Chapter 157 I'll treat you to muffins! (Add to Lowland Ghost)

Author: Six Days and Four Dusts

Chapter 157 I'll treat you to muffins! (Add to Lowland Ghost)

"My wise, hey, dangerous!"

Shui Wulian, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but scream.

Inside and outside the camera, almost everyone who was following this scene couldn't help but step forward, and even the photographer holding the camera obviously staggered forward.

"Ah hahaha, no problem." Tang Ze raised his hand casually, without any intention of falling down, and the leg hanging outside the window even swayed.

In the room downstairs, people who saw this dangerous scene couldn't help but sweat for Akichigoro.

"Smart, come down quickly!" Kogoro Mori couldn't help but open the window. He didn't care about the blood on the glass, pushed the window outward and looked up.

He is located in the warehouse on the 7th floor, just above the crime scene. When he was just studying the floor plan, Mingzhi proposed the idea of ​​talking to this side in the room above.

So he found that he was likely to fall from the building. The people in the room opened the window almost without thinking and looked up.

What caught Mouri Kogoro's eyes were the dark muzzle in Akatsuki's hand and the deep eyes that leaned over to look at him.

There was a "bang" sound.

Kogoro Mouri covered his forehead and hissed.

A round white rubber ball jumped on his forehead and bounced into the room.

"This is..." The police officer of Meguru bent down and picked up the round beads that rolled to his feet, "BB bullet?"

"Yes, this is the prop we used in today's show. I'll ask Miss Nagai to help me get it." Tang Ze kept leaning over, shook the gun in his hand, and then let go of his hand gently.

The model gun fell straight down, touched Kogoro Mori and bounced into the house.

"This is how you accomplished the 'impossible crime', right, Mr. Matsuo?" Tang Ze turned his head and looked at Matsuo Takashi in the room. "Conan, how are you doing there? Have you found it?"

"Finished!" The camera cut from Matsuo Takashi's stiff face to Conan, who was waving his hand at the camera, "Are you looking for this, Brother Akichi?"

The camera pulled a close-up in the direction of his finger, and the edge of the green belt could be seen in the picture, which was a sidewalk on the ground outside the TV station building.

On one of the bricks, you can clearly see the small cracks. In the center of the cracks is a metal bullet that has been extruded and deformed.

"So amazing, little detective." Not surprisingly, Conan's discovery, Tang Ze praised without hesitation, "This is the evidence that can testify to my reasoning. After firing from the 7th floor, penetrated the head of the victim on the 4th floor, it penetrated the ground and killed the bullet."

"So, the other bullet marks in the room are disguises deliberately created by the murderer in order to confuse the position of the shooting." Kogoro Mouri rubbed his forehead, which was hit by the rubber bullet, and understood his intention. He was just not good at discovering and summarizing clues, and was prone to far-fetchedness.

However, when such an obvious chain of evidence was put out, he also understood, and continued to play the body conscientiously and sat down along the angle of the window: "After shooting, he threw the gun into the fourth floor, and the dead victim would lose his strength and slowly slide down... Sitting here, just like when he was discovered."

"That's right," Tangze's eyes moved from the screen that was feedbacking information from other cameras to the somewhat sweaty Takashi Matsuo, "As for how you did it... I guess, that's why the deceased held his phone when he died. As long as I do now, say on the phone, 'I'm in the warehouse on the 7th floor, I'm going to commit suicide,' the deceased will hurriedly open the window and look up like Mr. Maori, trying to stop you."

Matsuo Takashi trembled a little uncontrollably.

He clenched his fists, looked at Akiragoro who was sitting sideways on the window, and looked at his disdainful light coldly with his disdainful look.

Tang Ze half closed his eyes, covering his pupils, hiding the golden luster that flashed in his eyes.

"You have no evidence, you are all speculating out of thin air!" Matsuo Takashi burst into his heart with anger, clenched his fists, rushed up in two steps, and tried to reach out and push Akitoro who was sitting on the window directly.

Inviting this kid is an absolute failure!

If it wasn't him, if it wasn't him-!

