The strange thief in the heart! But Conan

Chapter 155 Tang Ze: I don’t care, I have to choose one of three

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 155 Tang Ze: I don’t care, I have to choose one of three

"The deceased Suwa Daohiko, 37 years old, is a program producer of the Japanese TV station. The weapon is a pistol..." The police department of Meguri was recording on paper while saying that, looking at the clock above the window, couldn't help but sigh, "A shot hit the head and penetrated the glass..."

"Mu Police Department, it's you again." Tang Ze walked into the room with a smile, "Do you want coffee? You should pay attention to your health when you work overtime."

The Meguro Police Department looked at the two people who came in one after another, and said hello in accustomed to it: "Thank you, this kind of overtime subsidy that the police station never reports... makes you spend money."

"Thank you all." He handed the other cup in his hand to Megu Police Department, and Tang Ze looked at the deceased who was surrounded by police officers: "The murderer's shooting skills are very good."

"Oh? What do you think?" The police department's attention suddenly moved to him.

"The front bloodstains on the window." A hand holding the coffee cup raised up, and Tang Ze pointed out the very conspicuous blood on the window. "The gunshot injury is a scene that I have more contact with. Although the detailed bloodstain analysis will be more complicated and requires some laboratory operations, I infer that the shooting distance of the gun hitting the deceased's head is about 10 meters."

"10 meters?" Meguro's police department looked at the position where the deceased sat down, then looked at the length of the room, and said in confusion, "The gunman at that time, at least he had to stand in the corridor... Are you sure this data is reliable?"

Tang Ze nodded without hesitation.

It's just 10 meters. This is a TV station building, not a residential building, and the floor height is not low. The murderer hits the deceased on the 4th floor from the 7th floor. There are definitely 10 meters.

"But, Akihiko, there are other bullet marks on the wall." The police officer busy collecting evidence pointed out the other bullet holes on the wall. "It may be that the gunman fired it a few times, and it happened to hit it?"

Tang Ze snorted and took a sip of coffee: "You can ask the forensic department to come to the scene to do ballistic analysis and restore, but I stick to my point of view. The murderer is a skilled gunman with excellent shooting skills. He killed himself with one shot and hit the vital point."

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

"What do you mean?" Matsuo Takashi jumped in his temple and jumped in a big reaction, "Are you suspicious of me?"

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

After saying this, Tang Ze secretly became happy.

Yes, right, choose one of three, so that is the taste.

This kid is actually more difficult to deal with than the more famous Kogoro Mouri. How did he lock himself in one go?

Matsuo Takashi gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and began the performance according to the script he had prepared long ago: "But if you want to say who killed him... it was indeed me, it was all my fault!"

Pushing his hand into his pocket, Tang Ze glanced at Conan, who was also holding hot coffee in his hand, staring at Takashi Matsuo, and smiled.

"He came to this room alone to wait for me..." As Matsuo Takashi said, his voice choked up, and two lines of tears fell, "He said there was something important to talk about today. I originally said that after the show ended, we could have a meal together and sit down before talking. He disagreed and said that this was an important conversation that others could not hear... It was because of this that he would stay here alone. Suwa, he is the soul of our show... Why did he..."

His voice gradually became unsustainable in the whimpering crying, looking sad and unable to extricate himself.

While he was telling, the scene was completed. The police officers who had drawn the white lines put Suwa Dohiko's body into the body bag and placed it on a stretcher to start carrying it.

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

"Suwa's body was transported out!" Before everyone in the room could express his opinions on his passionate performance, a high-pitched female voice rang in the corridor.

Several reporters ran out of the stairs, surrounding the Takashi Matsuo who was following him, and several cameras dutifully gave several close-ups of stretchers that could roughly see the human figure.

Others standing in the room and seeing this scene through the TV: "..."

"Wow." Tang Ze sighed with unknown meaning.

"What's wrong with Brother Akichi?" The police department of Meguru thought he had something new to him and turned his head.

"No, I'm just a little surprised." Tang Ze looked at the microphones in the picture and exclaimed in an amazement. "This TV can only receive real-time signals from the Japanese TV station itself, right? In other words, this is their evening news live broadcast? A colleague died in the TV station building. Their first reaction was to bring the camera to live broadcast...wow."

The police department of Memu was stunned for a moment, 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 gave him a problem like a gun.

"'Mr. Matsuo, when you hosted the show, the producer of the show was killed in the TV station building. What's your mood now?"

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

"'Is it possible that this case is due to dissatisfaction with the crime of entertainment-based crimes in the program and the attacks launched against the production team?'"

“‘There are rumors that Suwa producers have different ideas from you and plan to replace the host candidates. Is it possible that they are your fans…’”

"'Enough!'" Before the sentence was finished, Matsuo Takashi widened his eyes and shouted angrily, "'Please don't slander Mr. Suwa!"

After he finished shouting, he pursed his lips and turned his head slightly, as if he was suppressing his emotions, and said tremblingly: "'There has been such a rumor recently, but in the end, Mr. Suwa insisted on the purpose of our program and hoped that I would continue to host it and maintain the style of variety shows... Tonight, we were going to discuss this issue, so we agreed to meet here...'"

"This guy, the case is still being solved. How can he publicly investigate the details?" The police department of Megu rolled his eyes and told the police behind him, "Let him stop talking, it's wrong, bring him here directly. The matter has not been asked clearly yet!"

"'I'm here to swear! I will inherit Mr. Suwa's will and firmly guard the post!" Matsuo Takashi has gradually shifted from sadness to anger. His emotional expression is rich in layers and changes naturally. His lines that are still clearly visible in his roar also show his excellent hosting skills. "'We will use the program to deal with this incident and pursue the murderer with all our might!"

"'Oh! Are you fighting against the murderer? Mr. Matsuo, this is very risky!"" The reporter next to him was full of excitement, not as if he was persuading others, but seemed to be saying, "Is there any more? Come on."

"'If you don't like this show, you can come to me! I will never escape!'" Matsuo Takashi glared at the front 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 family member of a victim at the level of textbooks.

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

"Is this a media person?" Tang Ze sucked the coffee and sighed again.

(End of this chapter)