Comprehensive comic: It starts with getting little Doraemon by punching in

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Rice flower apartment.

Why did it suddenly become a murder scene?

Fei Yingli looked at the live broadcast that suddenly came in on the TV, her expression was slightly startled, and she muttered to herself in confusion.

She remembered that this station seemed to be broadcasting a detective program in which Kogoro Mori participated, right?

The young police officer's name seems to be Kitahara Hajime. I remember seeing him in the newspaper a few days ago...

Looking at the man on the TV screen, Fei Yingli said thoughtfully.

Kitahara Hajime...

Mao Lilan, who was sitting across the dining table, slowly bit the chopsticks in her mouth and looked at the familiar figure on the TV with complex eyes.

Every time she sees Kitahara Hajime, she can't help but think of what happened that night.

Mom, can you watch other programs? Mao Lilan put down the chopsticks with teeth marks and said softly.

Hey, didn't you say you wanted to watch Kogoro's detective show? Fei Yingli said a little strangely, Why do you want to change the channel all of a sudden?

...It's not appropriate to watch this kind of thing while eating.

After a moment of silence, Mao Lilan pursed her lips and said.

Fei Yingli looked at the finished rice bowl in front of her, her beautiful eyes half-squinted subconsciously.

Then she glanced sideways at the young policeman on the TV and nodded thoughtfully.

Then let's change to an evening drama.

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Inside the Japanese TV station.

Yes, really, then I don't know who the murderer that Officer Kitahara is talking about is?

Hearing Kitahara Hajime's words, Matsuo Takashi asked with a very calm expression, although there was a flash of panic in his heart.

As for the murderer, don't you know it very well yourself. Kitahara walked slowly to his side, reached out and patted his shoulder lightly, Isn't it the Suwa Michihiko you killed yourself?

Stop joking! Matsuo Takashi turned his head and looked at him angrily, When Suwa died, I was recording the show upstairs all the time. I have a complete alibi.

But I heard from Uncle Maori that you went to the toilet during this period, right?

Kitahara Hao looked at Matsuo Takashi who was trying to struggle, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

That's less than four minutes. It will take at least six minutes to get here from upstairs! Matsuo Takashi retorted loudly.

Six minutes, you know it very clearly. Kitahara Hao picked up the blood-stained mobile phone of the deceased and lightly pressed the play button on it.

As the play button of the mobile phone was pressed, a phone number also appeared on the screen of the mobile phone.

As long as you press the play button on any mobile phone, the number of the last conversation will automatically appear.

This should be your phone number, right?

Kitahara Hao put the phone in front of his eyes and asked with interest.

You were the one who had the last conversation with the deceased, right?

Looking at the familiar number on the phone screen, Matsuo Takashi's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes became a little panicked.

Oops, I didn’t expect this at all!

What kind of evidence is this? Do you think I am a prisoner just because of this call record?

Although he was panicking in his heart, Matsuo Takashi chose to continue to be tough.

He didn't believe that the budding policeman in front of him could think of his own methods of committing crimes!

You really don't want to give up...

Kitahara Hao shook his head helplessly, and then pressed the play button on his mobile phone.

The next moment, the cell phone placed in Matsuo Takashi's coat pocket rang, making his heartbeat gradually accelerate.

First, you used a phone call to lure the deceased to stick his head out of the window. You stood at the window upstairs and shot him in the head. Then you dropped the pistol and fell into the room along the beveled window. The deceased was facing downwards because he was facing downwards. The window ended up closing due to the slip.”

If nothing went wrong, there should be bullet holes left on the street outside.

Am I right, Mr. Matsuo?

Looking at Matsuo Takashi who was already covered in cold sweat, Kitahara turned around and walked into the room, looking at the bullet holes in the wall.

But...but those bullet holes in the wall?

............... 0

Mouri Kogoro looked at him with some doubts.

It's all prepared in advance, mainly to give people a wrong hint.

Kitahara Hao replied with a chuckle.

I……

Matsuo Takashi's face was pale, and his forehead was already covered with nervous sweat. He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something more.

Mr. Matsuo, if I do a gunpowder reaction on you, the remaining gunpowder will definitely show up on your sleeves.

So don't waste any more time, I'm still waiting to get off work.

Kitahara Hao sighed, threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stamped it out.

I don't want to kill him either. If it weren't for that guy, he would have to replace me as the host -

Matsuo Takashi took a deep breath, gritted his teeth with a bitter expression, and prepared to tell the reason why he wanted to kill someone.

However--

Okay, no need to give any more reasons.

Since you have confessed, let's take him away as soon as possible. If we delay any longer, it will be almost eight o'clock!

