No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

Not long after returning to the mixing room, police arrived at the scene.

When the Mumu police department saw Suzuki Qiaoqiao, they warmly greeted:

"Brother Suzuki, aren't you here to record the show?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect a fatal accident."

The police officers of the investigation team entered the scene and began to work.

Not long after, the forensic doctor reported the conclusion to the Mumu Police Department:

"The cause of death was a bullet that went through the head and hit the glass behind him, spattering the window with blood."

The police officer next to him saluted and added:

"There is a bullet hole next to the wall clock, there are two bullet holes on the poster, and a total of four bullet casings were found in the room."

Like bullets fluttering around, there may have been a fight at the scene.

The Mumu Police Department touched his chin and looked at the crowd of onlookers:

"With such a big movement, isn't there any witnesses?"

"No, officer, Mr. Suwa cleared the scene at that time."

"Clearance?"

"Yes, we don't know why."

With tears brewing in Matsuo Takashi's eyes, he lowered his head, looking very sad:

"Actually, Mr. Suwa cleared the scene because of me."

"Oh?"

"He once said that he would meet after the recording of the show and notify me of something important, but I didn't expect..."

The Mumu Police Department had some headaches, and as a result, there were no witnesses at all.

At this moment, the forensic doctor carried the body out of the mixing room.

Reporters from many newspapers and other TV stations rushed to the scene.

They raised the microphone and aimed at Takashi Matsuo:

"Mr. Matsuo, how are you feeling now?"

"Mr. Matsuo, it is rumored that your show is about to be cancelled. Could it be that your audience couldn't accept it, so you committed a murder?"

"Enough!" Takashi Matsuo yelled at the crowd, "Have you finished yet?"

This voice stunned the colleagues, and they were stunned in place for a while.

"You're right, we did talk about canceling the show.

But Mr. Suwa still told me that he hoped that I would continue to host.

I am here to announce to you that I will carry on the legacy of Mr. Suwa.

Continue to hold on to hosting, and, I put this case on the screen.

Do my best to track down the murderer.Until the demon who killed Mr. Suwa is caught! "

Suzuki Qiaoqiao crossed his arms with his arms, and he couldn't stand it any longer:

"The murderer catches himself, it's amazing."

"What do you mean?" Takashi Matsuo looked like he had a gun battle: "Do you doubt me?"

Seeing the tense atmosphere at the scene, the deputy director suddenly blinked.

He called the staff to drive away his peers and contacted the cameraman for a live broadcast.

The reasoning scene of the criminal investigation consultant, this is exclusive news!

Chapter 251 Sorry, I'm a Policeman

Suzuki Qiaoqiao stretched out his right index finger and put on a handsome standing posture:

"It's not suspicion, but I'm sure. You are the murderer!"

"Officer, within a minute after you entered the scene, you insisted that I was the murderer.

But no normal man is so fast, you are clearly framed! "

Takashi Matsuo's acting skills are superb, and his face is flushed in front of the camera:

"I have been recording the show during this time, and there is no time to commit crimes at all."

A TV station staff walked out of the crowd and retorted:

"No, Matsuo, I remember you left the stage twice.

Once when advertising, once when playing a short film. "

Takashi Matsuo did not hide it, and took the initiative to admit:

"Yes, I went to the bathroom twice because of my stomach pain.

I went with Kishimoto when it was advertised, and he can attest to that.

As for the time when the short film was released, no one can really prove it for me.

However, the short film has a total of 4 minutes, and I have no time to commit crimes at all.

If I took the elevator, I would definitely be caught on surveillance camera.

If you take the stairs, it's even more impossible.

This place is like a maze, running around from the ninth floor, 4 minutes is not enough to go back and forth. "

Hearing the other party mentioned that there is surveillance, the Mumu Police Department ordered:

"Brother Takagi, go check the surveillance."

"Yes!"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao just wanted to refute, but was stopped by the Mumu Police Department:

"Brother Suzuki, don't rush to a conclusion. It's live broadcast, and we'll talk about it after checking the monitoring."

The happy look on Matsuo Takashi's face was fleeting.

He is very confident about the method of killing.

First, let Kishimoto, who is in charge of scheduling, confirm the specific location of Mr. Suwa.

Then through the mobile phone, trick the other party to come to the window.

Finally stood at the window of the warehouse on the seventh floor and shot down.

Throw away the murder weapon and return to the studio.

As for those bullet holes and bullets, they were all left in advance.

He had already made an appointment with Mr. Suwa to meet him at the old place.

The whole plan fits perfectly without any flaws.

and many more? !

Takashi Matsuo's complexion changed slightly, and suddenly thought of a loophole.

After the bullet pierced through Mr. Suwa's head and glass, it likely left bullet holes in the ground outside the TV station building.

If found, he would be suspected.

Takashi Matsuo narrowed his triangular eyes and quickly stabilized his mood.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao claimed that he had never missed a case in solving the case, and it was just a fake.

He stayed in the mixing room for less than a minute before going to the outside of the corridor to answer the phone.

From start to finish, there was no time to go downstairs to check for bullet holes on the ground.

Could it be that Suzuki Qiaoqiao can still open his eyes to see the evidence of the crime directly?

In Takashi Matsuo's mind, a beautiful blueprint gradually emerged.

He was suspected by the police, but he proved himself innocent.

Not only did he frustrate the noble son of the police, he also announced that he would continue to host the detective show.

Coupled with media reports, it will definitely become the hottest variety show in Japan.

I, Takashi Matsuo, win!

The hostess holding the microphone was ordered to save the scene.

She faced the camera and explained to the people all over the country:

"Mr. Matsuo has repeatedly revealed in the program that he has excellent marksmanship. Coupled with recent rumors, he will be disqualified from hosting. In the end, did Mr. Suwa kill him?"

For the sake of traffic, the media sometimes really do anything.

She was just about to interview Suzuki Qiaoqiao, but was stopped by the Mumu Police Department:

He looked serious and his attitude was extremely tough:

"Sorry, please don't interfere with our case."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao is now the face of the Mika Police Department, and even the entire Japanese police.

In this national live broadcast, every word and deed will have a great impact.

The Mumu police department is not only to protect the criminal investigation consultant, but also to protect themselves.

If the police were embarrassed because of this, Minister Odakiri would definitely not be able to spare him.

"Da da da."

More than ten minutes later, Shibu Takagi ran back.

Without the hostess reminding, the cameraman moved the camera consciously.

"How's it going, Takagi-san?"