Maori Kogoro began to understand everything

3 answers, 3 ways of reading them, they seem very different...

"Are you sure they are looking at the same paper?"

"It must be right. There is that piece of paper in the envelope," the secretary said confidently. "After I told the president their answer, he was not surprised at all and said that the fox's tail was finally exposed..."

"That's it."

Maori's eyes wavered.

Just as he thought, President Kojima was indeed using this selection tournament to find someone. The three competitions were used for rough selection, and the last letter was used to lock in the target.

But why do we ask how to pronounce it? There are different ways to pronounce it...

Although a murder occurred, Nichimeri TV was not in too much chaos, and other floors were still working in an orderly manner. Only the "National Mr. Kojima Selection Contest" work area, especially the murder scene, was blocked at Maori's request.

Taking this opportunity, Conan asked a lot of questions, but he did not question any of the three suspects because he was concerned that one of them was Genta's father.

Because he often records programs on Nichimi TV, Maori is quite influential among the TV station employees. And when a murder case happened to occur, Maori temporarily became the backbone before the police arrived. Even the little kid Conan received a raise, and no one was surprised that this kid was running around the murder scene.

Mao Li wanted to grab this guy and throw him out...

"So that's it..."

At the corridor where the incident occurred, Officer Megure and Detective Takagi were standing at the bottom of the stairs. Unrelated personnel had been cleared out, leaving only a few witnesses and staff members. Kojima Kensaku, who was involved in the accident, had also been taken away. Only a pool of blood and a human-shaped mark circled with white tape were left on the ground.

"After hearing a loud bang and screams, the TV station staff rushed over and saw that he had already collapsed with blood on his head, right?"

"Yes," Takagi said, looking at the record book, "The person who was in the accident was Mr. Kojima Gonsaku, 71 years old, the chairman of the Kojima Group. He came here today as the chairman of the jury for the special program of Nichimi TV... The hospital has just confirmed his death..."

"Chairman of the review committee?"

"Yes, it's the National Mr. Kojima Selection Competition. This program was planned and sponsored by President Kojima himself. It is said that the winner can get very generous prizes..."

Gao Mu explained, and looked at the scene in surprise, "President Kojima is old, and it looks like this is just an accident where he slipped and fell down the stairs. It's not within the scope of our Investigation Division 1, right? Why did they come directly to us?"

"Because, because Detective Maori," the staff member explained hurriedly, "Detective Maori said it was not an accident..."

"Detective Mori?" Takagi was slightly stunned. He hadn't seen Mori for a while since he came over.

"It was definitely not an accident," Maori walked over from the direction of Studio 5 with Officer Chiba. "There should have been someone next to President Kojima when he was about to fall. He probably subconsciously grabbed the paper in that person's hand and pulled a corner of it off, or maybe they had a dispute over the paper and fell."

"Brother Maori," Megure wondered, "If it's a murder case, where did you go?"

"I asked the previous contestants about the situation," Mao Li said, looking upstairs, "The lounge for the winners is above this staircase. At the time of the incident, there were only three finalists, each staying in a room."

"Not only that, Inspector," Chiba followed, "The elevator on the upper floor is being maintained, and the floor above that is also being waxed, so everyone takes the stairs when leaving the room..."

"Are those three contestants the most suspicious?"

Inspector Megure looked gloomy. He felt that things were too strange recently. He had met Mori too many times, and something went wrong every time.

"Brother Maori, do you have any clues?"

"We have roughly some information," Maori looked at the three Mr. Kojima standing aside, "but we still have to ask these people one by one."

Although I recognized Yuantai’s father, now is not the time to let my emotions get the better of me. I can only treat him as a suspect for now. I believe the outcome will not be too bad.

Moreover, as for the murderer, he already had a rough idea of ​​it when he was understanding the situation of the entire game just now.

……

In the fifth studio, Xiao Ai folded her arms and looked after several children, occasionally tiptoeing to the ground.

Nearly half an hour has passed, and Maori and Conan still haven't returned. The qualifying finals don't seem to be going on either. It seems like something has happened.

Since neither of them has sent any news back, it is very likely that Yuantai’s father is also involved in the incident and may even have become a suspect.

In this case, we can't let these little guys leave, otherwise it will only cause more trouble.

