Author: Report Mr. Krabs

"I think what happened at the time was like this. Mr. Matsuo used the excuse of having a stomachache to go to the toilet. After leaving the studio, he ran towards the storage room and dialed the victim's phone number. The content of the call was probably difficult to understand and required

Suicide and the like, luring the victim to stick his head out of the window, and then doing what Officer Takagi did just now.”

Kogoro said solemnly: "After the killing, Mr. Matsuo immediately returned to the studio. The whole process only takes about 3 minutes, and he can easily kill the victim on the 4th floor from the 9th floor."

"Nonsense. If you follow your reasoning, everyone on the ninth floor could have committed the crime. I'm not the only one who knows about that storage room."

Matsuo Takashi roared with excitement.

Kogoro shook his head: "It's impossible, because if you want to shoot the head sticking out of the window on the fourth floor from the ninth floor, you need good marksmanship. And Mr. Matsuo, you are a member of the shooting club, and you also showed yourself on the show

That superb marksmanship, so only you can complete this modus operandi."

Matsuo Takashi sneered: "Haha, I'm not the only one on the TV station who likes shooting. If this is your reasoning, then it's ridiculous."

"Then check the call records."

Shiratori walked up to Officer Megure and whispered a few words in his ear. Officer Megure's eyes suddenly lit up: "The deceased's cell phone keeps call records, and the calls made during the time of the incident will be called back. If Mr. Matsuo didn't

You called the deceased, so your phone shouldn’t ring, right?”

"Whatever you want, I've never fought before, so it doesn't matter at all."

Matsuo Takashi showed no fear at all.

"It's useless, Officer Megure. I think Mr. Matsuo should have used a temporary phone card. After committing the crime, he immediately pulled out the phone card and destroyed it, and then deleted the call records on the phone, so he would not worry about the police investigation.

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Listening to Kogoro's words, Matsuo Takashi gritted his teeth: "After talking for so long, does Detective Mori have any substantial evidence? If not, then I have no intention of accompanying you to play the reasoning game here.

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"You are very smart, Mr. Matsuo, and very cautious. When I came to this storage room, I found it strange why it was so clean even though no one was here. Now I understand, you stayed there in order to prevent crimes from being committed.

There are traces of it, so we cleaned the place in advance. Wear gloves when committing the crime to prevent fingerprints from being left on the scene or on the pistol. And even if the police find gloves on you, there is no way to prove that they are related to this case."

Kogoro said very calmly: "In short, you have taken into account all possible errors, so no matter how the police investigate, there will be no substantial evidence, right, Mr. Matsuo?"

Matsuo Takashi sneered: "Because I am not a murderer at all, great detective. Instead of unjustly accusing me, an innocent person, here, it is better to quickly investigate other people. Maybe during this time, the real murderer has already escaped from the building."

"But it's because you are too confident. If you are too confident, you will be arrogant, and if you are arrogant, you will show your weaknesses."

"Stop talking nonsense and show it if you have evidence."

"Mr. Matsuo, you still remember when you took out your mobile phone during the show, right?"

"It was taken out, so what?"

"Haha, because you thought that the phone could not be eavesdropped, when I used your phone to make calls, I transplanted a virus program into your phone. And this virus program can intercept the calls you made, the messages you sent, etc.

Send me a summary..."

Kogoro spoke with a proud smile on his face, while Matsuo Takashi turned paler the more he listened, and finally took out his cell phone and threw it to the ground.

"It's useless, Mr. Matsuo, it's useless even if you smash the phone now, because the content of the call you don't want others to know is already with me."

Kogoro took out a small tape recorder, faced the camera and pressed the play button:

"Hey, Suwa, I'm Matsuo... Huhu (running gasp)... Since you have to force me, then I will die... Huhu... During the live broadcast of your show, the host committed suicide by jumping off the building, I

How can I continue watching your show... If you don’t believe it, just stick your head out of the window and have a look..."

"... Bang (gunshot)... Hehe, this idiot..."

The recording ended here, and Matsuo Takashi's legs went weak, and he slumped on the ground helplessly, his face turned ashen, and he no longer looked as arrogant as before.

"With such little ability, you still dare to challenge my Maori brother. You really don't know how high the sky is."

Officer Megure waved his hands disdainfully, and Kazuha and others stepped forward and handcuffed Matsuo Takashi.

Reina Mizuna had already rushed to the 9th floor. Thanks to the police cordoning off the scene, other reporters, hostesses and other glamorous bitches were all blocked by the police, so she had to seize the opportunity.

The organization arranges for one to work in a TV station, with the purpose of using one's identity as a host to get close to senior management to obtain information. The greater one's reputation, the more important one is to the organization, and the more likely one is to participate in more advanced and top-secret tasks.

Therefore, this exclusive interview with the famous detective Mouri Kogoro belongs to me, Reina Minami.

"Sorry, Miss Mizuno, regarding my exclusive interview, I have already agreed to give it to Miss Okino Yoko."

After hearing Kogoro's words, Rena Minami ran up panting and was dumbfounded.

"Yoko? Are you kidding me? She is neither a reporter nor a host. What kind of interview does she do?"

Shuiwu Reina almost went crazy.

"There is no way. This is the intention of the higher-ups in the station. They said that the next step is to let Okino Yoko host several programs, so they let her practice in advance. I argued hard, but there is no way."

The program director acted very helpless.

"Stop pretending, was it you who recommended the interview to Okino Yoko?"

Mizuki Reina suddenly put her hand on the program director's neck, leaned closer and asked in a deep voice.

"Of course not me..."

The program director took two steps back with a guilty conscience.

"hehe."

Reina Mizuna already knew the answer and said coldly: "Okay, I won't compete with Yoko for this exclusive interview, but now I want to interview Mr. Mori about another question."

With that said, she reached out and handed the microphone to Kogoro: "Detective Mori, what do you think of your behavior of tapping Mr. Matsuo's mobile phone just now?"

"That's all necessary for the show, Miss Rena Minami, as a famous detective, how could I deliberately eavesdrop on other people's calls?"

Kogoro looked upright: "Here, I just take the opportunity to tell the audience that technology is changing with each passing day. Don't think that mobile phones cannot be eavesdropped. And the method to prevent virus programs from being implanted is also very simple.

Don’t lend your phone to strangers, don’t receive text messages from unknown sources, and don’t believe so-called lottery winning calls, they are all scammers... liars!!!”

"Mr. Mori, then my second question is..."

"Oh, Miss Minami, your eyes are so beautiful, you will never forget them once you take a look at them. I know a very delicious French restaurant. I wonder if Ms. Minashi has time in the evening?"

"Mr. Maori, it's still live broadcast now."

"Oh, let's make an appointment after the live broadcast is over."

"I mean...your wife is probably watching in front of the TV."
Chapter completed!