"Ahem, ah, can you hear it? Sir." While Megu was waiting for annoyance, he heard Matsuda's voice.

"Matsuda? Where are you?" Meguru looked around and Matsuda's figure appeared on the TV in the room: "Brother Matsuda, what are you doing!"

"Of course I'm going to replay the situation at the time of the incident." Matsuda on TV smiled confidently: "The murderer killed the ironic method in four minutes in a passage like a void."

"Really? Brother Matsuda!" Megu hugged the TV excitedly.

"Police officer, can you talk here?" A reporter stretched out his microphone, behind him, photography, lighting, etc.

"Ah!? Wait!" Megu's first reaction was to turn around, then he took care of it up and down before turning around: "Matsuda, who is the murderer?"

"The murderer was the host of the studio on the ninth floor at that time, Takashi Matsuo." Matsuda said this name without any flaws and with a perfect alibi.

"Brother Matsuda, Mr. Satisfied, was on the fourth floor, and the mixing room we were in was shot and killed. How did Mr. Matsuo, who was in the ninth floor studio at that time, did this happen?" As he spoke, Meguri wanted to get into the camera.

"That's right, you have to know that from the ninth floor to the fourth floor, you will have to finish seven minutes at the earliest. Mr. Matsuo, who has only left for four minutes in the middle, will never be able to commit a crime." Kogoro squeezed away Memu and said to the camera.

"It's true under normal circumstances, but if Matsuo used the mysterious illusionary path, it would be possible." Matsuda turned his head and said, "Right, Conan."

"Conan!?" Meguri said in surprise: "Matsuda, is Conan by your side?"

In the TV station control room, looking at Memu's big face covering the screen, the two staff members chatted: "If you know about using the equipment without authorization, will you be angry?" "Who knows, it's just a playback on the station anyway, it doesn't matter."

While watching with relish, the TV manager suddenly pushed the door and entered: "Bastard!"

"Sorry, manager!" "We'll stop right away..."

"Who said I would stop it! I will bear all the responsibility and immediately broadcast the video nationwide!" The manager who saw the bright future was full of energy.

"My place is a warehouse on the seventh floor. It's just above you from the police station. And it only takes two minutes to get from here to the studio." Matsuda smiled mysteriously: "Conan, open the door to the Illusion Road."

"Leave it to me." Conan screamed tenderly, then pushed open the warehouse window.

"How could it be possible to shoot from that place to visit the temple?" Meguro began to doubt: "The window was also closed at that time. Brother Matsuda, you really understand..."

"Ah!!" Before Megu could finish speaking, he saw Conan shaking by the window, as if he was about to fall.

"Matsuda! Hold Conan quickly!!!" Megu didn't react slowly, and immediately opened the window and looked up to see the situation on the seventh floor.

Then, a drop of red paint dripped from the upstairs, hitting Megu's temple. Then a paint gun fell on Megu's head. Megu's body fell down and drove the window to close. The paint gun fell into the room and leaned against Megu who was close to the wall. Everything was like the scene they had just arrived at the scene.

"How is it, the police department. Do you have any questions?" Matsuda stood up and released Conan who was pressed under him. He ignored Conan's light but glanced at the building opposite the TV station without any trace. Someone on the opposite side was looking at this side just now.

Conan stared at Matsuda angrily. Because he was angry that Matsuda could see through the truth so simply, he followed him to the outside of the building. Seeing the bullet holes on the road directly below the mixing room, Conan couldn't help but admit that Matsuda was indeed powerful. Then he agreed to Matsuda's proposal and was ready to help him perform this, but just now Matsuda suddenly pressed up from behind and shot the boss Mu. Conan, who was between the windowsill and Matsuda, was treated as a mat, and was pressed tightly on it, making it painful to press. This bastard must have done it on purpose.

"How did the murderer let Shaman look up through the window?" Megu wiped the paint on his head. This bastard Matsuda must have done it on purpose.

"Through mobile phone calls." Matsuda had an extra bag in his hand, containing the victim's mobile phone for the sarcasm: "It will take two hours from the sarcasm to the time when we launched an investigation. The person who was still talking to the sarcasm was killed. This person could almost be concluded that he was the murderer."

"Mr. Matsuo, you probably said something to Mr. Satoshi at that time to commit suicide." Matsuda took a breath and finally pointed his finger at the murderer: "Although it is a very exquisite setting, you still left a lot of loopholes."

"The loophole or something." Matsuo sneered: "If you must think I am the murderer, then come up with evidence."

