Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 70 Bloody Live Broadcast

Japanese TV station.

Studio on the 9th floor, the filming site of "Detective Bureau".

Time: 8 o'clock in the evening.

"All groups, get ready!"

"5, 4, 3..."

"Welcome everyone to this week's special episode of Detective Bureau. I'm your host, Takashi Matsuo!"

"I'm Assistant Nagai Ayako!"

"We are delighted to have some exceptional guests here today! They are the highly anticipated detective duo, Mr. Kogoro Mouri and his partner, Mr. Kazuichi Kinda..."

"There's also Mr. Okami Zhushan, a veteran gourmet detective with a great reputation overseas!"

"The five of us will now be broadcasting a one-hour live show for everyone. Viewers can call the hotline if they have any questions..."

After an opening speech, the host, Takashi Matsuo, and his female assistant turned the audience's attention to the guests' seats on both sides.

This man with middle-parted glasses is a smiling tiger and full of scheming.

He was humble in the invitation beforehand, but seemed a bit aggressive when he got to the show.

"Detective Maori, can you tell me how you became partners?"

"How do I put this?"

The man with the mustache was nervous before, but now he became a little too proud of himself in the face of all the flattery.

"It feels like fate has destined us to be partners, haha! When Kindaichi is around, I can easily solve cases even without falling asleep, just like the Maru case before..."

Conan's face twitched slightly in the audience.

My uncle only remembers the two cases he solved with Gao Mo.

The case of the Yao family had been brought up repeatedly before, but because of Gao Mo's request, his uncle had to downplay its impact, and only the case of the Wan family could be discussed.

However, compared to the original case, which could only be described as an extramarital affair between a wealthy family, the Maru case had a complete reasoning process - and therefore became the uncle's new bragging target.

"Speaking of Detective Maori's dormant cases, everyone's actually quite interested, like the Red Oni Village Fire Festival case," the female assistant asked with a smile, "and the Moon Shadow Island case... Can you tell me what happened on Moon Shadow Island back then?"

"Uh, well," the man with a mustache scratched his hair, completely confused about the Moon Shadow Island case, "let's talk about the Maru case. I was in the reception room at the time, and I didn't expect..."

Across from him, Dashang Zhushan showed an impatient expression and interrupted the man with the mustache: "You keep talking about the same case over and over again. Are you really the one who solved those cases?"

"what?"

The man with a mustache was stunned in front of the camera, and Conan in the audience also looked panicked.

"What do you mean by a sleeping Kogoro?" Okami Zhushan snorted coldly. "The Maru case you're so proud of, that's a case that even a child could solve. The criminal simply acted on impulse and wasn't fully prepared..."

"It's just that the deceased was so badly injured that he couldn't cry out. Otherwise, there would be no need for you to solve the case."

"You can't say that," Matsuo Takashi quickly said, laughing it off. "After all, the police also highly praised it..."

"The praise from those idiot police officers is a joke," Da Shang Zhu Shan said disdainfully. "The puzzle death message...does a case like this even require a detective?"

This guy just speaks without thinking.

Gao Mo frowned secretly beside him.

He was actually the one who made those inferences.

The reason for introducing the mustache was to find bodyguards to share the risk.

He admitted that his reasoning skills were average, but his Eagle Vision was an extraordinary ability.

It sounds simple to leave a death message, but is it really that easy to find at the scene?
The deceased was already seriously injured at the time, and the knife marks left were actually very shallow. In addition, the scene was chaotic and the information was mixed, so it was difficult to accurately identify the clues.

Even a great detective can miss a clue.

"What do you know, you bastard?" the mustache-faced man roared. "A gourmet detective is a joke! You're talking about pairing gourmet food with murder... Aren't you afraid of being poisoned while investigating?"

"Two great detectives!"

Seeing that the little mustache man was about to fight with Okami Zhushan with his face flushed, Matsuo Takashi quickly winked at the female assistant.

"Okay, now let's go to the commercials first, and then we'll have the deduction segment everyone's been waiting for..."

“You can go into advertising now.”

