.

"Xiang Yuan, what happened? Why didn't you come back after you left?"

"And calling at this time is really annoying, right?"

Conan complained to Genkou in a low voice.

"This is an emergency. Kudo, listen to me. I suspect there's been a murder in the Nichimi TV editorial office."

Xiang Yuanguang's voice was a little unclear, but footsteps could be heard coming from that direction.

Conan initially judged that there were probably three or four people acting together.

"I am leading the security personnel to locate the body."

"The murderer may be the host Takashi Matsuo who was in the recording studio."

"Host assistant Nagai Ayako may be an accomplice in the crime."

"Please keep an eye on Matsuo Takashi and Nagai Ayako in the recording studio for me."

Xiang Yuanguang held a flashlight in his hand and put his cell phone to his ear as he searched every room on the sixth floor.

The security guard next to him followed Xiang Yuanguang and was very nervous. He couldn't believe that a murder had really happened here.

"…Why should I doubt it? Just think of this as a lawyer's sixth sense."

"That's all. Please."

The phone hangs up.

Chapter 29 A Chance Encounter in the Studio

"…What? You're being so vague."

"A lawyer's sixth sense? I've never heard of such a thing..."

Conan muttered, putting his phone back in his pocket.

(Although I have only known Xiang Yuan for a short time, I know that he is not a person who does things without a purpose.)

(Since you dare to say such a thing and ask me for help... you must be sure of something.)

(Takashi Matsuo and Ayako Nagai?)

Conan turned his head and looked at the closed door of the recording studio.

He subconsciously reached out and pushed up his glasses.

A barely detectable white light flashed across the lenses of the glasses.

(How dare he choose to commit murder in the presence of two detectives.)

(The murder method must be so sophisticated that it cannot be described by common sense.)

(It seems that this time the reasoning is going to become interesting.)

"Conan, is the call over? Then, shall we go in?"

Ran Mouri turned her head and just happened to see the white light flashing on Conan's glasses.

Then, he rubbed his eyes subconsciously and found that there was nothing there.

Well, it must be because I was looking at the screen inside through the gap in the studio just now, which made me a little dazzled.

She walked over to Conan and leaned down gently to ask.

"Okay, Sister Xiaolan. I can't wait to see what the show is about!"

"I guess this will definitely be the most exciting episode of the All Japan Detective Agency unit!"

Conan said this, which made Mao Lilan a little confused.

Xiang Yuanguang had already left the table halfway through, and his father still hadn't guessed the murderer in the video.

How can it be the most exciting episode when the two special guest detectives are both unreliable?

Although Xiaolan was a little confused about Conan's words, she did not ask too many questions.

It is normal for children to say or think whatever they want, and this will also be precious childhood memories in the future.

The two of them quietly opened the door, walked around the camera, and returned to their previous seats.

At the host desk, Kogoro Mouri was already sweating profusely.

He watched the entire short film that had just been played, but he couldn't figure out who the murderer was no matter how hard he racked his brains.

Could it be the deceased's sister? Or the deceased's classmate? The deceased's teacher? The deceased's cousin?

(The answer is the deceased’s sister, Uncle Maori.)

Conan took a quick glance and came up with the answer based on his previous memory.

He sat in his seat, staring at Matsuo Takashi and Nagai Ayako above him.

"...Well, Mr. Matsuo Takashi's muscles are very well developed, and you can see them even with his clothes covering them."

"The calluses on the palms are marks left by frequent use of something."

"Hmm...were these marks left by a gun?"

Conan deduced the known information quietly.

The sound was very faint, so quiet that even Mao Lilan, who was close to Conan, couldn't hear it.

However, the long-haired girl sitting on the other side of Conan heard it clearly.

She looked at Conan who was muttering to himself with some surprise, then quietly leaned over and spoke softly.

"Little detective, Mr. Matsuo Takashi just said that he is a retired criminal police officer and is very good at using a pistol."

"...!?"

Conan was startled and he looked up at the long-haired girl next to him.

The girl was very beautiful, but something about her made Conan feel strange.

It's the appearance... there's a problem somewhere. After a quick look, Conan can't find the reason.

"Oh, did that scare you, little detective?"