The Comprehensive Daily Life of the Salted Fish Assassin

Even Dr. Ali, who has mastered the core technology, can't make a simplified version of the rope gun now.

After listening to Takagi Shepherd's words, Matsuo Takashi looked at Jianghang again: "Mr. Jianghang, I won't bother you to investigate the scene. If you find anything about the murderer, please tell me. I also want to We need to know who killed Suwa-san as soon as possible!"

Takashi Matsuo bowed deeply to Jiang Hang again, and was about to leave the room.

At this time, Jiang Hang suddenly said to Takashi Matsuo: "Mr. Matsuo, I did find out just now about the method used by the murderer to kill Mr. Suwa."

"Are you interested in staying and listening?"

Chapter 117: Hypothetical Principles

After Jiang Hang's voice fell, almost everyone in the room fell silent.

"The modus operandi?"

After a short period of hesitation, Police Officer Mumu asked Jiang Hang: "Brother Jiang Hang, there is nothing suspicious about the modus operandi, the murderer entered this room with a gun and shot four times, killing Suwa Michihiko After that, throwing the gun beside the other party and fleeing the scene, is there any problem here?"

Conan was also slightly stunned. Compared with Jiang Hang, who has eagle eyes, his observation ability is actually not weak, and his ability to associate with cases is far superior to ordinary people.

After Jiang Hang said the modus operandi, he soon understood what Jiang Hang meant.

Jiang Hang glanced at Conan who was next to him, he should have understood the killer's modus operandi, and immediately whispered a few words in the other's ear

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Conan nodded and slipped out of the room.

"Officer Megure, please transport Mr. Suwa's body out first, he shouldn't be disturbed anymore."

Officer Megure nodded. The police had already done corresponding work, and quickly transported Mr. Suwa's body out properly.

And Takashi Matsuo did not speak during the whole process, just waiting for Jiang Hang to express his point of view.

"Let me confirm first, the recording site of the filming program is on the 9th floor, right?" Jiang Hang asked first.

"It's true that the recording site was on the 9th floor," Shang Mushe confirmed this point.

He has come to his senses now, since Jiang Hang wants to confirm that the recording site is on the ninth floor, so in other words, is the murderer really Matsuo Takashi who left the recording site once?

Takagi Tsubasa subconsciously blocked the path that Takashi Matsuo was planning to leave.

Jiang Hang nodded: "Then there is no problem, then let's get straight to the point."

He looked at Matsuo Takashi: "When I encounter cases, I often make some assumptions. Of course, these assumptions are just my personal guesses."

"So after hearing my assumptions, I hope you don't mind Matsuo-san, I'm not targeting you."

The expression on Matsuo Takashi's face began to look a little subtle: "Mr. Jianghang, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Okay, then I'll make a hypothesis first," Jiang Hang pointed at Takashi Matsuo, "I assume Mr. Matsuo that you are the murderer who killed Mr. Suwa."

Although he had already guessed what Jiang Hang might say, Takashi Matsuo's face still became ugly.

"Mr. Jiang Hang, you really know how to tell jokes. Don't say that I just left the show for three minutes. What's more, the camera didn't catch me coming here, right?"

"So I was wondering, if you were to kill Takashi Matsuo, what method would you use to create an alibi for yourself^" Jiang Hang pointed to the blood-splattered window behind him, "Then I noticed this place 0"

The people in the room immediately followed Jiang Hang's gaze and looked over

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"Is there anything wrong with this window?" Officer Mu Mu looked at it for a while, but still found nothing wrong.

"It's blood," Jiang Hang explained, and then pointed to the blood spattered on the window centered on the bullet hole.

"Officer Mumu, come here."

Police officer Mumu walked to the window according to Jiang Hang's instructions, and carefully observed the blood on the window, but his eyes were all on the window, and he still didn't find any problems.

"The focus is not on the window, but on the edge of the window. Look here," Jiang Hang pointed to the outer frame of the window. "Although the blood here has been spattered less, at least a little blood should be splashed. Splattered the window frame, and the surrounding walls, but now there's no blood here."

This is not easy to find, but in revealing Hawkeye, Jiang Hang can even clearly see the blood splashed on the outer wall of the TV station. Knowing this, it is not too difficult to make such an inference.

Chapter 117: Hypothetical Principles

"That's true," Police Officer Mu Mu also realized this immediately, "So the window was still open when the murderer was killed, so the victim's blood splashed out of the window?"

He asked the staff who first found the body: "Did anyone move this window before we arrived?"

The staff member also shook his head quickly: "No, I called the police directly. Before the police came, we all kept the scene in the original position."

"That is to say, after killing Suwa Michihiko, the murderer came here on purpose to close the window?" Police Officer Megure also felt that this seemed a little strange.

It was also at this time that Jiang Hang felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He took out the phone and glanced at the message from Conan before continuing.

"We are now assuming that the murderer is Matsuo-san, so of course we have to speculate on how he killed Suwa-san."

He pulled Officer Mumu to open the window to a larger angle, and then asked Officer Mumu to lean his body against the window.

"Almost like this, the blood won't spill into the room

went. "

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Police officer Mu Mu is a little fat, so he seemed to be at a disadvantage when he made this action, "Brother Jiang Hang, no matter how you say it, Dao Yan will not make such an appearance, right? If he was in this posture at that time, how would the murderer shoot—"

Almost when Officer Mu Mu was amazed, a pen fell from the sky, hit his head, and then slid down the window into the room.