Tang Ze couldn't tell whether he was conscious or sighed with regret. Before Mizunoya took down the crazy Takashi Matsuo with reflexive conditioning, he turned his palm and a pistol slipped from his sleeve. He raised it without hesitation and pointed it at Takashi Matsuo.

The intense emotions of Matsuo Takashi were interrupted by the gun at the door opposite him, making him unable to reach out his hand to kill the other party.

"Be careful, Mr. Matsuo." Tang Ze no longer maintained such a dangerous sitting position. He raised the gun in his hand steadily, and he jumped down from the window frame and stood up straight. The gun in his hand was directly pressed against the other party's face. "You are also a gunman, and you must be able to see that this is not a model gun for jokes."

The cold muzzle on the forehead made Matsuo Takashi tremble involuntarily, and he could only repeat with trembling: "You have no evidence, you have no evidence--"

"Let me think about it." Tang Ze tilted his head, pressed his empty fingers against his temples, and made a distressed expression, "It will definitely not work when checking the smoke reaction. Since the plan is so tense, you must have prepared a cover-up plan."

Takashi Matsuo, who had calmed down a lot, slowly took a step back, avoided the gun and continued to touch it, pulled the corners of his mouth, and did not respond.

"It shouldn't be a cover." Tang Ze continued to say, "Since the recording of the variety show, you have arrived here to carry out a murder plan except for the short film time, and you have never left my sight at all. Although your shooting skills are good, when killing people, you need to hold your phone with one hand and shoot the victim who is protruding the head with the other. The cover brings too much trouble. That's only possible, you wear gloves and change your clothes... Coincidentally, this warehouse is the prop warehouse where a studio belongs."

He said, not putting down the gun in his hand, but just slowly walked backwards, reached out and accurately grabbed the clothes that were emitting a faint red light in his sight: "——For example, this suit that happened to be the same style as your clothes? Guess, can the police find your sweat stains and the reaction of the smoke from above?"

This is information that has not been given in the original work, but Tang Ze, who has a third eye, was originally a natural detective, Gun Ge, fearless.

After gritting his teeth for a moment, looking at the suit hanging from the hanger in his hand, Takashi Matsuo's shoulders collapsed.

"...Hahahaha." Matsuo Takashi smiled bitterly, "So I said everything, I shouldn't invite you here. Suwa Daohiko is just an idiot."

"So was Mr. Suwa's idea to invite me as a guest?" Tang Ze glanced at Mizuno, who was standing aside with surprise on his face, thought for a while, and asked deliberately.

Since it is your own trouble, don’t increase the workload of your unlucky undercover colleagues.

The guys who are responsible for taking the blame are all cold. The more you make the blame, the better. Just throw it away.

"Yes, he is such a person who does his own way. He changes the planning and adds and deletes the program without authorization. Not to mention the guests, he often doesn't tell us." Matsuo Takashi looked at the room full of surprise and confided indifferently. "This program was obviously planned by Suwa and I. In the end, he kidnapped me with the host and forced me to give up the producer's right to speak. I endured it. This program is my hard work. I was exhausted every week to collect materials and write scripts... My entire career has been bound to this variety show, but in the end, he actually wanted to replace me!"

"So, today's episode..."

"He was going to replace me this time. It was me who threatened him with his handle, which gave up his idea. He completely changed the entire program script for me to take revenge on me. He just wanted to embarrass me!" Matsuo Takashi shouted, and tears flashed in his eyes again, very small, but it was real than every time he cried today.

Outside the door, the police officers who caught up to Matsuo walked behind him. He looked back at the handcuffs in the police's hands, his spirit was completely removed, and he bent his back.

"...Sorry, Akichik." Before being taken away by the police, Takashi Matsuo smiled bitterly, "I don't know what happened to me just now. 'The demon who killed Mr. Suwa'... This may be a prophecy."

Tang Ze did not respond to this, but inserted the gun in his hand back into the gun bag in his lower back, watching Takashi Matsuo's back.

What else can happen? The Heart Monster Thieves Group said it was responsible for this matter.

However, Tang Ze is not a real muffin man after all. Although his twenties look a little bit like Cthulhu, he definitely has no special abilities like "mental disorder". He just made a provocation.

