Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

On the other side of the auditorium is the beverage stand of the drama club. Gao Cheng walked silently across the aisle after avoiding Uncle Maori, and followed the others in a long line.

"Sorry, please let me please." A short woman in jeans and a hooded jacket walked by Gao Cheng carefully holding four cups of drinks, holding two cups in her hand and holding two cups in her arms. Gao Cheng couldn't help but glance more when he gave way.

The woman smiled gratefully at Gao Cheng, and found her companion and said, "Let you wait a long time."

"Really, I waited until I was dying of thirst." A fat man in a shirt complained and helped take the drink.

"Because there are a lot of people in the line," the girl said embarrassedly, "I'll go to the bathroom, and you can give it to others for me."

"Are you going to go now?"

A curling girl sitting beside checked the time of her watch and said: "Dancing clothes, you better hurry up, it's less than a minute since the show starts."

"I'll be back soon!"

The short girl rushed past Gao Cheng again and headed to the bathroom.

Gao Cheng looked in front of the team and wondered: "The show is about to begin, why are you here to buy drinks at this time?"

"Next is "Girls High School Student Detective Mo Lilan" brought by Class 2 in Class B. Please watch it..."

"Ah, it's already started!"

As the lights turned off at the venue and the stage curtain opened, a newspaper office set was presented to the audience, as expected in the garden script. At the beginning, the police led by "Mongolia Officer" and "Mori Kogoro" were at the scene of the murder. The investigation began, and "Takagi" was responsible for reviewing the case and introducing four suspects.

Gao Cheng watched it for a while, and now it was no different from the script, so he stopped paying attention to it. Taking advantage of the reduction in queues, he quickly bought a cup of iced coffee.

"Hmph, I don't believe that Conan guy can come up with any good ideas. Writing the script is not solving the case..."

"Police Department!" The actor dressed as Uncle Mustache on the stage was full of confidence. "I already know who the prisoner is. Please take a closer look at Mr. Oshita's body. The way he stretched out his index finger pointed out the death message of the prisoner. !"

"Mr. Oshita's index finger is pointing to the north, starting from the fingertips and moving forward along the seams of the floor, like a picture of ghost feet.

Moving forward, at the end is a box of North Star beer. The murderer is you, Mr. Kitano! "

"Just kidding?!" Kitano sweats profusely, "I can't be made a prisoner by such a silly cold joke, right?"

"Yes, brother Maori, even if the victim saw the North Star on the beer box while he was dying, he pointed it out through the cracks in the floor...Is this kind of thing really okay?"

"Mumu" said in a puzzled way: "Moreover, the direction pointed by the victim is to be precise to the northeast."

"Northeast?" Mustache said blankly, "Then Mr. Kitano and Mr. Toda are accomplices..."

Several suspects roared: "What a joke! This kind of indiscriminate reasoning should be stopped!"

"Next, next three abuses?"

When Gao Cheng returned to his seat with the iced coffee, Uncle Maori hugged his arms with a look of discomfort: "Huh, the reasoning just now was obviously pretty good."

"Haha." He Ye, who was sitting next to him, pretended not to know the uncle, and then gave Gao Cheng a strange look at the weak light, always feeling a little familiar.

At this time, the lights on the stage suddenly remained, remembering a burst of melodious music.

"You are too naive, Dad...no, Maori detective!"

The spotlight turned on, and Xiao Lan, dressed like Holmes, appeared on the side of the stage with a pipe in his hand.

"Puff." Gao Cheng couldn't help but choked and spit out the coffee in his mouth.

This guy in Yuanzi really has a shining scene on the stage. I can't imagine the protagonist not being replaced by Xiaolan...

"The truth of the incident is here!" Xiaolan shuffled open the shutters of the scenery window. The words "Weekly nes" on the office window glass were illuminated by the light, and the shadow was projected on the floor. The victim's index finger was pointed at the letter "e". on.

"The prisoner should have noticed this when he rushed to the scene. The blinds were closed in order to prevent being caught. Now it is just 24 hours away from the incident. That is to say, the shadow position is the same as yesterday. Mr. Toda, the prisoner is you!"

Gao Cheng watched the stage performance with his eyes half open. He could not help but look back at Conan when he saw the reasoning plot that had risen to a level.

That kind of humorous script can actually be rounded up. It is worthy of being the son of a world reasoning writer. How many brushes are there?

"Hehe." Conan scratched the back of his head triumphantly, "I heard you don't have a clue at all."

Gao Cheng said in a bad mood: "It's boring, I just don't want to talk about it. I have no interest in this kind of script case at all..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

"what's happenin?"

"What the **** happened?"

"The voice just now..."

When the performance was interrupted, Gao Cheng followed the Maori uncles and looked towards the direction of the drink stand. The sound was indeed coming from there.

The lights of the venue turned on, and Gao Cheng surprised to notice that the short girl and the others were full of horror in the crowd.

The ones I met before buying drinks...

...

"The deceased was the 27-year-old Putian Gengping~www.readwn.com~the doctor from the Mihua General Hospital..."

In the bright stadium venue, most of the audience has been emptied, and only a few people stayed at the scene to accept Mumu's questioning.

"Did you fall down halfway through the theater?"

"Yes," the curly girl said in shock, "he was suddenly in pain, and then grabbed his throat and fell to his seat..."

On the floor, a man in the middle of the glasses stared wide-eyed, the boss with an open mouth, a glass of drink was dropped beside him, and the lid and straw were rolled aside.

"Will you fall down after drinking this drink?" Takagi picked up the drink cup and checked.

"Almost all drunk."

Mumu followed the quilt and continued to ask, "Do you know when you fell down?"

"It should be at 2:30," Xiaolan approached directly in her costume, "because I heard the screams just when I reasoned to the wonderful part."

"Xiao Lan?" Mumu stared at Xiao Lan, who was dressed up by a famous detective. Her fat face couldn't hide in a daze, "You are..."

"Our class is performing a reasoning drama." Xiaolan put away her pipe, a little embarrassed.

"Right," Takagi reacted, "this is Xiaolan's school, police department!"

"So," Mumu's face stiffened, and he subconsciously searched left and right, "Is that guy here too?"

"Who are you looking for?" Uncle Maori walked behind Mumu and looked around with confusion.

"It's you..." Mumu's mouth twitched, "Broom Star, I brought all the misfortune to my daughter's school..."

Gao Cheng stood beside the crowd, his eyes fell on the corpse, wishing to investigate immediately.

It's terrible, but he is now "Kudo Shinichi" and he is not very good to show up...

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