Chapter 72 The second dump truck enters the palace "Fujino-kun?"

"Officer Sato?"

At the scene of the crime, Fujino heard a familiar voice and turned his head to look. In a blink of an eye, he saw Miwako Sato leading a team to the scene.

"How will you be here?"

Miwako Sato came to Fujino first.

"I was invited to participate in a variety show."

Fujino scratched the back of his head, "Who knew that this would happen just after the show was recorded..."

"So it is."

Looking at Fujino in front of her, Miwako Sato couldn't help but sigh.

This guy, like Kudo Shinichi, always encounters cases wherever he goes.

Then, she led the accompanying police officers to search the scene of the crime.

Suwa's body collapsed in front of the window sill of the conference room on the fourth floor. The bullet passed through his head and also pierced the glass behind him.

At the same time, the splattered blood stained the glass of the roll-up window red.

Next to his body, there were also a pistol and a portable phone scattered around.

The upper part of the mobile phone was stained red.

After investigation by the police from the Forensic Section, two scattered bullet holes were found on the wall behind Suwa Michihiko's body.

There are two on the poster, and one next to the alarm clock on the top. The bullets are embedded in the wall.

In the corner of the meeting room, the police collected the remaining four bullet casings.

This is consistent with the projectile remaining on the wall and piercing Suwa Michihiko's head.

After interviewing and investigating the surrounding people, the time of the victim's death can also be basically determined, probably within the interval between 55:[-] and [-]:[-] when the program was recorded.

…………

Fujino stood at the side of the crime scene, looking gloomy at the corpse lying on the ground not far away.

There is no discomfort, and there is no feeling of sadness when the rabbit dies and the fox......

Pure, just staring at a cold dead body.

Unconsciously, he also became numb.

Thinking of this, Fujino shook his head, stripping the unrealistic thoughts out of his mind.

There are more than 1000 episodes of Conan's cases. Even if he watched all the plots from a third-person perspective in his previous life, he can experience it personally. Without systematic prompts, there will inevitably be some omissions.

Putting away his thoughts, Fujino took a deep breath, and shouted to Miwako Sato: "I already know how the murderer killed Mr. Suwa!"

"So fast?"

Miwako Sato turned her head to look at Fujino when she heard the sound, and couldn't help being stunned.

It’s not because of Fujino’s speed in solving the case.

It's just that the expression on Fujino's face at this time... is too deep.

"I think Mr. Suwa was not shot from the front, but from above."

As he said that, Fujino also pointed to the right side of his forehead, "Generally speaking, if the shot penetrates from the front, then the bullet holes should form a parallel line in the front, right?"

"from above?"

Hearing this, Miwako Sato frowned.

After quickly checking the bullet holes on the corpse, he nodded, "If it was shot from the front, then the direction of the bullet hole penetration should indeed be relative, but the bullet holes on this corpse show... A diagonal line runs from the upper right part of the forehead to the lower left part of the cerebellum."

"And there's that window."

As he spoke, Fujino pointed to the window behind Suwa Michihiko's body and said solemnly: "If Mr. Suwa was killed in front of the window, then it stands to reason that the window should be full of blood. However, apart from the glass , but there was no blood on the window frame.”

"So I infer that the murderer was not Suwa Michihiko who killed him head-on, but shot him vertically from mid-air."

As he spoke, Fujino also walked to the window and leaned against the window to demonstrate in person, "The murderer first lured Mr. Suwa to stick his head out of the window, and then took the opportunity to shoot down in a room upstairs. It shoots directly."

"But, Mr. Suwa, why did he stick out the window to create a chance for the murderer to kill himself..."

With that said, Miwako Sato's words stopped abruptly.

Then he looked at the blood-stained mobile phone next to the corpse: "Could it be..."

"Yes."

Fujino nodded towards Miwako Sato, and pointed to Takashi Matsuo: "The murderer is none other than Takashi Matsuo, who is the host."

"He first made those bullet holes in this room, and then when the commercial was being broadcast in the studio, he ran to the room on the top of the corresponding floor under the pretext of having a stomachache, and called Mr. Suwa to lure him. Go to the window, shoot him... and then throw the gun in."

"In this case, he has a sufficient alibi!"

"As long as we investigate his mobile phone, we can determine whether he has called Mr. Suwa."

"After all, mobile phones like Big Brother can remember the last dialed number..."

Under Fujino's reasoning, Matsuo Takashi quickly confessed to his behavior.

At the same time, the police found a gunpowder smoke reaction on the top of the room opposite this room on the seventh floor, and also found the deadly warhead downstairs.

Matsuo Takashi shot because he was in a hurry and had no time to prepare, and the gunpowder smoke reacted on his sleeve.

Just like that, the case came to an end.

late at night.

Snowflakes fluttered down slightly, the road surface was dyed white, and some wheels were printed on the snow-white street.

After solving the case, Fujino rode his motorcycle on the road back to Fifth Chome from the TV station.

Watching the scattered snowflakes hit the windshield of the helmet, Fujino couldn't help but sighed leisurely.

It was obviously a warm and sunny day yesterday, why is there snowflakes today? The ghostly weather in Ke Xue's world is really as weird as time...

Putting away his thoughts, he turned his peripheral vision to the rearview mirror, stared at the reflected car lights, and frowned: "It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

In the snow, less than ten meters away from behind him, a white flat-head dump truck was also driving on the snowy street.

The dump truck had its high-beam headlights on, so it was not possible to see the situation inside the cab very well.

From the very beginning, the dump truck has been following his ass, even following him, and has turned several turns.

"Why is that dump truck still following me?"

Fujino's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he deliberately turned in the opposite direction of home.

Looking at the rearview mirror again, the dump truck behind him was still closely following.

"Is it for me?"

Fujino's hands clenched the handlebars of the motorcycle, and he stared at the dump truck in the rearview mirror from the corner of his eye, feeling a bad premonition arise in his heart.

[Detective enhancement has been activated: 200% enhancement of the host body]

"Buzz!"

System enhancement has just started.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from behind him.

The dump truck behind him that was still traveling at a constant speed suddenly accelerated, and its tires made a screeching sound due to lack of friction.

Then, the dump truck rushed straight towards Fujino's motorcycle at a speed of [-] to [-] kilometers per hour.

(End of this chapter)