Ghost Detectives in the Detective World

"Brother Matsuda, are you saying that someone on the ninth floor used this method to kill Mr. Satiraka on the fourth floor!"

Megure also realized what was happening.

"The one who can do this should be..."

“It was Takashi Matsuo who left the studio for four minutes during the recording of the program,” Matsuda said in a deep voice. “He is the murderer who killed Mr. Satiraku.”

"Nonsense! Even if Mr. Satirical really did die by this method, anyone else could have done it. Why does it have to be me!"

Takashi Matsuo shouted angrily.

"Furthermore, this method is just your guess. Do you have any evidence to prove that the murderer was definitely on the ninth floor, and not on the fourth floor?"

"I can say that because I have my evidence,"

Matsuda smiled and said, "Everyone, please take a look..."

The television screen suddenly switched to the area outside the Nichiri TV station.

Yue Shui appeared on screen and introduced himself to the television viewers.

"This is below the crime scene. Please look at this bullet mark! Directly opposite are the two rooms where Senior Matsuda previously demonstrated the killer's methods to us!"

As the camera zoomed in, everyone could clearly see the distinct crater in the concrete.

"And this too,"

Koshimizu was wearing gloves and holding an empty bullet casing in her hand.

“This is what we found in the grass near the bullet hole. These two points prove that Matsuda-senpai’s deduction about the murderer’s method of killing was not wrong.”

What lesson should we learn?

When did such a pretty little girl come to class again?

Megure stared wide-eyed, somewhat dazed.

The others had already agreed with the murder method that Matsuda had previously proposed.

"Well, Mr. Matsuo, can I now say for sure that you fired the shot from the ninth floor?"

Matsuda asked on TV.

"This at most proves that your method is correct, but don't forget, anyone could have fired a shot on the ninth floor, so why should it be me!" Takashi Matsuo was still stubbornly denying it.

"Mr. Matsuo is quite calm," Matsuda sneered on television. "I hope you can maintain that composure soon."

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you remember the demonstration that Inspector Megure and I did just now? Inspector Megure came to the window because he heard what I said on TV."

"But what about the murderer? How could he get the deceased, Mr. Satir, to come to the window and stick his head out, just as he wanted?"

"This..." Inspector Megure was stumped again.

Mori and the others standing nearby were also deep in thought.

"The phone call! The murderer must have called Mr. Satirical, then tricked him into going to the window, saying he wanted to show him something, and made him stick his head out!" Conan said weakly.

In fact, he had already found out the truth of the matter.

Just as he was about to anesthetize Mori, he discovered that Matsuda had disappeared.

Having had many experiences with this, Conan immediately sensed something was wrong and instinctively put down the tranquilizer watch in his hand.

Sure enough, Matsuda's face appeared on TV afterwards.

Hmph, luckily I discovered it early, otherwise Uncle would have been anesthetized again for nothing today.

Conan was initially quite smug.

But then he noticed that something was wrong with his mindset; he seemed to have gotten used to being ahead of Matsuda!

This sudden discovery has left Conan still reeling.

"That's right, it's a telephone!"

On the screen, Matsuda took out a transparent plastic bag.

"This contains the cell phone of the victim, Mr. Feng, and according to the forensic investigation, a call was received into this cell phone at the exact moment Mr. Feng was murdered."

“Mr. Matsuo, do you know that no matter how you deny it, as long as that evidence is on you, you will never be able to escape your identity as a murderer?”

As Matsuda spoke, he glanced at the phone in the plastic bag in his hand, inwardly complaining.

He was already using a color screen mobile phone that could send emails three years ago, during the Ferris wheel bombing incident.

But now, three years have passed.

Mobile phone technology, however, seems to have regressed.

Surprisingly, the people around me had gone back to using these old-fashioned black and white mobile phones, which were only slightly better than those brick-like phones.

The technology in the Conan world is truly terrifying!

"W-what evidence! I don't understand what you're saying!"

Takashi Matsuo swallowed hard, his expression no longer as calm as before.

"Inspector, could you please press the redial button on Matsuo's mobile phone?" Matsuda instructed.

What happened...

Takashi Matsuo immediately understood Matsuda's meaning.

