Chapter 157 I’ll treat you to waffles! (Jia Geng to Lowland Ghost)
“Mr. Mingzhi, hey, it’s dangerous!”
Shui Wulian, who was standing behind him, couldn’t help but scream.
Everyone watching this scene, both inside and outside the camera, almost couldn’t help but take a step forward. Even the photographer holding the camera stumbled forward obviously.
"Ah hahaha, no problem." Tang Ze raised his hand casually, with no intention of lowering it, and the leg hanging outside the window even started to dangle.
In the room downstairs, everyone who saw this dangerous scene couldn't help but sweat for Goro Akechi.
"Akechi, come down quickly!" Mouri Kogoro couldn't help but open the window. Ignoring the blood stains on the glass, he pushed open the window and looked up.
He was in the warehouse on the 7th floor, directly above the crime scene. When he was just studying the floor plan, Akechi proposed the idea of having a conversation in the room above.
So after realizing that he looked like he might fall from the building, the people in the room opened the window and looked up without even thinking about it.
What caught Mouri Kogoro's eyes was the pitch-black muzzle of the gun in Akechi's hand, and a pair of deep eyes leaning over him.
There was a "pop" sound.
Moori Kogoro covered his forehead and hissed.
A round white rubber ball bounced on his forehead and bounced into the house.
"This is..." Police Department Memu bent down to pick up the ball that rolled to his feet, "BB bullet?"
"Yes, this is what we use in today's program I asked Ms. Nagai to bring the props I passed before." Tang Ze kept leaning forward, shook the gun in his hand, and then let go.
The model gun fell straight down, hit Mouri Kogoro, and also bounced into the house.
"This is how you completed the 'impossible crime', isn't it, Mr. Matsuo?" Karasawa turned his head and looked at Matsuo Takashi in the room, "Conan, how are you doing there? Did you find it? "
"Found it!" The camera cuts from Matsuo Takashi's stiff face to Conan, who is waving his hands towards the camera. "Are you looking for this, Akechi-san?"
Camera? A close-up was pulled in the direction of his finger, and the edge of the green belt could be seen in the picture, which was the sidewalk on the ground outside the TV station building.
On one of the bricks, a small crack can be clearly seen. In the center of the crack is a metal warhead that has been extruded and deformed.
"It's amazing, little detective." Not surprisingly, Tang Ze praised Conan's discovery without hesitation, "This is the evidence that can prove my reasoning. It was fired from the 7th floor and penetrated the head of the victim on the 4th floor. Finally, the fatal bullet entered the ground."
"So, the other bullet marks in the room were deliberately created by the murderer to confuse the location of the shooting." Xiao Maoli. Wulang rubbed his forehead, which was sore from the rubber bullet, and already understood his intention. He was just not good at discovering and summarizing clues, and it was easy to draw conclusions.
However, when such an obvious chain of evidence was laid out, he understood. He continued to play the role of a corpse dutifully and sat down at the angle of the window: "After shooting, he threw the gun into the surrounding area. Floor, the dead victim will lose strength and slowly slide down...slumped here, just like he was when he was found."
"That's right," Tang Ze's gaze reflected. The other camera information screens were moved to Matsuo Takashi, who was sweating a little. "As for how you did it... I guess that's why the deceased was holding his mobile phone when he died. As long as you are like me now , saying on the phone, 'I am in the warehouse on the 7th floor, I want to commit suicide', the deceased will hurriedly open the window and look up, like Mr. Mori, trying to stop you."
Matsuo Takashi cannot control it. The place was a little shaky.
He clenched his fists and looked at Goro Akechi, who was sitting sideways by the window and looking at him coldly with disdain.
Tang Ze half-closed his eyes, covering his pupils to hide the fleeting golden luster in his eyes.
"You have no evidence, you are just making assumptions!" Matsuo Takashi felt a burst of anger in his heart, clenched his fists, rushed forward in two steps, and tried to reach out to grab Goro Akechi, who was sitting on the window. Push it out.
Inviting this guy is an absolute failure!
If it weren’t for him, if it wasn’t for him—!
Karasawa couldn't tell whether he sighed with understanding or regret. Before Mizuno Reina reflexively knocked down the frantic Matsuo Takashi, he turned his palm, and a pistol slipped from his sleeve, and was picked up by him without hesitation. He raised it and pointed it at Matsuo Takashi.
