Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 155 Tang Ze: I don't care, I have to choose one of the three
"The deceased, Suwa Michihiko, was 37 years old, a program producer of Nichimai TV. The murder weapon was a pistol..." Megure Police Department said while making notes on paper, looked at the clock above the window, and couldn't help sighing , "A shot hit the head, piercing through the glass..."

"Mumu Police Department, it's you again." Tang Ze walked into the room with a smile, "Would you like coffee? Always work overtime, you should pay attention to your health."

The Mumu police department looked at the two people who came in one after the other, and greeted them as usual: "Thank you, the police department never reports this kind of overtime subsidy... It costs you."

"Everyone has worked hard." Handing another cup of Buck in his hand to the police department, Tang Ze looked at the deceased surrounded by police officers: "The murderer's marksmanship is very good."

"Oh? What do you think?" The Mumu Police Department's attention suddenly shifted to him.

"The blood splatter on the window." Tang Ze raised a hand holding the coffee cup, and touched the very conspicuous pool of blood on the window. Bloodstain analysis will be more complicated and requires some laboratory operations, but I infer that the gun that hit the head of the deceased had a shooting distance of about 10 meters."

"10 meters?" The Mumu police department looked at the position where the deceased was sitting down, and then visually measured the length of the room, and said doubtfully, "The shooter at the time had to be standing in the corridor at least... Are you sure this data is reliable?"

Tang Ze nodded without hesitation.

It's not 10 meters. This is a TV station building, not a residential building, and the floor height is not low. The murderer hit the deceased on the 7th floor from the 4th floor. There must be 10 meters.

"But, wise man, it looks like there are other bullet holes on the wall." The police officer who was busy collecting evidence clicked on the other bullet holes on the wall, "It is also possible that the gunman fired a few times at random and happened to hit the bullet hole." right?"

Tang Ze snorted softly, and took a sip of coffee: "You can ask the forensics department to come to the scene to do ballistic analysis and restoration, but I insist on my point of view, the murderer is a skilled gunman with excellent marksmanship, and he was killed by one shot." , hitting the vital point."

After saying this judgment, Tang Ze turned his eyes to Matsuo Takashi who was standing on the other side of the room.

"What do you mean?" Matsuo Takashi's temples twitched, jumping up in response, "Are you doubting me?"

"How could it be?" Tang Ze rolled his eyes, "If you have a good marksmanship, don't you still have me and Detective Maori? Don't be so sensitive, Mr. Matsuo."

After saying this, Tang Ze secretly felt happy.

Right, right, choose one of the three, that's the right way.

This kid is actually more difficult to deal with than the more famous Mori Kogoro. How did he lock himself in?

Takashi Matsuo gritted his teeth, and with a heartbeat, he started to perform according to the script he had prepared a long time ago: "But whoever killed him...it was indeed me, and it was all my fault!"

Putting his hands in his pockets, Tang Ze glanced at Conan, who was also holding hot coffee in his hand, and stared at Takashi Matsuo intently, and smiled.

"He came to this room alone because he was waiting for me..." Matsuo Takashi said, his voice choked up, and two lines of tears fell down, "He said that he has something important to talk about today, and I Originally, after the show was over, we could have a meal together and sit down to talk about it, but he disagreed, saying that this was an important conversation that no one else could hear... That's why he stayed here alone. Suwa He is the soul of our show...how could he..."

His voice gradually became unsustainable in the whimpering and crying, and he looked sad and unable to extricate himself.

While he was talking, the on-site shooting was completed, and the police officers who had drawn the white line put Suwa Michihiko's body into a body bag, put it on a stretcher and began to carry it.

Takashi Matsuo supported the stretcher, weeping restrainedly, followed the stretcher to the door, as if expressing his reluctance to his friend.

"Suwa's body has been brought out!" Before everyone in the room could express their views on his emotional performance, a high-pitched female voice rang out in the corridor.

Several reporters ran out from the stairs and surrounded Takashi Matsuo who came out, and several cameras dutifully took a few close-ups of the stretcher where the human figure could be roughly seen.

Standing in the room, other people watching this scene through the TV: "..."

"Wow." Tang Ze let out an exclamation of unknown meaning.

"What's the matter, brother wise?" Mumu Police Department thought he had discovered something, and turned his head.

"No, I'm just a little surprised." Tang Ze looked at the microphones stretched out in front of Matsuo in the picture, and his tone was amazed, "This TV can only receive the real-time signal of Nikmai TV itself? That is to say, Is this the live broadcast of their evening news? A colleague died in the TV building, and their first reaction was to pull in the camera and live-stream it...Wow."

The Mumu Police Department was stunned, watching the TV with a strange expression.

"Is this the media person?" Tang Ze sighed.

In the screen, the reporters surrounding Takashi Matsuo threw questions at him like cannonballs.

"'Mr. Matsuo, while you were hosting the program, the producer of the program was killed in the TV station building. How do you feel now?'"

"'Mr. Matsuo, do you have anything to say to the murderer?'"

"'Is it possible that this case was an attack on the production team due to dissatisfaction with the entertainment crime of the show?'"

"'There are rumors that the producer of Suwa disagrees with you and plans to replace the host candidate. Is it possible that it is your fan...'"

"'That's enough!'" Before finishing this sentence, Matsuo Takashi's eyes widened and he let out an angry shout, "'Please don't slander Mr. Suwa!'"

After he shouted, he pursed his lips and turned his head slightly, as if he was suppressing his emotions, and tremblingly said: "'There have been such rumors recently, but in the end, Mr. Suwa still insisted on the purpose of our program and hoped that I would continue to host it. , keep the variety show style... tonight, we originally wanted to discuss this issue, so we agreed to meet here...'"

"This guy, the case is still under investigation, how can he disclose the details of the investigation?" The Mumu Police Department rolled his eyes and ordered the policemen behind him, "Tell him to stop talking, no, bring him here directly, the matter Haven't asked clearly yet!"

"'I solemnly swear here! I will inherit Mr. Suwa's will and resolutely keep my post!'" Matsuo Takashi has gradually turned from sadness to anger, with rich emotional expression levels and natural changes, and the lines are still clearly recognizable in the roar , also showed excellent hosting skills, "'We will use the program to deal with this incident and do our best to hunt down the murderer!'"

"'Oh! Are you sending a letter to the murderer, Matsuo-san, this is very risky!'" The reporter next to him was full of excitement, not at all persuasive, but rather saying "Is there any more?" , some more."

"'If you don't like this show, you can come after me! I will never run away!'" Takashi Matsuo glared at the front and roared at the camera, "'The devil who killed Mr. Suwa, no matter where you are, I won't let you go!'"

His tears flowed down his cheeks at this moment, like a textbook-level family member of the victim.

The plot is complete, logically coherent, vivid and moving.

"Is this the media person?" Tang Ze sipped his coffee and sighed again.

(End of this chapter)