"Fujino-kun?"

"Officer Sato?"

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

"Why are you here?"

Miwako Sato came to Fujino first.

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

Fujino scratched the back of his head, "Who knew that something like this would happen just after the show was recorded..."

"So that's it."

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

How come this guy, like Kudo Shinichi, always encounters 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 conference room on the fourth floor. The bullet passed through his head and also penetrated the glass behind him.

At the same time, the splattered blood stained the glass of the roll-up window red.

Next to his body were a pistol and a mobile phone.

The upper part of the mobile phone is stained red.

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

There are two on the poster and one next to the alarm clock on top, with the warhead embedded in the wall.

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

It is consistent with the projectile remaining on the wall and piercing Suwa Michihiko's head.

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

…………

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

There is no discomfort, nor any feeling of sadness...

Purely, just looking at a cold dead body.

Before he knew it, he had become numb.

Thinking of this, Fujino shook his head to get rid of unrealistic thoughts from his mind.

There are more than a thousand episodes of Conan's cases. Even if he watched all the plots from a third-person perspective in his previous life, he can experience it personally. Without systematic prompts, there will inevitably be some omissions.

Putting away his thoughts, Fujino took a deep breath and shouted to Sato Miwako: "I already know the murderer's method of killing Mr. Suwa!"

"So fast?"

Hearing the sound, Miwako Sato turned to look at Fujino, and couldn't help but be stunned.

It’s not because of Fujino’s speed in solving the case.

It's just that the expression on Fujino's face at this moment... is too deep.

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

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

"From above?"

Hearing this, Miwako Sato frowned.

After quickly checking the bullet holes on the corpse, he nodded, "If it was shot from the front, then the direction of the bullet hole penetration should indeed be relative, but the bullet holes on this corpse show...

A diagonal line runs from the upper right part of the forehead to the lower left part of the cerebellum."

"And there's that window."

As he spoke, Fujino pointed to the window behind Suwa Michihiko's body and said solemnly: "If Mr. Suwa was killed in front of the window, then it stands to reason that the window should be full of blood. However, except for the blood stains on the glass,

, but there is no blood stain on the window frame."

"So I infer that the murderer was not Suwa Michihiko who was killed head-on, but shot vertically from mid-air."

As he spoke, Fujino walked to the window and demonstrated it personally, "The murderer first lured Mr. Suwa to stick his head out of the window, and then took the opportunity to shoot down in a room upstairs.

He shot directly."

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

As she spoke, Miwako Sato's words stopped abruptly.

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

"That's right."

Fujino nodded towards Sato Miwako and pointed his finger at Matsuo Takashi: "The murderer is none other than Matsuo Takashi as the host."

"He first made those bullet holes in this room, and then during the commercial break in the studio, he ran to the room on the corresponding floor on the pretext of having a stomachache, and called Mr. Suwa to lure him

Go to the window, shoot him... and then throw the gun in."

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

"As long as we check his mobile phone, we can determine whether he has called Mr. Suwa."

"After all, portable mobile phones like Big Brother can remember the last number dialed..."

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

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

Because Matsuo Takashi was in a hurry and had no time to prepare, he fired, and his sleeves were also reacted by gunpowder smoke.

Just like that, the case came to an end.

Late at night.

Snowflakes were falling slightly, the road was dyed white, and some wheel marks were meandering forward from the snow-white street.

After solving the case, Fujino rode his motorcycle on the road back to Fifth Chome from the TV station.

Watching the scattered snowflakes hitting the helmet's windshield, Fujino couldn't help but sigh.

It was obviously a warm and sunny day yesterday, so why are there snowflakes today?

The ghostly weather in Ke Xue's world is really as weird as time...

Putting away his thoughts, he turned his peripheral vision to the rearview mirror, stared at the reflected car lights, and frowned: "It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

In the snow, less than ten meters away from behind him, a white dump truck was also driving on the snowy street.

The dump truck had its high beam on, so it was not possible to see the situation inside the cab very well.

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

"Why is that dump truck still following me?"

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

Looking in the rearview mirror again, the dump truck behind me is still following closely.

"Are you here for me?"

Fujino's hand gripped the motorcycle handlebar tightly, and he stared at the dump truck in the rearview mirror with his peripheral vision, feeling a bad premonition arise in his heart.

[Detective enhancement has been enabled: the host body is 200% enhanced]

"Buzz!"

System enhancement has just started.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from behind.

The dump truck behind him, which was still traveling at a constant speed, suddenly accelerated, and its tires made a harsh sound due to insufficient friction.
Chapter completed!