Isn't it very scientific to use the Death Note to kill people?

"Maybe he was distracted by something."

Lin Jiashu didn't care much.

He looked at Kisaki Eri, only to see a mature and beautiful woman in a professional suit looking at him with satisfaction:

"You behaved very well today, Xiaoshu."

"Then let's find a nice restaurant to celebrate later, Aunt Eri."

"Okay."

Kisaki Eri responded with a smile.

If her daughter hadn't gone out on a date today, she would have liked to take this opportunity to introduce the two of them.

Several people waited in the backstage for a while, and suddenly the landline next to them rang. A staff member picked up the call, and the next second his face changed drastically:

"What?! Mr. Suwa is covered in blood?!"

His voice startled everyone.

The staff member looked nervous and said to us after hanging up the phone, "The call seemed to say that Mr. Suwa died in the mixing room..."

"how come?"

"Let's go over and take a look!"

When we suddenly heard the news that someone had died, everyone felt it was a bit unreal and wanted to go over and check the situation as soon as possible.

So several people immediately left the backstage of the studio.

The mixing room is on the 4th floor, and the current floor is the 9th. Just as everyone was about to take the elevator down, they found that the elevator was blocked and could not be used, so they had to take the stairs instead.

However, when I got from the 9th floor to the 7th floor, the stairs leading down were blocked by a large number of material boxes and I couldn't go any further. I had to go down to the 7th floor via the stairs on the other side of the 4th floor.

At this time, there were many people gathered at the door of the mixing room.

"Make way, please make way--!"

After finally separating the crowd that was blocking their view, everyone immediately saw the body of Michihiko Suwa, who was sitting on the ground in the mixing room with a bloody hole on his temple against the backdrop of a flip window splattered with blood.

There were screams all the time.

At the same time, there were some who reacted quickly: "Has anyone called the police? Hurry up and call the police!"

"I just called the police!"

"Then please do not enter the room without permission until the police arrive."

Lin Jiashu's clear voice suppressed the restlessness and panic around him. He took a step forward and stood at the entrance of the room.

Even the sight of the bloody corpse did not change his expression. At this moment, the atmosphere around him was filled with only tranquility... The onlookers looked at each other and took a step back at the same time.

About twenty minutes later, the police who received the report rushed over.

The team leader was a slightly plump but very friendly looking police captain. Right from the start, he experiencedly arranged for people to cordon off the scene and let the coroner start his work, while also beginning to investigate the people around him.

Shooting cases are not like ordinary murders. Since a gun is used as the murder weapon, the nature of this case is much more serious.

"Officer Megure."

"Hmm? Oh! Lawyer Fei!"

Megure Jusan, who was frowning, looked over when he heard the voice and saw that it was Kisaki Eri. He was surprised and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I came here to accompany this child to record the show." Kisaki Eri gestured to Lin Jiashu beside her.

"……Who is this?"

"Lin Jiashu, my nephew, is a mystery novelist."

"Nice to meet you, Officer Megure."

"Mystery novelist?"

Megure Jusan's eyes lit up.

The mystery novelist he knew before was quite an amazing one, so when he heard this title, he felt a little excited... After coming to his senses, he immediately shook hands with the hand that Lin Jiashu extended.

At this time, the police and the coroner who were busy in the mixing room quickly came over to report:

"Report to Inspector Megure."

"The victim was Michihiko Suwa, a 37-year-old producer at this television station. He was killed with a pistol. The bullet penetrated his head and then hit the tilted window."

"Also, we found other bullets in the wall."

"There were two bullets under the poster next to the window, and one next to the clock on the wall."

"Report, four shell casings were found in the corner of the room!"

Intelligence is gathered very quickly.

Perhaps because of Eri Kisaki, Megure Jusan did not prohibit Hayashi Yoshiki from listening in on the collection of this information.

"The number of bullet casings found matches the number of bullet holes in the room. Besides that window, the only exit in the entire mixing room is this door... but there's not even a guardrail outside the window."

"There's no doubt about it. The murderer must have come in from outside, forced the deceased to the window with a gun, and then shot him dead."

Megure Juzo quickly came to this conclusion.

In the crowd behind, Takashi Matsuo couldn't help but grin when he heard this.

At this time Lin Jiashu suddenly asked:

"Officer Megure, do you mind if I go in and take a look?"

"Did you find anything, Mr. Lin?"

"Well, since I write mystery novels, I sometimes like to imagine how crimes were committed... I just came up with some interesting ideas, and maybe some of them might be the methods used by the murderer."

"Do you like imagining how crimes are committed?"

Hearing this, Megure Jusan opened his mouth.

No, what you said sounds a bit dangerous, little brother!

Chapter 15: For example, there are aliens out there.

News usually spreads quickly in media companies.

The news that Suwa Michihiko was shot dead soon spread throughout the building of Beika TV. As soon as his body was taken away by the police, a group of colleagues from the news department came forward with cameras and excited faces.

"Mr. Matsuo! Mr. Matsuo!"

"How are you feeling right now?"

"Please tell us, there are rumors that your show is going to be canceled. Do you think it's because your fans can't accept it?"

"Or maybe you, Mr. Matsuo, had a conflict with Director Suwa, so—"

The excited reporters rushed to pass the microphone to Takashi Matsuo, and a series of questions hit his face like a cannon, making Takashi Matsuo's expression more and more ugly.

"Shut up!" He opened his eyes wide and shouted at his colleagues to leave. "Are you guys done yet?!"

