Conan: Death is Watching Me

Chapter 72: Hawkeye Solve the Case
With the help of extraordinary power, all the details of the conference room at the crime scene were revealed.

For a moment, Gao Mo even used the level 2 reasoning "information integration" to assist in briefly and vaguely recreating the death scene.

The special ventilation window, the way the body slipped, the open mobile phone that fell beside the hand, the blood splatter trajectory...

Next is the female assistant who is being interviewed by the reporter on the same station.

She has exquisite makeup and her clothes are always so neat.

"Wow!"

Gao Mo's extraordinary vision focused on the cuff of the female assistant's right arm, and some gunpowder residue emerged in his field of vision.

The silencer mainly targets noise and cannot completely block the spraying of residue when firing.

There's clearly something wrong with this woman.

Gao Mo recalled the time when the two of them returned to the studio.

Takashi Matsuo was sweating profusely, but there were obvious water stains on his cuffs, which showed that he had really been to the bathroom.

in contrast.

The female assistant who chased out was not wet at all. No one knew where she went. Her shoes were still covered in dust and dirt, which was in sharp contrast to her clothes.

The moment the extraordinary power ended, Gao Mo keenly noticed the inconspicuous friction marks under the female assistant's right arm.

The murderer...at least it was this woman who shot and killed people.

"call!"

Without further delay, Gao Mo began the first extraction.

The glowing words danced and melted away, and in the end, only Maori Kogoro's "Overshadowing Okami's Good Fortune" remained.

That's good. Ever since he found out that the quality of the task was related to the star rating of the book, he didn't want to draw it from a passerby.

This task of the mustache is also very suitable.

No need to draw a second time.

"Please wait a moment, Officer Megure."

Gao Mo called out to Megure who was about to take Matsuo Takashi away.

The sound was not too loud, but it clearly covered the noise of reporters on the scene.

"It's too early to say that Matsuo Takashi is the murderer."

"what?"

Megure's face was filled with bewilderment.

The live camera shifted to Okami Zhushan, and after a brief pause, it recorded Gao Mo and Maori Kogoro together.

"Mr. Kindaichi?"

"I've actually seen it just now," Gao Mo walked into the crime scene with his hands behind his back. "To go back and forth from the 9th floor studio in less than 5 minutes and shoot someone in the process, even in ideal conditions, it's impossible."

"Can't do it?" Dashang Zhu Shan, who was about to take the notice fee and leave, turned back with a sneer, "You said you can't do it, so you can't do it?"

"Maoli," Gao Mo turned his gaze to the mustache that followed him subconsciously, "Could you please run back and forth?"

"Me?" The man with a mustache pointed at himself.

Is there anything wrong.

He is no longer the same person he was when he was young. Gao Mo also knows how bad his body is now...

Wait, I get it. It just proves that the round trip time is not enough.

"Then let's give it a try first..."

With the help of the staff to help keep time, the man with a mustache started the round trip running challenge, while Gao Mo took advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was diverted and walked to the window of the conference room.

The producer's body had been carried away, leaving only conspicuous bloodstains and a human-shaped white mark.

Gao Mo walked to the window, pushed it open at an angle, and leaned over to look outside.

He followed the staff after the incident.

From the 9th floor to the 4th floor, the middle stairs will be staggered on the 7th floor, which is also the main reason for slowing down the round-trip time.

He remembered that there was a warehouse right above it on the 7th floor.

Thinking of the warehouse, Gao Mo turned his gaze to the female assistant again.

The most frightening thing about reasoning is that it has no direction.

If the murderer is identified in advance, the difficulty of the case will be reduced by several levels.

It also needs Eagle Vision.

He won't end up like Okami Zhushan, the famous detective who fell into the criminal's trap.

"Officer Megure," Gao Mo walked out of the meeting room and said, "Can you send someone down to look for the last bullet hole?" "The last one? It's hard to find it now that it's flown outside..."

"Just look on the ground under the conference room window."

Gao Mo reminded.

In fact, he was already certain of one thing: the murderer did not shoot in the conference room, but shot from the upstairs window.

It can be easily simulated through the blood splatter path, but further evidence is needed.

You can't say that you have super powers and can see through the tricks and know who the murderer is at a glance.

……

"Ha~ha~"

Kogoro Mouri ran downstairs out of breath. In order to get the data accurate, he almost ran twice in a row. He felt dizzy and held on to the wall next to him.

"No, I can't... I haven't run like this in a long time. My heart is about to jump out of my chest..."

"The shortest time is 6 minutes and 30 seconds," Megure frowned as he counted down the seconds. "Can't it be faster? It's just a few floors."

"Stop kidding!" The mustache guy couldn't help but yell at his old boss, "Just try it!"

Zhu Shan, the elder behind, frowned slightly and looked at the man with a small mustache with suspicion.

"What's the point of running back and forth like this? Just because others can't do it doesn't mean Matsuo can't do it. This is complete nonsense!"

"I'm just doing an experiment," Gao Mo said, looking at the man with a mustache breathing continuously, "to show you the difference between sweating after strenuous exercise and sweating due to discomfort. At that time in the studio, Matsuo was indeed sweating a lot, but his breathing was very steady.

Even if his physical strength is several times that of Kogoro, he shouldn't be completely out of breath, right? "

“???” The man with a mustache had a question mark on his face.

Make him run just to prove this?

"This……"

Dashang Zhushan was unable to refute for a moment.

"Maybe Matsuo is special? Who can say for sure? Besides, who else could the culprit be if not him? Humph, he and the assistant were the only ones who left the studio at that time."

As he spoke, Okami Zhushan smiled confidently again: "You don't mean to say that other people accidentally knew that Suwa was here alone? Judging from the pistol and the temporary change in the program plan, it can only be..."

"Isn't there another person?"

Gao Mo interrupted Dashang Zhushan's words.

While the man with the mustache was running around to buy time, he had already gone to the warehouse on the 7th floor to check.

The warehouse window was indeed directly above the murder conference room.

"Haha, you mean the assistant lady?" Dashang Zhushan pinched his handlebar mustache lightly. "Even a grown man would have a hard time making it back and forth in five minutes, let alone the assistant lady. At that time, the assistant lady didn't even break a sweat."

"police officer!"

At this time, the police officer who was sent downstairs to look for bullet marks finally returned to the scene.

"A bomb crater was found on the road just below the meeting room."

Dashang Zhushan, who was about to make fun of him, suddenly changed his expression when he heard this. He vaguely felt that he had made a major mistake in reasoning, and sweat broke out on his forehead uncontrollably.

This case not only has techniques, but the techniques are also very novel.

He was misled by a moment of negligence...

It’s all because Takashi Matsuo is so suspicious!

According to his experience, the other party is most likely the murderer...

Dashang Zhushan looked at Gao Mo who was checking the evidence under the camera, his expression changed repeatedly and he wiped his sweat secretly.

Not urgent.

So what if there is a trick?

Takashi Matsuo is still the biggest suspect.

He just made a mistake in his reasoning process, as long as the result is correct.

This detective who appeared out of nowhere just had better luck...

"Mr. Kindaichi," Megure pressed his hat, realizing something as well. "Could it be... something is wrong? The gunshot was clearly fired from the doorway towards the window. What's going on?"

"The scene can be faked."

Gao Mo turned around and glanced at the silent Dashang Zhushan.

"The criminal had already arranged the scene in advance. He is indeed an internal member of the program team."

"What a joke," Okami Zhushan's eyebrows twitched repeatedly, "I already said that only Matsuo and the assistant left at that time. How can you be sure that the criminal is not Matsuo?"

(End of this chapter)