In the real world, this type of debuff skill will also be greatly weakened. For people with normal willpower, their skills can only make people feel a little dazed.

In other words, if it weren't for the murderous intent of Matsuo Takashi himself, he would throw the provocation and throw it into the air, at most it would only make people feel that he was a little worthy of a beating.

"Akichiko, is it okay!" The worried Meguru police department and Maori father and daughter who ran up with the police were also worried. "Even if it was to restore the situation of the incident and stimulate the murderer, it would be too risky for you to do this!"

"It's okay." Tang Ze smiled brightly, "Don't worry, everything is in control~"

"Really, you tell Conan the plan and don't communicate with me first." Kogoro Mouri stood up angrily, "I'm really scared to death by you."

"Hahaha, just a joke, didn't you hurt you?" Tang Ze smiled very sunny. "As for Conan, I haven't told him any plans. He is such a smart child, he is already a qualified detective."

"Hey, no matter what, the case will be resolved." Seeing the camera chasing the dejected Takashi Matsuo leaving, Kogoro Mori breathed a sigh of relief, "We will leave this behind. These guys from TV stations are really thrown away after using it."

"Dad, whisper." Ran Mori glanced at Mizuru Renana and others who were left in the house, poked Mori Kogoro's back, then looked at Akichi, and said with a smile, "Akichik-kun hasn't eaten yet, are you going to be with us? I haven't thanked you for your last incident..."

"Okay," Tang Ze responded, thinking of his hungry cousin, and added, "Don't you mind me bringing someone? My makeup artist, Miss May, stayed on the TV station because of an emergency."

Ran Maori suddenly remembered the lady with an extremely avant-garde look, grinned and nodded with awkward smile.

"If that's the case, we'd rather go to have a bake tonight-"

"How about eating muffins?" Tangze interrupted before Ran Maori said the taboo line, "I know that muffins are delicious in a store."

That sentence, no!

This is a real second-spike ape, and it will be awesome after speaking.

Even if they don’t know how to do it, if they go out for a meal and have some murder, will they still have to get off work?

If you have to try my muffin if you want to put some debuff, why not try my muffin.

"Muffin?" Ran Mori was stunned for a moment, "That's right, I almost forgot that Akichiko grew up in the United States and should not be used to the Japanese diet."

"Actually, I have adapted slowly, but the opportunity is rare. This store is not far from the TV station. His cocktails are also very famous, and the bartender is quite famous. Well, although at my age, I can't drink alcohol, no matter in the United States or Japan, and I have never tried it. However, I think Mr. Maori should like it, right?" Tangze looked at Kogoro Mori again and continued to throw the bait.

Kogoro Mouri, who was about to say that he was not interested in Western food and sweets, suddenly became energetic when he heard this: "It sounds like a very good restaurant..."

"Yes, I like it very much. Let's go, I'll treat you." Tang Ze smiled and turned his hand on his back, secretly pressing the phone call from Amuro Tsubu.

The news he made is really big today. It was broadcast live on TV and almost jumped off the building...

Tomo Amuro must have seen it all, I just hope that he will not get too angry when he goes back.

"That..." Seeing that several people had already discussed the place to go tonight, Nagai Ayako, who had been wandering around for a long time, came forward, "I'm disturbing everyone. Akichi, can you simply discuss a few issues with you? It'll be fine soon and won't delay your supper."

Tang Ze turned his head and found that she didn't run out with her partner to continue shooting or conversation. She was a little surprised.

Nagai Ayako's painting style is exactly the same as that of Japanese TV stations, and is in the standard Mikacho Kryptonian journalist style.

He thought that this should be the most standard media person who is in line with traffic. He didn't expect that Matsuo would not follow him, and he came to chat with the abandoned detectives.

"Okay." Tang Ze thought about it, but did not refuse, and walked to her, "If it was just a simple conversation."

Nagai Ayako nodded quickly and took him out the door.

Seeing a few people leaving one after another, Shui Wulian, who was stuck at the end, slowly took out his phone, quickly pressed the keyboard, and edited the email.

At the same time, her green eyes swept across Tang Ze's back from time to time and began to think about it secretly.

Is this a young detective with an American background?
Chapter completed!