Conan's Unscientific Detective

Mission objective: Solve the live broadcast murder case

Mission Reward: 600,000 yen, 200 detective reputation points

Mission location: Daily TV Station]

Fujino: “?”

After Takashi Matsuo returned to the scene, a system prompt sounded in Fujino's ears.

Hearing this, Fujino looked at Takashi Matsuo in surprise.

When Takashi Matsuo was stared at by Fujino, he suddenly looked a little flustered.

But after thinking about it, he calmed down.

With his modus operandi, no one would have thought of it easily, right?

Fujino glanced at Takashi Matsuo, and after a moment he turned his gaze back to the system task interface.

Looking at the system task of [Live Broadcasting of Murder Cases], he couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts in his mind.

No wonder he always felt that "X-ray Neon Detective" was so familiar to the producer named Suwa.

Isn't this a live broadcast of a murder case?

After the live broadcast ended, producer Michihiko Suwa was still nowhere to be seen.

His body was later found in the conference room on the fourth floor.

(End of this chapter)

72. Chapter 72: The Dump Truck Enters the Palace Again

Chapter 72: The Dump Truck Enters the Palace Again

"Fujino-kun?"

"Officer Sato?"

At the crime scene, Fujino heard a familiar voice and turned around. In a blink of an eye, he saw Sato Miwako leading a team of people to the scene.

"How will you be here?"

Sato Miwako was the first to come to Fujino.

"I was invited to participate in a variety show."

Fujino scratched the back of his head. "Who would have thought that this would happen right after the show was finished..."

"So that's it."

Looking at Fujino in front of her, Sato Miwako couldn't help but sigh.

How come this guy is just like Kudo Shinichi, encountering cases wherever he goes!

Afterwards, she led the accompanying police officers to search the crime scene.

Suwa's body collapsed in front of the window sill of the fourth-floor conference room. The bullet passed through his head and also pierced the glass behind him.

At the same time, the splattered blood also dyed the glass of the roll-down windows red.

Next to his body, there was a pistol and a portable phone scattered around.

The upper part of the cellular phone was dyed red.

After investigation by the Forensic Police, two scattered bullet holes were found on the wall behind Michihiko Suwa's body.

There are two on the poster and one next to the alarm clock on the top. The bullet is embedded in the wall.

In the corner of the conference room, the police collected four remaining bullet casings.

It matches the bullet that remained on the wall and pierced Suwa Michihiko's head.

After interviewing people around him, the time of the victim's death can be basically determined, which is probably between 8:15 and 8:55, when the program was recorded.

…………

Fujino stood aside the crime scene, staring at the body lying on the ground not far away with a gloomy expression.

There was no discomfort, nor any feeling of grief over the loss of a rabbit…

Purely, just staring at a cold dead body.

Before he knew it, he had become numb.

Thinking of this, Fujino shook his head and removed the unrealistic thoughts from his mind.

Conan has more than a thousand episodes of cases. Even if he had watched all the plots from a third-person perspective in his previous life, he could personally experience that without systematic prompts, there would inevitably be some omissions.

Putting away his thoughts, Fujino took a deep breath and shouted to Sato Miwako: "I already know the method used by the murderer to kill Mr. Suwa!"

"So fast?"

Hearing the voice, Sato Miwako turned to look at Fujino and was stunned.

It’s not because of Fujino’s speed in solving cases.

But the expression on Fujino’s face at this moment... was really too deep.

"I think that Mr. Suwa was not actually shot from the front, but from above."

As he spoke, Fujino pointed to the right side of his forehead and said, "Generally speaking, if it is a frontal shot, then the bullet hole should form a parallel line on the front, right?"

"From above?"

Hearing this, Sato Miwako frowned.

After quickly checking the bullet holes on the body, he nodded, "If he was shot from the front, then the direction of the bullet hole should be relative, but the bullet hole on this body is a slanted line, running from the upper right part of the forehead to the lower left part of the cerebellum."

"And that window."

As he spoke, Fujino pointed to the window behind Suwa Michihiko's body and said in a deep voice: "If Mr. Suwa was killed in front of the window, then logically the window should be covered with blood. However, apart from the glass, there is no blood on the window frame."

"So I infer that the murderer did not kill Suwa Michihiko head-on, but shot him vertically from mid-air."