Xiao Ai glanced outside the studio.

In fact, she also wanted to go over and take a look...

In the player lounge A, where Asabi Kojima Bunta was resting, he lit a cigarette impatiently while being questioned by Mori, Inspector Megure and others.

"Hey, Mr. Officer, are you guys doubting me? I was just waiting in the lounge, and I heard a knock on the door of another room, and then I heard that scream, so I ran over to check..."

"Did you go out immediately after you heard the noise?" asked Officer Megure.

"That's not the case. I waited for a while and thought it was a test. The other two should have thought so too, right?" Chao Tianbi exhaled a puff of smoke. "Anyway, I don't know anything. When I went downstairs, I saw this famous detective and many staff members gathered there. Who knew that the president would get into trouble?"

"Did you hear the knock on the door?" Maori interrupted.

"Yes, yes, because I've been waiting for someone to call me..." Chaotianbi was a little worried, and smiled at Mao Li in a flattering way, "Detective Mao Li, I'm not the murderer, right? I just want to get the bonus..."

"It's hard to say."

Mao Li took out the prepared paper and pen, handed them to Chao Tianbi and said, "Can you please write down what's on that piece of paper? Just follow the instructions..."

"Eight hundred and one is written on that piece of paper."

Chaotianbi wrote "801" on the paper in confusion.

"Is this okay?"

"Okay."

Maori looked at the crookedly written numbers, nodded to Officer Megure and the others, and then went to the next room.

Megure asked curiously, "Brother Maori, what's the point of this?"

"Of course, since it is a simple word that can be read at a glance, there are only a few reasons for the different pronunciations. The first one is the accent. You will know it just by asking them to write it once." Maori said with a smile.

"What are the other reasons?"

"It's possible that he held it the wrong way around."

Maori took the lead and entered the B player's lounge, which was the room of Yuanta's father, Kojima Genji.

Unlike Conan, Maori actually directly ruled out Kojima Genta. He not only believed Genta's father, but it was hard to say about other people. However, the information in his mind told him that there was no example of people around him or his family members committing crimes.

However, exclusion is exclusion, and you still have to ask if you need to.

"In other words," Megure confirmed, "you also heard the knocks on the doors of other rooms, then heard screams and loud noises, and then left the room and rushed to the scene, right?"

"That's right," Kojima Motoji had recognized Maori a long time ago, but he didn't try to make a connection and replied normally, "The staff told me not to leave the room until they called me, but I always felt something was wrong, so I opened the door and saw the two of them coming out..."

"Well, there's also a piece of paper that really says what you said..."

"Yes, it's the Shakuhachi..."

"But how could it be a shakuhachi?"

Megure touched his chin in confusion. He glanced at Mori and then remembered to ask Kojima Motoji to write it down. He hurriedly asked Takagi to take out paper and pen.

"Can you write it out? It's better to write it according to the words on the paper."

"Okay," Kojima Motoji went to the dressing table next to him and started writing, writing 108 in the middle of the white paper, "That's the shakuhachi..."

Megure's eyes widened: "Isn't this one hundred and eight?"

"Yes, shakuhachi."

"..."

Inspector Megure's forehead was covered with sweat. He couldn't possibly figure out the accent and dialect problem in a short time.

After leaving Kojima Motoji's lounge, Megure couldn't help but ask, "Brother Maori, according to what you said, the remaining one should be held horizontally to be considered a 'first-class', right? But no matter whether it is 801, 108 or first-class, what does it mean?"

"The key is that President Kojima found the problem."

"President Kojima? We did find an empty envelope on President Kojima, so what special meaning does the paper inside have?"

"Ask the third person first."

Maori did not help the confused Megure and went straight into Lounge C.

The fat man Kojima Iwakichi seemed to be feeling unwell. He pulled his collar and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, saying, "I was just like those two. I rushed over after hearing the screams and the loud noises, and then I saw the old man collapsed at the bottom of the stairs..."

"Is it really written 'first-class' on that piece of paper?" Megure asked again.

"Yes, it is 'first-class'."

"Well……"

As they left the lounge, Inspector Megure's face grew even darker.

I always feel like my IQ is being crushed. After all, he is an old detective with many years of experience. Why can't he figure it out?

