Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

In the fifth studio, Xiao Ai folded her arms to take care of several children, and from time to time she raised her toes and tapped the ground.

Nearly half an hour has passed, Gao Cheng and Conan still haven't come back, and the selection finals don't seem to be going on, so it seems that something must have happened.

Since neither of them came back with news, it is very likely that Yuan Tai's father was also involved in the incident, and he might even become a suspect.

In this way, these little guys can't be let go, otherwise it will only add to the chaos.

Xiao Ai glanced outside the studio.

In fact, she really wanted to go and have a look...

Players' lounge A, the room where Bunta Chaotianbi Kojima rested, lit a cigarette impatiently when Gao Cheng, Meguro and others were questioning him.

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

"Did you go out as soon as you heard the sound?" Mu Mu asked.

"That's not true. I waited for a while and thought it was some kind of test. The other two people must have thought the same way, right?" He exhaled smoke, "Anyway, I don't know anything. I just read it when I go downstairs." There are many staff members around the famous detective, who knows that something will happen to the chairman?"

"Did you hear the knock on the door?" Gao Cheng interjected and asked.

"Yes, yes, because I have been waiting for someone to call..." Chao Tianbi became a little worried, and smiled at Gao Cheng, "Detective Chenghu, I am not a murderer, right? I just want to get that bonus That's all..."

"It's hard to say."

Gao Cheng took out the pen and paper he had prepared, handed it to Chao Tianbi and said, "Can I trouble you to write down what's on that piece of paper? Just draw a scoop like a gourd..."

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

Upturned nose confusedly wrote "801" on the paper.

"is this OK?"

"Okay."

Gao Cheng looked at the crookedly written numbers,

Officer Zhao Mumu nodded, and then went to the next room.

Mu Mu asked strangely: "Brother Chenghu, 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 pronunciation. The first is the accent. You only need to let them write it once." Gao Cheng laughed.

"What about other reasons?"

"It's possible to take it backwards."

Gao Cheng took the lead to enter player B's lounge, which was the room of Yuantai's father Kojima Genji.

Unlike Conan, Gao Cheng actually ruled out Kojima Genji directly, not only believing in this handsome uncle, but other things are hard to say, but the Conan family is different from the Jintian family, there is no case of family members committing crimes, there is no reason for him to come and cause problems .

But exclusion is exclusion, so if you should ask, you still have to ask.

"That is to say," Mu Mu confirmed, "you also heard the screams and loud noises after hearing knocks from other rooms, and then you left the room and rushed to the scene, right?"

"That's the case," Motoji Kojima recognized Gao Cheng long ago, but he didn't make a connection, and replied normally, "The staff told me not to leave the room until they came to call, but I always felt something was wrong. Look, the two of them came out too..."

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

"Yes, it's Shakuhachi..."

"But how could it be Shakuhachi?"

Mu Mu rubbed his chin in confusion, and glanced at Gao Cheng, then remembered to ask Kojima Genji to write it out, and asked Takagi to take out a pen and paper.

"Can you write it? It's best to write it according to the words on that piece of paper."

"Okay," Kojima Motoji readily went to the makeup table next to him to write and draw, and wrote 108 in the middle of the white paper, "It's Shakuhachi..."

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

"That's right, Shakuhachi."

"..."

Mu Mu's forehead was speechless and sweaty, and it was impossible to explain the problem of accent and dialect in a short time.

Leaving the Kojima Genji lounge, Mumu couldn't help asking: "Brother Kido, according to what you said, the remaining one should be regarded as a 'first product' when it is held horizontally, right? But whether it is regarded as 801, 108 It's still a first-class product, so what can this explain?"

"The key is that Chairman Kojima has found the problem."

"President Kojima? We did find an empty envelope from President Kojima, so what is the special meaning of that piece of paper inside?"

"Ask the third person first."

Gao Cheng didn't answer the big-headed Mu Mu, and went directly to lounge C.

Fatty Kojima Iwakichi didn't seem to be feeling well, he pulled his collar and wiped his sweat with a towel and said, "I'm the same as those two, I rushed over after hearing the screams and loud noises, and then I saw that uncle lying down under the stairs... ..."

"Is there really 'Yipin' written on that piece of paper?" Mu Mu asked again.

"Yeah, it's 'Yipin'."

"Well……"

When leaving the lounge, Mu Mu's expression became even more serious.

In this way, there is always a feeling that IQ is being crushed. After all, he is also an old criminal policeman with many years of experience. Why can't he figure it out?

But having said that, the case that would have taken two or three days or even longer to solve would indeed be much easier if Gao Cheng intervened.

"And then," Mu Mu went downstairs with his hands behind his back, glared at Gao Mu who was smirking next to him, and asked Gao Cheng expectantly, "What about this case?"

"Actually, as long as you understand this competition, you will know," Gao Cheng was still thinking, and responded after hearing the words, "I checked specifically, and the three winners are not actually winners, their results can only be said to be mediocre. , and the staff here also know it.”

"Huh?" He looked at the staff by the stairs in a daze, "What's going on?"

"That's right," the staff member said helplessly, "We originally thought that we were going to choose a first place among the small island players in the country, but when we went to the president for review with the push-up competition records, the president had already We have chosen a good person, and gave us a list of 58 people..."

"Did you choose it before looking at the record?"

"That's right, it's the same when I record the scores of reading and writing Chinese characters. The president seems to be watching the video of all the contestants filling out the answer sheets..."

"Then what about the singing competition?" Mu Mu became more and more surprised the more he heard it, he had never heard of such a competition.

The staff smiled wryly: "He listened to all the singing recordings carefully, and he listened to them alone in the review room."

"That is to say, the winner is chosen by Kojima alone?"

"Well, we went to call the judge's enka teacher, but the president kicked him out of the review room..."

Several staff members complained: "It seems that everything is decided by the president alone, even the numbers and shoes allocated to the players are prepared by the president himself, so the producer got angry and said that if he does this again I can't make a show..."

Hearing this, Mu Mu touched his round chin again, and said strangely: "But what does he rely on to select people?"

"Similarity……"

Gao Cheng said: "From the last three people, it can be seen that Chairman Kojima is probably selecting people with specific characteristics. The focus of the physical competition is not on the results, but on the body shape or the size of the feet of the players. To be precise, it should be It's the size of the foot, because the last three people all wear shoes that are about the same size.

"As for the reading and writing of Chinese characters, the focus is not on grades, but on handwriting or whether they are left-handed... The three of them are all left-handed...

"The last singing is probably just listening to the voice. The voices of the three people are very similar."

Mu Mu's expression was serious: "That is to say, President Kojima is looking for someone based on foot size, left-handedness, and voice? Then what is the last piece of paper picking?"

"It's actually equivalent to a primary school question," Gao Cheng raised a finger and said, "One of the three answers is different from the other two..."

"Numbers and Chinese characters?!"

Eyes and beards trembled, even though no direct clues and evidence had been found, it was just a simple logical reasoning, but the murderer and the direction of investigation had been found.

"So the murderer is..."

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

Gao Cheng looked at Conan, his eyebrows twitching.

A blind man feels an elephant, and there may be some capsized boats. He doesn't want to be like Hattori, because he is too aggressive and let Conan get a lot of limelight.

Originally, he had no interest in fighting for the limelight, but who said that only when the case is solved can the card be drawn...

"Police!" Chiba hurriedly ran over from the review room, "President Kojima found a pistol in his bag! It's in the review room!"

"Examination room?"