As he spoke, Fujino walked to the window and leaned against it to demonstrate it himself. "The murderer first lured Mr. Suwa to stick his head out of the window, and then took the opportunity to shoot him directly from a room upstairs."

"But, why did Mr. Suwa lean out of the window to give the murderer a chance to kill him......"

Having said that, Sato Miwako's words suddenly stopped.

Then he looked at the blood-stained phone next to the corpse: "Could it be......"

"Yes."

Fujino nodded to Sato Miwako and pointed at Matsuo Takashi: "The murderer is none other than the host, Matsuo Takashi."

"He first created those bullet holes in this room, and then, during the commercial break in the studio, he ran to the room on the top floor of the corresponding floor under the pretext of having a stomachache, called Mr. Suwa and lured him to the window, then shot him dead... and then threw the gun in again."

"In this way, he has a sufficient alibi!"

"If we check his cell phone, we can determine whether he called Mr. Suwa."

"After all, a portable cell phone like a mobile phone can remember the last dialed number..."

Under Fujino's reasoning, Takashi Matsuo quickly confessed to his actions.

At the same time, the police discovered smoke reaction on the roof of the seventh floor opposite this room, and also found the fatal bullet downstairs.

Takashi Matsuo fired the gun in a hurry without any time to prepare, and his sleeves were also exposed to the smoke.

And just like that, the case came to an end.

late at night.

Snow flakes were floating down gently, dyeing the road white, with a few wheel prints winding forward on the white street.

After solving the case, Fujino rode his motorcycle back to Go-chome from the TV station.

Looking at the scattered snowflakes hitting the windshield of his helmet, Fujino couldn't help but sigh.

It was a warm and sunny day yesterday, why is it snowing today?

The weird weather in the world of science is as weird as the time...

Putting away his thoughts, he cast his peripheral vision towards the rearview mirror, staring at the reflected car lights, and frowned: "It can't be such a coincidence that we happened to be on the same route?"

In the flying snow, less than ten meters behind him, a white flat-head dump truck was also driving on the snow-covered street.

The dump truck had its high beams on, so I couldn't see very well what was going on inside the cab.

From the beginning, this dump truck has been following him, even driving along with him and turning several corners.

"Why is that dump truck still following me?"

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly, and then deliberately turned in the opposite direction of home.

Looking at the rearview mirror again, the dump truck behind me was still following closely.

"Is it directed at me?"

Fujino gripped the handlebars of the motorcycle tightly, his eyes fixed on the dump truck in the rearview mirror, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

[Detective enhancement has been activated: Host body is enhanced by 200%]

"Buzz!"

System enhancement has just started.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from behind.

The dump truck that was originally traveling at a constant speed behind me suddenly accelerated, and the tires made a harsh sound due to insufficient friction.

Then, the dump truck rushed towards Fujino's motorcycle at a speed of 70 to 80 kilometers per hour.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 73 Under the Shadow

Three-way intersection.

As the dump truck gradually approached, the roar of the engine reached Fujino's ears.

"It's never over!"

Fujino cursed inwardly, and then he crushed the driving skill card.

[Driving skill enhancement effect has been activated, remaining time: 599 seconds]

The system prompt sound came from my ear.

The next moment, a wonderful feeling spread throughout the body.

Fujino only felt that his understanding of motorcycle driving had reached a new level.

At this moment, the motorcycle I was riding seemed to no longer be a motorcycle.

It's the third leg!

Looking back at the approaching dump truck, Fujino took a deep breath and slammed the brakes on the rear wheels of the motorcycle.

Suddenly, the body of the motorcycle began to shake violently, and the rear wheel, which was forced to brake, swung back and forth on the snowy road.

Fujino seized the opportunity of the shaking and released the brake.

The motorcycle, which had been swinging its tail just now, slid sideways in a strange way.

"boom!"

There was a loud crash.

Fujino jumped off the motorcycle and rolled several times on the snow-covered road before finally stopping.

The abandoned motorcycle continued to slide sideways until it hit a roadside telephone pole and was forced to stop.

After a moment, Fujino struggled to get up from the snow.

He first took off the broken windshield and threw it aside, revealing the fishing hat on his head, and then raised his head and looked at the dump truck not far away.

At this time, the dump truck had already crashed into the concrete wall, and the cab was directly crushed by the high-speed impact.

Fujino took a deep breath and calmed down.

Immediately, a heart-wrenching pain came from all over the body.