A technical house in the world of detectives

In the studio.

He Yun held the mobile phone, his fingers kept flying on it, and he only occasionally glanced up at the situation in the studio.

Yoko Okino is not filming for two hours in a row, as long as she is on the stage when she has a scene, and the rest of the time is also resting and studying the script.

She is indeed very serious when she works, and it is no wonder that she has become a well-known three-star artist.

Excellent people still work so hard, how can they be worse than others.

The others present seemed to be inspired by Yoko Okino’s hard-working attitude.

Even Nagano Rissa, who is usually a little lazy, feels that his work attitude needs to be adjusted, such as… No matter how much he urged He Yun to rush the manuscript, but he was helping Xiao Ai find his sister, Huilisha did not dare to do too much, and he had a headache.

There is no change in Ishibashi Wenko, she usually works, just like a workaholic, mainly grateful to Haihara Ai for giving herself such an opportunity to let a person like a recent graduate deal with so many things.

Not to mention Gray Yuan Ai, although she was worried about her sister’s situation, she handled the affairs of He Yun’s company very perfectly, basically did not need He Yun to come forward, and the company’s monthly income was gradually increasing.

However, after nine o’clock in the time, when it was close to 20 minutes, Xiaolan suddenly received a call from Conan.

“What?”

Although he didn’t hear what was on the phone, Xiaolan got up in some panic, plus shouting that covered his mouth, He Yun knew that someone was dead.

It’s worthy of being a schoolboy of death.

“Cousin, Conan said…”

“Let’s go.”

He Yun had already put away his mobile phone and interrupted her before Xiaolan could finish speaking.

“Uncle Maori is looking for us, and will come back later.”

“Well, hard work.”

Ai Haihara didn’t ask much, but she probably knew what was going on.

After all, He Yun also told her about the so-called terrier of the god of death elementary school students.

After going down two floors, He Yun and they came to the room on the fourth floor, which was already crowded with people, but everyone was blocked out.

“Don’t go in, don’t destroy the scene, wait for the police to come.”

Maori Kogoro stopped the others at the door and prevented them from entering.

“Yunjun, come and help.”

After Xiao Goro saw He Yun appear, he quickly shouted.

“Whoever squeezes into the scene is a suspect, and if there is a suspicion of destroying the scene, he can also be identified as the murderer.”

He Yun’s words made everyone immediately retreat and stick to the wall behind.

And Kogoro was relieved.

That is, Xiaolan was not there just now, otherwise let her show the value of force, who dares to squeeze with him so much.

“Now, in this room, except for me and my assistant He Yun, no one else is allowed to enter or touch anything in the room.”

Māori Kogoro has asked the TV station to call the police, where they can gather evidence before the police come.

The police did not arrive very quickly, and it was not until 9:40 a.m. that officers arrived at the television station.

“The victim was Michihiko Suwa, a 37-year-old producer of this TV station, and the murder weapon was a pistol, and it was a shot to the head through the glass.”

When Officer Twilight came, a lot of information had already been gathered.

“It’s probably a hassle to find bullets that fly out.”

Officer Twilight said with a headache as he looked at the window glass.

“Officer, there are other bullets on the wall, two behind the poster, one next to the clock, and one on the victim, a total of four shots fired.”

“In addition, there is a pistol with a silencer next to the corpse.”

Officer Twilight also picked up his pistol and said.

“Officer, a pack of cartridge casings was found in the corner of the room, a total of four.”

“Consistent with the number of bullet marks, it may have been fired from this pistol, well, please test it immediately in the identification class.”

Officer Twilight directly handed over the collected evidence to the Identification Division.

“There is only one entrance to the room?”

Looking around the room, the whole layout is clear at a glance.

“Then it’s simple, the murderer who suddenly broke in through the entrance forced the victim to the bedside, and then shot him to death, one of which hit the head, and the murderer threw the pistol at the victim’s feet and escaped without a trace, that’s it, officer?”

Maori Kogoro jumped out again, a smile on his face.

“Well, that’s right.”

Officer Twilight looked at him speechless again.

“Did you see anyone suspected of being a suspect?”

Officer Twilight began to question the TV crew.

“No, because Mr. Suwa is here alone.”

“Spread everyone?”

Officer Twilight felt strange.

“It’s all my bad!”

Takaji Matsuo stood up at this time, his face full of tears.

“Suwa was waiting for me, because he said that he had important things to talk about, so he specially separated the others, originally I meant to go to other places to talk about it after the show, but he said that he didn’t want people to hear about it, damn it, I knew this earlier, I should insist on going to other places.”

At this time, Conan pulled He Yun’s pant legs.

“That person is the murderer.”

When He Yun crouched, Conan whispered in He Yun’s ear.

“I know, it looks like.”

He Yun nodded, stood up, and interrupted the conversation between Officer Twilight and Takaishi Matsuo.

“Officer, there are a few doubts.”

“Huh? He Jun, you can talk about it quickly. ”

Officer Twilight now liked He Yun more and more.

“First of all, this window, if the victim was standing here and shot to death, why was there no blood on the frame of the window, was the window open when the victim died?”

“And this mobile phone, it is actually a mobile phone that our company has only recently listed, it is worthy of being a producer, the income is still considerable, his mobile phone power is still on, and the place where his ears are listening is also stained with blood, he must have been talking to someone on the phone a few minutes before he was killed.”

“So the question is, when someone enters the room and shoots you, three shots in a row miss, will you still put the phone to your ear and talk to someone else?”

The doubts raised by He Yun made Officer Twilight feel very reasonable.

“In other words, the person who was talking to Mr. Suwa at the time is likely to be the murderer.”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked.

“The murderer must have called Mr. Suwa to say something, so he asked him to stick his head out of the window and shoot from above, piercing Mr. Suwa’s head, and if my guess is correct, bullet holes should be found directly under this window.”

“Go and check the floor underneath immediately.”

Officer Twilight did not have the slightest suspicion, and directly asked people to check.

“As for who Mr. Suwa was talking to, we just need to check the communication history of our mobile phone and call back.”

He Yun put on his gloves, picked up his mobile phone, and pressed it a few times.

Inside the room, the bell rang.