But then again, a case that would normally take two or three days or even longer to resolve would indeed be a lot easier with Mao Li's intervention.

"Then what?" Megure walked downstairs with his hands behind his back, glared at Takagi who was grinning beside him, and asked Mori expectantly, "What about this case?"

"In fact, you will know if you learn more about this competition," Mao Li responded while still thinking, "I checked and found that the three winners are not actually the winners. Their results can only be described as average. The staff here also know this."

"Huh?" Officer Megure looked at the staff at the stairs in confusion, "What's going on?"

"It's like this," the staff member said helplessly, "We originally thought that we would select the first place winner from among the island players nationwide, but when we took the push-up competition records to the president for review, the president had already selected the candidates in advance and gave us a list of 58 people..."

"Did you choose it before you looked at the records?"

"Yeah, it was the same when I went to get the score records for Kanji reading and writing. The president seemed to be watching the video of all the contestants filling out the answer sheets..."

Chapter 135: It is very common to encounter cases while taking a hot spring bath

"What about the singing competition?" Inspector Megure became more and more surprised as he listened. He had never heard of such a competition.

The staff member smiled bitterly and said, "He listened carefully to every recording of the singing, and he listened to it alone in the review room."

"So the winners are chosen by Xiaodao alone?"

"Well, we went to call the judges' enka teacher, but he was kicked out of the review room by the president..."

Several staff members complained: "It seems that everything is decided by the president alone. Even the numbers and shoes for the contestants are prepared by the president himself. So the producer got angry and said that if he continues like this, the show will not be able to be produced..."

Hearing this, Inspector Megure stroked his round chin again and asked curiously, "But how does he select people?"

"Similarities..."

Mao Li said, "From the last three people, we can see that President Kojima is probably selecting people with specific characteristics. The focus of physical competitions is not on results, but on the body shape or foot size of the contestants. To be more precise, it should be the size of the feet, because the last three people all wore shoes of similar sizes.

"As for reading and writing Chinese characters, the focus is not on grades, but on handwriting or whether one is left-handed... Those three people are all left-handed...

"For the final singing, it was probably all about listening to the voices. The three people's voices are very similar."

Inspector Megure said sternly, "So, President Kojima is looking for people based on foot size, left-handedness, and voice? And what does the last piece of paper mean?"

"It's just like an elementary school question," Maori said, holding up a finger. "One of the three answers is different from the other two..."

“Numbers and Chinese characters?!”

Inspector Megure's beard trembled. Even though he hadn't found any direct clues or evidence yet, he had already identified the murderer and the direction of the investigation with just a simple logical reasoning.

"So the murderer is..."

"Until the last minute, these are just speculations."

Maori looked at Conan, his eyebrows raised slightly.

Conan is quite patient this time...

"Inspector!" Chiba hurried over from the interrogation room and said, "We found a pistol in President Kojima's bag! It's in the interrogation room!"

"Investigation room?"

……

At the Nichiren TV building, several police cars parked downstairs are quite eye-catching, and passers-by can't help but take a look. Although homicides often happen in Tokyo, there are not many cases involving Nichiren TV. Instead, the TV station itself has filmed many criminal investigation dramas.

There were also quite a number of curious people on the fifth studio floor, especially those who were originally going to watch the final of Mr. Kojima's selection contest. They waited in the studio for a long time and didn't leave because they wanted to know the result. Unfortunately, the police were always guarding the aisle and didn't let anyone approach.

Ai poked her head out of the studio to see what was going on, and just in time saw Maori, Conan, and a handsome uncle who seemed to be Mr. Kojima's contestant walking back.

"finished?"

Xiao Ai was stunned, but not too surprised. She just looked at the handsome uncle, wondering who this person was.

But the next moment Yuan Tai called out the handsome uncle's identity.

"Dad," Yuan Tai said in confusion, looking at the uncle who had changed his numbered shirt, "Are you not going to compete anymore?"

"It should be no comparison."

Kojima Motoji took off his obviously ill-fitting glasses, and he looked much more energetic. He no longer looked squinting and weak. When he saw his son, he laughed out loud and said, "Besides, I didn't win based on my grades. The glasses your mom made me wear have too strong a prescription. I can't even open my eyes..."