He hurriedly reached into his clothes to take out his phone, but was immediately grabbed by the arms by Takagi and Chiba, who were staring at him.

Inspector Megure reached out and took out his phone for him, then, at Chiba's prompting, pressed the redial button.

“Mr. Matsuo, the one thing you should never forget is that you forgot to turn off your mobile phone. If you don’t disconnect the power, pressing the redial button on this type of mobile phone will automatically redial the previous number.”

As soon as Matsuda finished speaking, his cell phone rang in the bag in his hand.

Matsuda answered the phone and showed everyone that it was indeed Inspector Megure on the other end.

"Well, Mr. Matsuo, can you explain why this number is now in your mobile phone when you just said you didn't know Mr. Satiraku's phone number?"

"Is this also a coincidence?"

"Why can't it be a coincidence?" Matsuo was still struggling. "Maybe...right, maybe it's because I kept my phone on the table after the show started, and someone must have touched my phone at that time!"

"That's impossible,"

Kogoro Mouri then spoke up.

"Mr. Matsuo, you haven't forgotten, have you? I used your cell phone during the show. I remember you put it back in your jacket pocket after that and never took it out again!"

"If no one has used it, then pressing the repeat button should have called the hotel I dialed on the show."

Kogoro Mouri glared at Matsuo.

"After that, who else but you could take your phone out of your shirt pocket and use it to call the person making the sarcastic interview?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

After a moment of struggle, Matsuo finally gave up resisting.

"As expected of a renowned detective from the Metropolitan Police Department, he discovered the problem so quickly."

"However, that's only because I was incredibly unlucky! If it weren't for Mr. Mori, I would never have left such obvious evidence!"

Chapter 95 Okino Yoko

"Mr. Matsuo, could it be that Mr. Satiraku was really... weren't you two good friends?"

The TV screen switched to Rena Mizunashi.

Holding the microphone, her face was full of shock, as if she couldn't believe that Matsuo had really killed Sakai.

"Yes, it is indeed me!"

Matsuo sighed and nodded.

"I've poured so much effort into the All Japan Detective Agency program, how could I willingly give up my position as host?"

"Wasn't that program planned by Mr. Satiraku all by himself?" Rena Mizunashi asked in surprise.

"That was just what we said to the public at the time. In fact, the program was decided upon by the two of us together."

Matsuo covered his face and said helplessly.

"But when it was announced, all the credit for the planning was given to him, while I was to be the host. This was something we clearly agreed on beforehand!"

"But a few days ago, he suddenly told me that he wanted to replace the host, saying that a younger and prettier host would attract more viewers to the show!"

"He wanted to kick me away!"

Matsuo laughed wildly, his face gradually turning ferocious.

"How could I possibly agree to give away my hard work to someone else so easily?"

……

Takashi Matsuo was taken away.

Rena Mizunashi watched his retreating figure as he was led into the police car, a sense of melancholy washing over her.

"Everyone thought he and Mr. Satirical were good friends, but no one expected that the two would end up like this."

"No matter how good the friends or how strong the friendship, if there are interests involved, problems will arise sooner or later."

Matsuda, however, was already used to it.

Many of the cases handled by the Metropolitan Police Department every day involve people who were originally good friends and partners, but ended up becoming enemies due to unequal distribution of profits.

“However, the famous detectives from the Metropolitan Police Department are still the best,” Rena Mizunashi said with a smile, covering her mouth. “Mr. Matsuo’s method of murder was so novel that none of us expected him to do it. But Officer Matsuda saw through everything in just half an hour after he arrived.”

"Hehe, just luck," Matsuda chuckled. "By the way, Ms. Mizunashi, I have something I'd like to ask you for help with. I wonder if you have some time now?"

If we approach the TV station directly about the detective competition plan, and they refuse, things could get complicated.

It would be safer to consult a professional like Rena Mizunashi first.

"Now?" Rena Mizunashi glanced at her watch. "Sorry, it's already this late. I need to get back early. Officer Matsuda, if you're not in a hurry, how about tomorrow? I'm off tomorrow."

"Yes, of course!"

Since it was he who asked others for help, Matsuda naturally had no objections.