"You deliberately left bullet casings and bullet holes in the mixing room in order to confuse our investigation and to make us think that the murderer fired a gun at the door." Matsuda ignored Matsuo's provocation and said to himself: "But such a young method will be seen through by experienced detectives at a glance. Is it right, the police department?"

"Ah? Ah! That's right." Memu wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The second proof that the murderer was not shooting at the door was a sarcastic interview with the blood sprayed on the window. There was no drop of blood standing on the window frame inside the mixing room." Matsuda paused: "Also, in order to get rid of your suspicion, it would take more than six minutes to go back and forth between the ninth and fourth floors."

"Hmph, can this kind of thing be used as evidence? Mr. Police Officer." Matsuo forced himself.

"The thing you shouldn't forget is that you forgot to turn off the mobile phone." Matsuda once again raised the bag in his hand: "Police Department, can you use Matsuo's mobile phone to press the repeat button?"

Matsuo reached out and was about to take out the phone that was placed in her top, but Megu took the lead and pressed the repeat button.

"If this kind of mobile phone is not powered off, press the repeat button and the previous number will be replayed." After Matsuda said, the ringtone of the mobile phone in the bag rang: "Mr. Matsuo, can explain why, as you said just now, you don't know the phone number of Mr. Sarah, but now it appears in your mobile phone."

"That's right, but before the show started, I put it on the table. It must have been someone who touched my mobile phone call at that time." Matsuo's voice suddenly weakened.

"It's impossible to post something like that." The person who ruthlessly shattered Matsuo's argument was the famous detective Kogoro Mori: "Mr. Matsuo, you won't forget it, I used your mobile phone in the show. I remember that after that, you took the phone back into your shirt pocket."

"If no one has used it, then pressing the repeat button should hit the hotel I called." Kogoro approached Matsuo: "After this, who else can call the person who is visiting from your top pocket? Who else can besides you?"

"Ah~~Ah~~Haha..." Matsuo struggled for a moment and finally gave up resistance: "I didn't expect that there were people like you in the police. However, if it weren't for Mr. Maori, I'd probably not have left such obvious evidence. It's such a mistake. You shouldn't be invited to be a guest, Mr. Maori."

"Mr. Matsuo, can you say that you are really sarcastic about Mr. Mocking..." The reporter couldn't believe that this matter was true.

"Yes, this show has devoted too much effort. I still remember the fact that planning this show with Shaman is still vivid in my mind. How could I be willing to take off the host's position?" Matsuo lowered his head.

"Isn't that show planned by Mr. Sarcastic?" The same staff member of the TV station, the reporter did not understand the inside story.

"I just agreed to give him all the credit for planning to him, and the host must be done by me." Matsuo said: "Now I suddenly said that I would change the host. How can such a thing calm me down?"

"So you have to kill Shamana?" Matsuda said sarcastically: "You are really a pair of good friends."

"Actually, after calming down, I began to regret it. Looking back at the life when I planned with two young people who had nothing, I always felt that it was the happiest time. As people have said, the process of preparing for the temple fair is happier than a temple fair."

Matsuda wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and stopped. He just muttered softly: "He is really a selfish person. People who don't know how to respect life will always find happiness in the things they have lost."

After saying that, Matsuda left the warehouse, and that ethereal emotion only fell into Conan's ears.

Conan recalled Matsuda's rare lyricism, immediately remembered his inner depression and entanglement, and hurriedly chased him out.

"Hey, hey!" Conan saw Matsuda's back and screamed. When Matsuda stopped, turned around, and stared at Conan with his gloomy face. Conan suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

"Well, Officer Matsuda..." Conan Xiaoyi organized his words: "You, how did you see the truth of this matter in an instant?"

"Because I'm a policeman." Matsuda nodded and added: "Well, professional."

Humph, Meguro Police Department is more professional than you. Can you not use this tone of coaxing children? Conan has no sense of recognition of Matsuda's statement.

Perhaps seeing Conan's disbelief, Matsuda squatted down and stretched out his index finger and hooked it.

Conan suddenly caught Conan's curiosity, and Conan immediately leaned over, his ears almost touching Matsuda's lips. Matsuda only heard Matsuda say a lightly: "Actually, I have seen this incident in a comic book "Detective" painted by a cartoonist named Takamasa Aoyama."

With expectations, Conan got such an answer, and shouted in his heart at Matsuda's distant back.

Let's go and cheat!!!

ps: This was written yesterday, and now I have finished uploading, and I have to rush back to continue writing. If I can't upload tomorrow, then I'll wait a few days to upload together.
Chapter completed!