Matsuo Takashi's intense emotions were interrupted by the muzzle of the gun directly opposite the door, making him want to kill the opponent's hand, but he could no longer reach out.
"Be careful, Mr. Matsuo." Karasawa no longer maintained such a dangerous sitting posture, steadily raised the gun in his hand, and jumped down from the window frame to stand up straight, and the gun in his hand was directly He pressed his head against the opponent's face and said, "You are also a shooter yourself, so you can probably tell - this is no joke model gun."
The cold muzzle of the gun on his forehead made Matsuo Takashi uneasy. He shivered on his own accord and could only repeat with trembling: "You have no evidence, you have no evidence -"
"Let me think about it." Tangze tilted his head and pressed it with his free finger. He touched his temples and made a distressed expression, "It definitely won't work to test the smoke reaction. Since the plan is so tight, you must have prepared a cover-up plan."
Matsuo Takashi, who had calmed down a lot, slowly took a step back, avoided contact with the gun, twitched the corner of his mouth, and did not respond.
"It shouldn't be an obstruction." Tang Ze continued talking to himself, "Since the recording of the variety show, except for the short clip when you rushed here to carry out the murder plan, you have never left my side at all. Sight. Although your marksmanship is good, when you are killing someone, you need to hold your phone in one hand and shoot at the victim looking over your head with the other hand. The obstruction causes too much trouble. It is only possible that you are wearing gloves and changing them. Clothes...coincidentally, this warehouse is a prop warehouse belonging to a photo studio."
As he spoke, he did not put down the gun in his hand, but walked slowly backwards, stretched out his hand, and grabbed it accurately. He stopped at the clothes that glowed faintly red in his sight: "——For example, this suit is exactly the same style as the clothes you are wearing? Guess, can the police find your sweat stains and smoke reaction from it? ”
This is information that has not been given in the original work, but Karasawa, who has the third eye, is originally a natural detective, fearless.
After gritting his teeth for a moment and looking at the suit hanging on the hanger in his hand, Matsuo Takashi's shoulders still slumped.
"...Ha, hahaha." Matsuo Takashi smiled bitterly, "So I told you that I shouldn't invite you over. Suwa Michihiko is an idiot."
"I was invited to be a guest. Is it Mr. Suwa's idea?" Tangze glanced at Reina Mizuna, who was standing aside with a look of surprise on his face, thought for a moment, and asked deliberately.
Since you are causing the trouble yourself, it’s better not to increase the workload for your unlucky undercover colleagues. The guy who is responsible for taking the blame is all cool. The more blame the better, so just throw it away.
"Yes, he is such a person who goes his own way. He changes the plan without authorization, adds or deletes the program process without authorization, let alone the guests, and often does not even inform us." Matsuo Takashi looked at it. The room was full of surprised colleagues, who simply poured out their words without hesitation, "This program was clearly planned by Suwa and I. In the end, he kidnapped me as the host and forced me to give up my right to speak as a producer. I I have endured it all. This show is my hard work. I work tirelessly every week to collect materials and write scripts... My entire career has been tied to this variety show. As a result, he actually wants to replace me. Drop! ”
"So, today's program..."
"He was originally planning to replace me this time, but it was me who used his excuse to blackmail him to give up his idea. He took revenge for me again. I completely changed the entire program script, he just wanted to embarrass me!" Matsuo Takashi shouted, tears flashing in his eyes again, very small, but more real than every time he cried today.
Outside the door, the police who caught up came up behind Matsuo. He looked back at the handcuffs in the police's hands, and bent his back as if his energy had been completely drained away.
"...Sorry, Akechi-kun." Before being taken away by the police, Matsuo Takashi smiled bitterly, "I don't know what happened to me just now. 'The devil who killed Mr. Suwa' …Perhaps this is a prophecy.”
Karazawa did not respond to this, but just put the gun back in the gun bag on his waist and looked at Matsuo Takashi’s back. .
What else could be wrong? The Phantom Thieves of Heart took responsibility for the incident.
However, Karasawa is not a real waffle man after all. Although his twenty-faced appearance is a bit more like that of Cthulhu, he definitely does not have any special abilities like "insanity". He just fights. It was just a provocation.
