Chapter 155 Karasawa: I don’t care, I have to choose one of the three
"The deceased, Suwa Michihiko, 37 years old, was a program producer at Nippon TV. The murder weapon was a pistol..." Megure Police Department said as he Writing notes on the paper, he glanced at the clock above the window and couldn't help but sigh, "The shot hit the head, right through the glass..."
"Memu Police Department, it's you again." Karasawa walked into the room with a smile, "Want coffee? You have to take care of your health when you work overtime."
The Memu Police Department looked at the two people who walked in one after another, and said hello as usual: "Thank you. This kind of overtime subsidy that the police station never reimburses... costs you a lot of money."
"Thank you for your hard work." Karasawa handed another cup of Buck in his hand to the Megure Police Department. Looking at the deceased who was surrounded by police officers: "The murderer's shooting skills are very good."
"Oh? What do you think?" Memu Police Department's attention suddenly shifted to him.
"The blood splatter on the window." Karasawa raised his hand holding the coffee cup and pointed at the very conspicuous pool of blood on the window, "The gunshot wound is one that I have been exposed to more. At the scene, although detailed blood stain analysis will be more complicated and requires some laboratory operations, I infer that the shot that hit the deceased's head was fired from a distance of about 10 meters. "
"10 meters?" The Mumu Police Department looked at where the deceased was sitting, then visually measured the length of the room, and said doubtfully, "The gunman must have at least been standing in the corridor at that time... Are you sure this data is reliable?"
Karasawa nodded without hesitation.
It’s not just 10 meters. This is a TV station building, not a residential building, and the floor height is not low. The murderer hit the deceased on the 4th floor from the 7th floor. 10 meters is definitely there.
"But, Mr. Mingzhi, it looks like there are other bullet marks on the wall." The police officer who was busy collecting evidence pointed at several other bullet holes on the wall. "The gunman may have fired a few times at random and happened to hit the target." "Really?"
Tangze chuckled softly and took a sip of coffee: "You can ask the forensic department to come to the scene to do ballistic analysis and reconstruction, but I stick to my point of view, the murderer is a A skilled gunman with excellent marksmanship, kills with one shot, hitting the vital point."
After making this judgment, Karasawa turned his eyes to Matsuo Takashi standing on the other side of the room.
"What do you mean by that?" Matsuo Takashi's temples jumped, and he jumped up in reaction, "Are you doubting me?"
"How could that be?" Karasawa bent. Wrinkling his eyes, "If your marksmanship is good, isn't it me and Detective Mori? Don't be so sensitive, Mr. Matsuo."
After saying this, Tang Ze was secretly happy.
Yes, yes, choose one of the three, it will be right for you.
This kid is actually more difficult to deal with than the more famous Mouri Kogoro. How did he lock himself in at once?
Matsuo Takashi gritted his teeth, his heart pounded, and he started to perform according to the script he had prepared long ago: "But if you want to say who killed him... it was indeed me, and they are all mine. Wrong!"
Putting his hand in his pocket, Karasawa glanced at Conan, who was also holding hot coffee and staring at Matsuo Takashi, and smiled.
"He came to this room alone because he was waiting for me..." Matsuo Takashi said, his voice choked up, and two lines of tears fell down, "He said he had important things to talk about today, and I Originally, he said that after the show was over, we could have a meal together and sit down to talk, but he disagreed and said that this was an important conversation that could not be heard by others... That's why Suwa stayed here alone. He is the soul of our program...How could he..."
His voice gradually became unsustainable amid the sobbing, and he looked like he was so sad that he couldn't extricate himself.
While he was telling the story, the on-site shooting was completed, and the police officers who had drawn the white line put Suwa Michihiko's body into a body bag, put it on a stretcher, and began to transport it.
Matsuo Takashi held the stretcher, cried restrainedly, and followed the stretcher to the door, as if to express his reluctance to his friend.
"Suwa's body has been brought out!" Before everyone in the room could express their opinions on his emotional performance, a high-pitched female voice rang out in the corridor. Several reporters ran out from the stairs and surrounded Matsuo Takashi who was following him. Several cameras dutifully gave some close-ups of the stretcher, which could roughly be seen as a human figure.
Others standing in the room and seeing this scene through the TV: "..."
"Wow." Tangze let out an exclamation of unknown meaning.
"What's the matter, brother Mingzhi?" The Mumu Police Department thought he had discovered something new and turned around.
"No, I'm just a little surprised." Karasawa looked at the microphones stretched out in front of Matsuo in the picture, and said in amazement, "This TV can only receive real-time signals from Nippon TV Station. Right? In other words, this is the live broadcast of their evening news? A colleague died in the TV station building, and their first reaction was to bring the camera to the live broadcast... Wow."
The Mumu Police Department was stunned for a moment, looking at the TV with a strange expression.
“Is this a media person?” Tang Ze sighed.
On the screen, reporters surrounding Takashi Matsuo fired a barrage of questions at him.
"'Mr. Matsuo, when you were hosting the program, the program producer was murdered in the TV station building. How do you feel now?'"
"'Mr. Matsuo, you have What do you want to say to the murderer?'"
"'Is it possible that this case was an attack on the production team due to dissatisfaction with the entertainment crime incident of the program?'"
"'There are rumors that the Suwa producer has different ideas from you and plans to attack the host Is it possible that the person you want to replace is a fan of yours...'"
"'That's enough! '" Before he could finish his sentence, Matsuo Takashi's eyes widened and he let out an angry cry. Drink, "'Please don't slander Mr. Suwa!'"
After he shouted, he pursed his lips and turned his head slightly, as if suppressing his emotions, and said tremblingly: "'There has been such a rumor recently, but In the end, Mr. Suwa insisted on the purpose of our program and hoped that I would continue to host and maintain the variety show style... Tonight, we originally wanted to discuss this issue, so we agreed to meet here...'"< br>
"This guy, the case is still under investigation, how can he disclose the details of the investigation?" Megure Police Department rolled his eyes and ordered the policemen behind him, "Tell him to stop talking, no, let him directly Bring it here, the matter has not been clarified yet!”
"'I solemnly swear here! I will inherit Mr. Suwa's will and resolutely keep my position!'" Matsuo Takashi has gradually turned from sadness to anger, with rich emotional expressions and natural changes, and the lines are still clearly identifiable in the roar , also showed excellent hosting skills, "'We will use the program to deal with this incident and pursue the murderer with all our strength!'"
"'Oh! Are you making a challenge to the murderer, Mr. Matsuo? , this is very risky! '" The reporter next to him sounded excited, not at all like he was trying to persuade someone, but rather like he was saying, "Is there more, please have some more."
"'If you don’t like this show, you can come at me! I will never run away!'" Matsuo Takashi glared ahead and roared at the camera, "'The devil who killed Mr. Suwa , No matter where you are, I will never let you go! '"
His tears were pouring down his cheeks at this moment, like a textbook-level victim's family.
The plot is complete, logically coherent, vivid and touching.
"Is this a media person?" Tang Ze took a sip of coffee and sighed again.
(End of this chapter)