The police nearby also rushed over to stop the group of media people.

Just as a police officer was about to escort Takashi Matsuo to the side, he saw his shoulders shaking and his eyes darkening, as if he was trying hard to suppress his emotions. "We did discuss canceling the show... but Mr. Suwa told me he still wants me to continue hosting."

"Also, the reason Mr. Suwa came to the mixing room during the broadcast was actually to discuss this issue with me. He said that we could discuss how to make the content more interesting after the show is over..."

"result……!"

When Matsuo Takashi said this, his eyes were already filled with tears.

The reporters all raised their microphones and looked at him quietly.

"I, Takashi Matsuo, swear here in front of everyone! I will carry on Mr. Suwa's legacy and continue to host this program, and..." Matsuo Takashi gritted his teeth, his eyes becoming extremely determined: "I will bring this case to the screen and do my best to track down Mr. Suwa's murderer!"

At this moment, the television in the mixing room was broadcasting Matsuo Takashi's resounding declaration.

"Does this guy think that we police can't catch the murderer?"

Megure Jusan looked unhappy when he heard this.

Because before the incident, Michihiko Suwa was monitoring the program here, so naturally he turned on the TV and tuned it to the Nichimi TV channel, and now Nichimi TV was broadcasting the station's live evening news.

"It's obvious that a colleague from the same company died, but those reporters were so excited that they even carried cameras to broadcast it live..."

Standing in front of the entrance of the mixing room, Asamiya Nanae looked at the reactions of the group of reporters with a strange expression on her face.

On the other hand, Kisaki Eri had a calm expression as if she was used to it:

“This is what media people are like.”

"Mr. Lin Jia, let's continue with the previous topic. Did you find something just now?"

"Yes, there's no doubt that the murderer is Mr. Matsuo."

Lin Jiashu, who had just walked around in the mixing room for a while, came over and said with a smile.

He didn't lower his voice at all.

Because the reporters and Matsuo Takashi were at the door, when he heard this, Matsuo Takashi, who was originally facing the camera with tears in his eyes, reacted greatly. He suddenly turned around and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, Mr. Lin Jia!?"

"How could I possibly kill Director Suwa? I may have had some arguments with him before, but that's nothing..." He shook off the camera, walked over, and shouted angrily, "Hey, you police officers aren't really going to suspect me just because of what he said, are you? And Suwa's time of death hasn't been determined yet?"

"Director Suwa's death was likely within the forty minutes between 20:15 and 20:55."

The person who answered was Lin Jiashu.

A distinguished smile graced his handsome face, and he raised his index finger. "At 20:15 PM, Mr. Matsuo, you asked the staff to call and confirm Director Suwa's location, and they responded quickly. I was nearby at the time, so I heard it."

"I called at that time—"

"That's not important. For the sake of efficiency, could you please just listen to me?" Lin Jiashu interrupted him. "After the show ended at 20:55 PM, the staff called again but no one answered. So, for now, I'll assume Director Suwa's death time is within those 40 minutes."

"That's right! I was recording the show all that time, right? How could I have had the time to kill Suwa-san?!"

"At the end of the show, a four-minute VCR was played. Mr. Matsuo, you left the table quietly, right?"

"That was only 4 minutes!?"

Matsuo Takashi shouted loudly.

It was at this time that he was secretly delighted. The four minutes were the ingenuity of the murder he had planned.

"You have to understand that we're recording the show on the 9th floor. How could we possibly have the time to run from the 9th floor to the 4th floor to kill Mr. Suwa and then run back again?!"

"Yes."

To Takashi Matsuo's surprise, Hayashi Yoshiki nodded in acknowledgement.

He rolled up his left sleeve and glanced at his watch, his face still impossibly clear. "When we first heard the news of Mr. Suwa's murder, everyone rushed straight here from the backstage of the studio. Because the stairs going down were blocked, it took about seven minutes... I think even if we were to hurry, we could only get it down to about six minutes."

"Uh, do you actually have time to pay attention to this kind of thing?" Megure Jusan was a little surprised.

Lin Jiashu did not respond.

Matsuo Takashi straightened his back after hearing this and said, "So you also know that it definitely can't be—"

"But if we finish shooting from the seventh floor and then go back to the studio, it will take about two minutes to go back and forth."

"!!"

Lin Jiashu's voice without much fluctuation made Matsuo Takashi's face suddenly pale. His heart tightened and he almost couldn't breathe.

But he still held onto a glimmer of hope, and said with a calm tone, "What 7th floor? Didn't the police just say that the murderer entered from outside—"

"Due to the TV station's set design requirements, the building's layout is irregular, and the windows in different rooms are positioned differently. Looking up from the window of this mixing room, you can see there are no windows on the fifth and sixth floors; only on the seventh floor do you find windows."

Hayashi Yoshiki's words made Matsuo Takashi's legs go weak.

If possible, he really hoped that mouth would stop making any sound.

However, Lin Jiashu did not stop narrating:

"You know what, Mr. Matsuo? Actually, I came up with this idea when I opened that flip window and looked out and saw the same window on the 7th floor directly above."

“But because it felt a bit too simple and not very interesting, I didn’t plan to record it as material.”

"..."

"Wait, Brother Lin Jia, you mean..."

Megure Jusan was a little dazed. He turned his head to look at the tilting window in the mixing room and asked hesitantly, "Did Suwa Michihiko actually open the window and look up with his head tilted when he was shot from the 7th floor?"