Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Compared with the excitement at the opening ceremony of the Twin Towers Skyscraper, the night sky outside is particularly calm. ◢Щщш.sUimEnG.lā

Looking at the top floor of a building hundreds of meters away in front of the elevator, gin wine dangling cigarettes standing on the edge of the roof, long hair flying in the wind, a pair of cold eyes under the black hat looked towards the brightly lit twin towers.

"This is the last carnival."

Gin grinned, picked up his binoculars and looked at Mumu and the others, who was blowing in the cold wind at the parking lot on the ground, and dialed his mobile phone.

"How's it going inside?"

"Big Brother," Vodka contacted on the other side of the cell phone, "Is that Kudo Shinichi really still alive? What's the matter?"

"I don't know, but," Gin put a sniper rifle next to him, smiling dangerously, "She confirmed Kudo Shinichi's death information at the beginning, and it is not impossible to get mixed up now...

"This building couldn't be better used as the final execution ground, Shirley..."

At the banquet venue, all the participants in the game counted silently, and from time to time some people raised their flags.

"24, 25..." Uncle Maori stood beside the young woman who thought he was holding the baby, counting nervously, and suddenly he was patted on his forehead by the playing baby behind him.

"Oh, it's miserable, I forgot to count where..."

The uncle couldn't take care of the baby, sweating profusely, and looked anxiously at the people who were raising flags around him. At a loss, he was suddenly scared by the baby's cry and raised the flag.

"Hi!"

"Okay," Mio Tokiwa reminded on the stage, "Two guests guessed the time, Mori-senpai and Mr. Kioto. Congratulations, please come to the front now."

"Huh?" Gao Chenghe's uncle with a dreamy expression stepped onto the podium.

How did this guy guess...

"Everyone," Mio Tokiwa introduced enthusiastically, "the winners are the famous detective Kogoro Mori and the well-known Jodo Takanari. They are indeed detectives. There is no error in their guessing time, but according to the rules of the game, I will also ask two famous detectives to guess the box to determine the ownership of the sports car."

Gao Cheng swallowed and became nervous at the same time as Uncle Maori.

No matter how valuable the Twilight Pavilion is, it is only an invisible wealth on paper, not to mention that it has not yet been acquired. A high-end sports car that can be exhibited here is not a casual thing for him.

But guessing with Uncle is impossible to lose, right?

In the audience, Xiaolan stayed among the guests below, not knowing who to cheer for, so she could only watch the two men who were ready to guess the boxing closely.

"Rock-paper-scissors!"

"cloth!"

Gao Cheng sacrificed his scissors, but collided with the fisted Uncle Maori, and instantly dropped his jaw and fell into petrification.

"what?!"

The sports car flies...

Flew...

Up...

Gao Cheng opened his mouth and cupped his face. He didn't want to listen to Uncle Maori's proud testimony. Amidst the laughter of the guests, he walked to the side of his mountain bike stupidly on the platform.

In a blink of an eye, a Kung Fu sports car turns into a bicycle. The most painful moment in this life is the moment when the scissors are out of the box. No one will believe it...

It's a hell, even if you lose to the uncle in mahjong, you can't win by guessing.

Bu Mei gathered around the mountain bike and commented: "Mountain bikes seem to be good too. We can't drive anyway, right?"

Gao Cheng turned his head stiffly: Hey, how did you say the mountain bike has become yours?

Yuanzi walked over and said, "Please, what is your expression? We don't even have a chance to guess the boxing."

"Yes," Bumei said lostly, "I only counted to 25 seconds."

Yuanta wondered: "I only counted to 2 seconds..."

Gao Cheng's face twitched: "It's completely two different things, okay? I can count 30 seconds 100%..."

"A liar, how can someone guess right every time?"

"cough."

Gao Chenglao blushed.

Is it too much to use the system to do this kind of thing...

"Pop!" The lights of the venue suddenly went out, leaving only a beam of light hitting the host of the stage.

Gao Cheng stopped talking, looking at the stage in doubt.

"Everyone, the next thing I want to introduce is that today's most important guest, that is, the work of the national treasure-level Japanese painting master, Mr. Rukiminemizu."

Following the host’s voice, Mount Fuji, painted by the moon and water, appeared on the screen on the side of the venue.

"Mr. Kisaragi likes Mount Fuji very much. He has spent more than 30 years depicting the majestic appearance of Mount Fuji. This time, to celebrate the completion of the twin tower skyscrapers of the student president Tokiwa, he specially presented a new work...Mt. Fuji in spring snow!"

The curtain of the rostrum slowly opened, everyone's eyes were focused on the center, but as the background light turned on, the scene in front of them shocked everyone.

Right in front of the illuminated Japanese painting, Mio Tokiwa's body hung high in the middle, causing a series of panic screams in the venue.

Gao Cheng's face changed suddenly, and he couldn't take care of his mountain bike, and hurriedly ran back on stage with Uncle Maori.

"Hurry up and put down Ms. Tokiwa and close the curtain!" Seeing that the others were at a loss, Gao Cheng hurriedly shouted.

Uncle Maori hurriedly picked up Tokiwa Mio and lay it flat on the ground. A deep trace of the pearl necklace could be seen on her neck, and Tokiwa Mio was completely dead.

After Gao Cheng contacted Mumu downstairs, he squatted down to examine the corpse and saw that the piano wire was hooked behind the pearl necklace. The other end of the wire went around the steel frame of the beam and was connected to the painting axis. I'm afraid it was when the painting was put down. Tokiwa Mio pulled up in the opposite direction.

This is a planned murder...

Gao Cheng turned his gaze to a small wine glass that had fallen from the foot of the corpse. Although it did not break, it was indeed the same type as in the previous incidents.

How is this going?

First, Oki City Councillor was assassinated in the suite on the 7th floor of Building B. Then Tokiwa director Haraaki was shot and killed in his own home. Now even Tokiwa Mio has not escaped, he is actually hanged in full view. dead…

If you don't consider the black organization, the only connection between the three people is this newly-built two-tower skyscraper, almost all of them are the main guides.

Gao Cheng looked at the remaining suspects.

The secretary Sawaguchi, the architect Hidehiko Kazama, and the serious-faced old man Ju Yue Fengshui.

At the time of the incident, these people were all behind the curtain, and they all had the opportunity to hook the piano cord to the necklace of Mio Tokiwa.

The only problem is that the action of hooking the necklace should be obvious, but Mio Tokiwa showed no signs of struggling. He was obviously unprepared. I didn't seem to notice it...

"Mori! Brother Shiroto!" Mumu led Shiratori and others hurriedly to the scene after receiving the news, and by the way concentrated several suspects for interrogation.

"In other words, when the incident happened, were Mr. Kazama and Mr. Kitsuki right on both sides of the victim?"

After Mumu understood the situation, he ordered: "Now please stand where you were at that time, and Chiba will stand at the position of the victim. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

On the floor of the stage, there are three small lights that are used to indicate positions. They are separated by more than one meter. Hidehiko Kazama and Fengshui Nizuki are standing on both sides.

"At that time, Miss Sawaguchi was beside the stage, right?"

"Yes," Zeguchi nodded worriedly, "I operate the elevator over there."

"What's the matter with that pearl necklace?" Mumu asked.

"She said it was a gift from someone, but she didn't know who it was..."

"When did this painting arrive?"

"It arrived last night," Zeguchi looked at Fengshui Ruyue who was sticking a cane next to him. "We moved in together under the supervision of Mr. Ruyue at that time."

Mumu frowned and looked at the old man, "In other words, the last person who had the chance to play this piano line trick was..."

"It's a pity, I don't know." The old man kept his face straight.