Kitahara Hao interrupted him without hesitation, and then looked at Megure Thirteen next to him.

Ahem, Brother Beihara is right!

After regaining consciousness, Megure Thirteen coughed lightly, and then directed his men to take Matsuo Takashi into the police car.

As expected of you, Beiyuan.

Miwako Sato came over and rubbed his head with her hand, smiling happily.

It's not bad, by the way. Kitahara Hao suddenly remembered something, turned his head and whispered to her, Remember to go to the izakaya with me later.

I really want to have a taste of senior! 5.

069: It’s okay, let my sister accompany you from now on!

Really, don't say such strange things in other people's ears...

Feeling the heat coming from her ears, Sato Miwako couldn't help but tremble, and she couldn't help but glare at him in annoyance.

What does it mean to taste the taste of senior? Beihara's words are really getting more and more unrestrained.

And there are so many reporters and policemen from the same department around, so you are not afraid of being discovered by the intimate gesture between the two just now?

So, will Sato-senpai go?

Beihara Hao looked at the blush on her ears and asked with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

……go.

Miwako Sato bit her lower lip and was silent for a moment, then nodded imperceptibly and answered in a low voice.

Anyway, she had already prepared herself mentally in the morning, so there was nothing to hesitate about.

I'll drive you there right away.

Beitahara nodded with satisfaction and said.

When the two of them came over, they came in his own car. In other words, when the team was to close later, the two of them did not need to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department, they could just go there directly.

Kitahara, you are really awesome!

At this moment, Mouri Kogoro's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, and Kitahara Hao subconsciously turned his head to look.

No, mainly thanks to the tips Mr. Mori gave me. Kitahara Hao chuckled and said modestly, Without those tips, I might not have been able to find the murderer.

After all, I slept with someone else’s daughter, so I’d better speak a little more politely.

Eh, really?

Mouri Kogoro was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but show a proud smile on his face. He reached out and patted his shoulder hard, and laughed: Although compared to me, you——

Kitahara, Miss Sato, it's time to close the team!

Before he finished speaking, he heard Chiba Kazushi's voice coming from the stairs in the distance.

Coming - see you next time, Mr. Mori.

Kitahara Hajime replied, then nodded to Mouri Kogoro, and followed Miwako Sato outside the building of Nippon TV Station.

He didn't have time to stay here and continue to listen to Mouri Kogoro's boasts.

After walking out of Nippon TV Station, Kitahara Hajime said hello to Megure Jusan, and then returned to his car with Sato Miwako.

Come on, it's time for the two of us to be alone.

Seeing Sato Miwako closing the passenger door, Kitahara Hao raised the corners of his mouth and said to her with a smile.

Hey, don't we have to go back to the Metropolitan Police Department first?

Hearing this, Miwako Sato blinked in confusion.

According to the normal procedure, after catching the prisoner, shouldn't he go back to the Metropolitan Police Department first?

Don't worry, I have already made arrangements with the Memu Police Department in advance.

Kitahara Hao turned the car key and said disapprovingly.

After all, the case this time was mainly solved by him. For such a small request as leaving get off work early, Mumu Shisan agreed without even thinking.

That's it...

Miwako Sato stared at the moving scenery outside the window with her lavender eyes, and nodded thoughtfully.

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Blue Parrot Bar, Mihua Town.

Although Kitahara Haori wanted to go to an izakaya at first, since it was already the rush hour of getting off work in the evening, there was no room in the izakaya.

In the end, I could only find a good bar nearby.

With your abilities, I'm afraid you will be promoted to the police department in a short time.

Sato Miwako picked up the crystal wine glass in her hand, looked at the amber wine in the glass, and couldn't help but chuckle at the man next to her.

You might be my boss from now on.

If the current situation continues, Kitahara's chance of promotion will definitely come earlier than hers.

After all, he is in the professional team after all, and it is not an exaggeration to say that his crime-solving ability is the strongest in the investigation department.

Being Miwako's boss...

Kitahara thought carefully, then shook his head and said: With my current experience, it is not so easy to become a police officer.

He still prefers the current relationship between the two of them, and there is always a stimulating feeling in his heart.

Thinking of this, he picked up the wine glass on the side and took a sip.

You are so humble...

Sato Miwako half-supported her cheeks, her purple eyes looked at the half-drinked whiskey in his glass, and she couldn't help biting her lower lip.

You must know that both of them are drunk now, and they will definitely not be able to drive for a while.

So, should tonight...

As she was thinking, she gradually became a little nervous. Sato Miwako also picked up the wine glass and took a sip, hoping to use alcohol to prevent herself from thinking so much...