In the studio, the production crew inserted commercials in real time and were extremely pleased with the performance. "Matsuo was really creative. He actually thought of using a famous detective to create conflict."

"The show has already reached its limit, but maybe this will give it a second lease on life."

"Mouri Kogoro and that Kindaichi didn't spend much, but Ogami Zhushan asked for a whopping 1.5 million for a one-hour performance..."

"Forget it, as long as it's a good show."

"Where's Suwa? Is he still down there?"

"I don't know what that guy was up to. He sent everyone away and went to the conference room on the fourth floor alone..."

"Maybe there's some weird idea," an assistant walked into the studio with a script. "Mr. Matsuo has replaced the mystery segment with a live broadcast, and asked us to connect to the conference room on the fourth floor."

"These two guys have always had their own ideas."

“Yes, they came up with a lot of ideas together.”

Studio scene.

Gao Mo pushed his glasses and didn't say anything. After the camera cut away, Dashang Zhushan returned to his resting state, and seemed not to want to say a word to the little mustache.

"Sorry," Matsuo Takashi suddenly stood up, holding his stomach, "I feel a little uncomfortable. I'm going to the bathroom and will try to be back before the commercial ends..."

Almost at the same time that Matsuo Takashi left, the female assistant also left her seat apologetically: "I'll go check on the situation."

"What are you doing?"

When the man with a mustache reacted, there were only a few guests left on the stage.

Thinking about the reasoning part that would happen later, I became a little nervous again.

There are so many people in the audience and my daughter is here to support me. It would be a huge loss of face if I lose to Da Shang Zhu Shan.

"It seems that Da Shang came prepared today. We..."

"Didn't you say that being a detective requires thick skin?" Gao Mo pushed the heavy-faced uncle. "I watched the previous episodes. In the end, the criminals had to choose one of four. Just pick one randomly based on your luck. Just think of it as playing a fool. Anyway, you are very good at this."

"What do you mean I'm good at this?"

"I mean, you're really good at solving problems. This kind of challenge is nothing to you."

"hey-hey."

The man with a mustache suddenly lost his anxiety and made a promise on the spot.

"Don't worry, we won't compete with him in reasoning later."

Less than 5 minutes later, Takashi Matsuo returned to the studio sweating profusely, followed by his female assistant.

Gao Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

The aura of death that permeated the TV building is slowly dissipating...

"Okay, welcome back to the show," Takashi Matsuo said impromptu after the commercial break. "Before we begin the deduction segment, I'd like to talk about the recent hotly debated wiretapping incident. Smartphones, while convenient, are constantly under the threat of viruses, so I still prefer old-fashioned cell phones..."

"That's not right, Mr. Matsuo," interrupted the man with the mustache, shaking his head. "If it's wiretapping, even an old-fashioned phone wouldn't be of any use. There are plenty of ways to eavesdrop."

"Huh?" Matsuo Takashi said awkwardly, "Mr. Mori seems to be very experienced."

"Of course, I'm..." The man with the mustache adjusted his collar, "I used to be a criminal police officer. I've seen a lot of things like this, and..."

"Speaking of detectives," the female assistant interrupted with a smile, "Matsuo's marksmanship seems to be just as good as detectives, right? I heard that you've been practicing shooting abroad a lot lately, and you're already as good as a professional. You're not planning to kill anyone..."

"Uh, haha," Matsuo Takashi said timidly, wiping his sweat. "Don't say things that might lead to misunderstandings. I'm just interested. I'm not some suspicious guy in a mystery drama."

Matsuo Takashi then smiled mysteriously at the camera. "Then, next up is the all-important deduction segment. Our producer, Mr. Suwa, will be making a special appearance as the protagonist... Are you ready?"

The program crew and the audience were laughing at Matsuo's comedian-like behavior, and the scene just happened to switch to the conference room.

A short-haired, fat-faced man with a hole in his head and wide-eyed eyes slipped under the window and entered the live camera.

The broken glass and splattered blood dyed the scene scarlet.

The laughter paused for a moment.

"It's amazing, more realistic than previous short films."

"Ha ha……"

(End of this chapter)