The Weird Magician of the Kexue World

"Honestly!"

Mouri Kogoro poked his forehead and said, "Every time I solve a case, I will be enveloped in a drowsiness. So, I basically don't remember anything, haha!"

"Hahaha!!"

Seeing Kogoro Maori's funny expression, bursts of laughter came from the audience.

"Dad really!"

Mao Lilan said angrily: "How can you talk nonsense on TV!"

He was right, he was indeed sleeping.

Conan's mouth twitched and rolled his eyes.

After a while of communication, the show entered commercial time.

Taking advantage of this time, the audience took a few pictures, and soon the commercial time ended and the show continued.

"Although I used to be a policeman, but shooting..."

Speaking of which, Mouri Kogoro smiled embarrassedly.

Everyone thought that his shooting was not good, only the three Fujiwara Kyosuke knew the inside story.

Fujiwara Kyosuke is because of crossing, and Conan and Maurilan are because Fujiwara Kyosuke told them about the glorious history of Mouri Kogoro, and even Conan verified it through his own channels.

"Uncle can really pretend!"

Conan was disdainful on his face, and he was dissatisfied in his heart.

What's so great about being number one in the police academy?

shooting?

snort!

who wouldn't!

I studied in Hawaii!

"By the way, Mr. Matsuo's marksmanship is very good. You seem to have practiced abroad, and your level is comparable to that of a professional player." Ashiko Nagai looked at Takashi Matsuo with a smile.

"What word!"

Takashi Matsuo was just about to be humble, but when he thought about the effect of the show, he said decisively: "Actually not, I...you are right!"

After the three made a small joke, the topic was reintroduced.

"The most talked about topic lately is bugs. It's no surprise that bugs are installed wherever and whenever."

"Today, I also brought a mobile phone."

Takashi Matsuo took out a mobile phone from his pocket and said, "I wonder if Mr. Mouri can see something?"

"It can only scare the layman."

Mouri Kogoro snorted softly and said, "This kind of data-based mobile phone uses radio waves to transmit signals. Although it can avoid being bugged, it is still possible for conversations to be bugged?"

Yo!

It's quite professional!

Fujiwara Kyousuke shook his head. Sure enough, his uncle has a strong talent for information security.

As for the murder...

If it has nothing to do with relatives, don't count on him.

Mouri Kogoro grabbed the phone from Takashi Matsuo's hand and played a number.

When the call was connected, Maori Kogoro said, "Isn't it you, Xiaojing! I'm Maori! I'm fine today, so I'll go to your store. My wife, don't worry, we have long since separated. Today we have a warm night, how about it!"

In the shock of everyone, Maori Kogoro hung up the phone and said solemnly: "Dangerous conversations like this will be eavesdropped. I hereby appeal to people in the country who are stealing or having an affair outside the country to not be careless! "

"Uncle... It's really a trick. When Aunt Yingri finds out, she'll be furious."

Fujiwara Kyousuke doesn't know what to say anymore, did he forget that this is a live broadcast?

No matter what you say outside, it is still in front of the national audience.

Maurilan and Conan were also stunned by the combination of Mauri Kogoro's punches.

The host was a little overwhelmed by the sudden situation of Kogoro Mouri, and Takashi Matsuo couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Then let's go to the next link..."

"Who is the murderer!"

The session is over and the show has come to an end.

Record the scene backstage.

Takashi Matsuo said politely, "Mr. Mori, it's an honor to invite you here!"

"where!"

Mouri Kogoro is also very humble.

Just then, a staff member ran over.

"Ms. Matsuo, Mr. Suwa seems to be gone?"

"Whether it was the mixing room call or the cell phone, he didn't answer!"

"Why is it happening like that!"

Takashi Matsuo frowned and said, "Let's go, look elsewhere."

5 minute later.

"what!"

A man said sharply, "Mr. Suwa is covered in blood! I know, I'll go right there!"

Fujiwara Kyousuke and the others quickly followed.

Because the elevator was broken, they had to run down the stairs.

When they arrived, the door was already full of people, and Mr. Suwa was a corpse.

Fujiwara Kyousuke glanced at Conan thoughtfully.

Good guy!

If you really have it, you will kill your own producers.

And Conan was obviously wrong about what Fujiwara Kyousuke meant, and immediately said: "This is a coincidence, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Fujiwara Kyousuke was silent, just licking Conan's head.

[Author's digression]: Ask for collection, ask for comment, ask for silver ticket!!

Chapter 37 The TV Station Murder Case (Part [-])

The police officer Mumu quickly arrived at the scene.

Seeing Maori Kogoro again, he was unable to complain.

After sighing, he skillfully instructed the police officers to do the relevant work.

"The victim is the producer of this TV station—Michihiko Suwa, 37 years old this year. The murder weapon was a suppressed pistol. The bullet penetrated through the head and hit the glass."

"Officer Mumu, we also found other bullets on the wall."

A forensic officer pulled up a corner of the poster on the wall and said, "There are two on this poster, and there is one next to the clock."

"police officer!"

Another forensic officer said: "There are also bullet casings in the corner of the room, with a total of four rounds."

"The number of bullets and casings is the same."

Officer Mumu murmured to himself: "And there is only one exit to enter here."

"That makes the case much easier!"

Maori Kogoro said to himself: "The murderer may have entered from the emergency entrance, and when he was in the room and forced the victim to the window, he shot and killed. After he killed, he threw the pistol at the feet of the deceased and left quickly."

"Aren't there any witnesses?"

Officer Mumu asked, "Even if the murderer escapes, he will inevitably be noticed by others."

"no!"

A staff member said helplessly: "Because Mr. Suwa will clear the field first, basically no one will come here!"

"Clearance?"

Officer Mumu felt that something was wrong.

"Because he's waiting for me here!"

Takashi Matsuo bowed slightly to Officer Mumu and said, "He once told me that there are important things to talk about with me after the show is over."

There were tears in his eyes and he looked extremely sad.

Fujiwara Kyousuke pouted, if he hadn't known that the murderer was you, he might have been deceived by you.

"So that means there are no witnesses!"

Officer Mu Mu touched his chin and sighed inwardly, another unsolved case.

"But, maybe someone heard it when the incident happened!"

Boy Conan squatted next to the corpse again, pointed to the dead man's mobile phone and said, "Look, he looks like he's about to make a call. On the other end of the phone, maybe he doesn't hear anything. Am I right? Uncle, don't be humble, this is what you usually taught me."

This time, Conan behaved well and pushed all the benefits to Kogoro Mouri.Sure enough, Mouri Kogoro laughed after hearing it, and Conan was lucky to escape.

"Makes sense!"

Officer Mu Mu immediately ordered: "For the friend the victim knew, find me the person on the other side of the phone!"

"Yes!"

At this time, the entire TV station was full of people, and all the reporters were waiting for the outcome of the case.