Next, Mori Kogoro

Chapter 109 [Chapter 108] Recording

"I think the situation at that time was like this. Mr. Matsuo used the excuse of stomach ache to go to the toilet. After leaving the studio, he ran to the storage room and dialed the victim's phone. The content of the call is probably unpredictable. Suicide or something like that, lures the victim to poke his head out of the window, and that's what Officer Takagi did just now."

Kogoro said in a deep voice: "After the murder, Mr. Matsuo will return to the studio immediately. It only takes about 3 minutes to kill the victim on the 9th floor from the 4th floor."

"Nonsense, according to your reasoning, everyone on the 9th floor at that time may have committed the crime, and I am not the only one who knows about the storage room."

Matsuo Takashi roared a little excitedly.

Kogoro shook his head: "Impossible, because if you want to shoot the head protruding from the window on the 9th floor from the 4th floor, you need good marksmanship. And Mr. Matsuo, you are a member of the shooting club, and you also showed yourself on the show That superb marksmanship, so this modus operandi can only be accomplished by you."

Takashi Matsuo sneered: "Hehe, I'm not the only one who likes shooting on TV. If this is your reasoning, then it's ridiculous."

"Then check the call log."

Shiratori walked up to Police Officer Mumu and whispered something in his ear.Officer Megure's eyes lit up immediately: "The deceased's mobile phone kept call records, and the calls made during the time of the incident were called back. If Mr. Matsuo had not called the deceased, then your mobile phone should not have rang, right? "

"Whatever you want, I haven't fought, so it doesn't matter at all."

Takashi Matsuo showed no fear at all.

"It's useless, Officer Megure. I think Mr. Matsuo should have used that kind of temporary phone card. After committing the crime, immediately pull out the phone card and destroy it, and then delete the call records on the phone, so he won't worry about the police investigation. .”

Listening to Kogoro's words, Takashi Matsuo gritted his teeth: "After talking for a long time, does the Mori detective have any substantive evidence? If not, then I don't have the heart to play reasoning games with you here. "

"You are very smart, Mr. Matsuo, and you are also very cautious. When I came to this storage room, I felt very strange, why it was so clean when no one came. Now I understand, you stayed behind to prevent crimes. There are traces, so I cleaned the place in advance. And wear gloves when committing the crime, so as to prevent fingerprints from being left on the scene or on the pistol. And even if the police search for gloves on you, there is no way to prove that it is related to this case. "

Kogoro said very calmly: "In short, you have taken into account all possible mistakes, so no matter how the police investigate, there will be no substantive evidence, right, Mr. Matsuo?"

Takashi Matsuo sneered and said, "Because I'm not the murderer at all, great detective. Instead of wronging me, an innocent person here, it's better to investigate other people as soon as possible. Perhaps during this time, the real murderer has already escaped from the building."

"But it's because you are too confident. If you are too confident, you will be conceited, and if you are conceited, you will show yourself."

"Stop talking nonsense, show evidence if you have it."

"Mr. Matsuo, do you still remember when you took out your mobile phone in the show?"

"It was taken out, so what?"

"Hehe, because you think that your mobile phone cannot be tapped, so when I used your mobile phone to make a call, I transplanted a virus program into your mobile phone. And this virus program can intercept all the calls you make, the messages you send, etc. Summarize and send to me..."

As Kogoro talked, a smug smile appeared on his face, while Takashi Matsuo's face turned paler the more he listened, and finally he simply took out his mobile phone and threw it on the ground hard.

"It's useless, Mr. Matsuo, it's useless even if you smash your phone now, because the content of the call you don't want others to know is already with me."

Kogoro took out a small tape recorder, faced the camera and pressed the play button:
"Hey, Suwa, I'm Matsuo... Huhu (running panting)...Since you insist on forcing me, then I will die... Huufu... During your live broadcast, the host committed suicide by jumping off a building, I How can I continue watching your show... If you don't believe me, stick your head out of the window and have a look..."

"... bang (gunshot)...hey, this idiot..."

The recording ended here, and Takashi Matsuo's legs went limp, and he sat on the ground weakly, his face was ashen, and he no longer had the rampant appearance just now.

"With this little ability, you still dare to challenge me, brother Maori, I really don't know how powerful the heavens are."

Officer Megure waved his hands in disdain, and Kazuha and the others stepped forward and handcuffed Takashi Matsuo.

And Shui Wurenai had already rushed to the 9th floor. Thanks to the police who sealed off the scene, other reporters, hosts and other coquettish sluts were all stopped by the police, so I had to seize the opportunity.

The purpose of the organization to arrange itself to work in the TV station is to use the identity of the host to get close to the high-level to obtain information.And the more famous you are, the more important you are to the organization, and the more likely you are to participate in more advanced and top-secret tasks.

So this exclusive interview with the famous detective Mori Kogoro is mine, Rena Mizuna.

"Sorry, Ms. Mizumu, about my exclusive interview, I have already promised Ms. Okino Yoko."

Hearing Kogoro's words, Rena Mizumu, who ran up out of breath, was dumbfounded.

"Yoko? Are you kidding me? She's neither a reporter nor a host. What kind of interview is she doing?"

Rena Mizumura almost lost her temper.

"There is no way, this is the meaning of the high-level executives in the station. They said that the next step is to let Yoko Okino host a few shows, so let her practice in advance. I argued hard, but there is no way."

The show director was very helpless.

"You're not pretending to me, did you recommend it to Yoko Okino for an interview?"

Mizuruna suddenly put her hand on the program director's neck, approached and asked in a deep voice.

"Of course not me..."

The show director took two steps back with a guilty conscience.

"Ha ha."

Rena Mizumu already knew the answer, and said coldly, "Okay, I won't compete with Yoko for this exclusive interview, but now I want to interview Mr. Mori with another question."

As she spoke, she reached out and handed the microphone in front of Kogoro: "Detective Maori, what do you think of your behavior of tapping Mr. Matsuo's cell phone just now?"

"That's what the show needs, Ms. Rena Mizumu, as a detective, how could I intentionally eavesdrop on other people's calls?"

Kogoro looked upright: "Here, I just took the opportunity to tell the audience friends that now that technology is changing with each passing day, don't think that mobile phones cannot be tapped. The method to prevent virus programs from being implanted is also very simple. Don't lend your phone to strangers, don't receive text messages from unknown sources, and don't trust the so-called winning calls, they are all liars... liars!!!"

"Mr Maury, then my second question is..."

"Oh, Ms. Mizumu, your eyes are so beautiful that people can't forget them just by looking at them. I know a very delicious French restaurant. I wonder if Ms. Mizumu has time at night?"

"Mr. Maori, it's still live broadcasting."

"Oh, then make an appointment after the live broadcast is over."

"I mean... your wife is probably watching the TV too."

(End of this chapter)