In the real world, this type of debuff skills will also be greatly weakened. For people with normal willpower, his skills can only make people slightly stunned.
In other words, if Matsuo Takashi hadn't had the intention to kill himself, and he threw the provocation until his SP was empty, at most it would only make people feel that he deserved a beating.
"Akechi-kun, are you okay!" Running up with the police were the worried Megure Police Department and the Mori father and daughter, "Even if it is to restore the circumstances of the crime and stimulate the murderer, you are doing this Too risky! ”
"It's okay." Karasawa smiled brightly, "Don't worry, everything is under control~"
"Really, you told Conan your plan without talking to me first." Mouri Kogoro He frowned angrily, "I'm really scared to death by you."
"Hahaha, it's just a joke. I didn't hurt you, did I?" Tang Ze smiled brightly, "As for Conan, I I didn't tell him any plans. He's such a smart kid and is already a qualified detective. "Well, no matter what, it's fine as long as the case is solved." He looked at the camera and looked downcast. Matsuo Takashi left, and Mouri Kogoro breathed a sigh of relief, "We will be left alone. These guys from the TV station really just throw them away after they are used."
"Dad, keep your voice down." Maori Lan glanced at Returning the remaining Mizuno Reina and others in the room, he poked Mouri Kogoro's back, then looked at Akechi, and said with a smile, "Akechi-kun hasn't eaten yet, do you want to come with us? What happened last time?" , I haven’t thanked you properly yet..."
"Okay," Tang Ze agreed, thinking of his cousin who was also hungry, and added, "Do you mind if I bring someone with me? My makeup artist, Ms. May, is still at the TV station due to an unexpected case. "
Mao Lilan recalled the lady with an extremely avant-garde style, grinned awkwardly, and nodded bravely.
"In that case, why not, let's go have a barbecue tonight -"
"How about eating waffles?" Before Mao Lilan said the taboo line, Karasawa raised his voice Interrupted, "I know a store that makes delicious waffles."
That sentence is unacceptable!
This is a real two-spined ape, and it will snap after you say it.
Even if they don’t know how to ga, if they go out for a meal and there is another murder, do they still have to get off work?
If you really want to get some debuff, why not try my waffles.
“Waffles?” Mao Lilan was stunned for a moment, “That’s right, I almost forgot, Akechi-kun grew up in the United States, so he shouldn’t be used to Japanese food.”
“ In fact, I have gradually adapted to it, but this is a rare opportunity. This store is not far from the TV station. His cocktails are also very famous, and the bartender is quite famous. Well, even for my age, I can't drink alcohol either in the United States or Japan, and I haven't tried it, but I think Mr. Mori will like it, right?" Karasawa looked at Kogoro Mori again and continued to throw out the bait.
Mouri Kogoro, who was about to say that he was not interested in Western food and sweets, suddenly became energetic after hearing this: "It sounds like a very good restaurant..."
"Yes, I like it very much. Let's go, I'm here to treat you." Tang Ze smiled and put his hand behind his back, secretly pressing the phone that Amuro Toru called.
The noise he made today was really quite big, it was live on TV, and he almost jumped off the building...
Toru Amuro must have seen everything, I just hope he won't get too angry when he goes back .
"Um..." Seeing that several people had already discussed where to go tonight, Nagai Ayako, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you. Akechi-kun, can I have a brief discussion with you?" Any questions? It’ll be all right soon. I won’t delay your dinner.”
Tangze turned his head and was a little surprised to find that she didn't follow his partner out to continue filming or talking.
Ayako Nagai’s style of painting is completely consistent with that of Nippon TV, and belongs to the standard Yoneka Town Kryptonian reporter style.
He thought that this person should also be the most standard media person who focuses on traffic, but he didn’t expect that such a big focus as Matsuo would not follow him and came to chat with the abandoned detectives. .
"Okay." Karasawa thought for a while, but did not refuse, and walked to her side, "If it is just a simple conversation."
Ayako Nagai nodded hurriedly, and took He walked outside the door.
Seeing several people leaving one after another, Shui Wulian, who was at the end, slowly took out her phone, quickly pressed the keyboard, and started editing emails.
At the same time, her green eyes glanced at Tang Ze's back from time to time, pondering secretly.
Is this a young detective with an American background...
(End of this chapter)