Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the venue for the opening ceremony of the twin-tower skyscrapers, the night sky outside was extraordinarily peaceful. ◢Щщш.sUimEnG.lā

Looking at the top floor of a building hundreds of meters away in front of the elevator, Gin stood on the edge of the roof with a cigarette in his mouth, his long hair fluttering in the wind, and a pair of cold eyes under the brim of a black hat looked at the brightly lit twin towers.

"This is the last carnival."

Gin grinned, picked up the binoculars and looked at Mu Mu and others who were blowing cold wind by the ground parking lot, and then dialed the phone.

"What's going on inside?"

"Brother," Vodka contacted on the other side of the phone, "Is that Kudo Shinichi really still alive? What's going on?"

"I don't know, but," Qin Jiu put a sniper rifle by his side, smiling dangerously, "She was the one who confirmed the information on Kudo Shinichi's death, so it's not impossible to mix them up now...

"This building is perfect for the final execution ground, Shirley..."

In the banquet venue, all the players who participated in the game concentrated on counting silently, and some people raised their flags from time to time.

"24, 25..." Uncle Mao Li stood next to the young woman who thought she was holding a baby, counting nervously, when suddenly the baby behind him stretched out his hand and patted him.

"Oh, it's too bad, I forgot where I counted..."

The uncle didn't care about the baby, and was sweating profusely. He anxiously looked around at the people raising the flag one after another, and was at a loss when he was suddenly frightened by the baby's cry and raised the flag.

"Hi!"

"Okay," Tokiwa Mio reminded on the stage, "Two guests have guessed the time correctly, Mori-senpai and Kido-kun, congratulations, please come to the front now."

"Huh?" Gao Cheng and the uncle who still had a dreamy expression walked up to the rostrum.

How did this guy guess...

"Everyone," Mio Tokiwa enthusiastically introduced, "The winners are the famous detective Mori Kogoro and the equally famous Kido Takasei. They are worthy of being famous detectives. There is no error in the guessing time of the two, but according to the rules of the game, the next Come down and invite two famous detectives to decide the ownership of the sports car by guessing fists."

Gao Cheng swallowed, and became nervous at the same time as Uncle Mao Li.

No matter how valuable the Twilight Villa is, it is only invisible wealth on paper.

Not to mention that he hasn't got it yet, and a high-end sports car that can be displayed here is not a casual thing for him.

But it shouldn't be possible to lose with the uncle, right?

Under the stage, Xiaolan stayed among the guests below, and she didn't know who to cheer for, so she could only watch closely the two who were about to start guessing.

"Rock paper scissors!"

"cloth!"

Gao Cheng sacrificed the scissors in response, but bumped into Uncle Mao Li who was punching in a daze, his jaw dropped instantly and he fell into petrification.

"what?!"

The sports car flies...

flew...

up...

Gao Cheng held his face with his mouth wide open, not in the mood to listen to Uncle Mao Li's proud testimonials, he got off the stage and walked to his mountain bike in the midst of the laughter of the guests.

In the blink of an eye, the kung fu sports car turns into a bicycle. The most painful moment in this life is the moment when you guess the fist and make the scissors. No one will believe you when you say it...

What the hell, even if you lose to the uncle in mahjong, you can't win in boxing games.

Ayumi gathered around the mountain bike and commented: "The mountain bike seems to be pretty good, anyway, we don't know how to drive, right?"

Gao Cheng turned his head stiffly: Hey, what did you say that the mountain bike became yours?

Yuanzi walked over and said angrily, "Please, what's your expression? We don't even have a chance to guess fists."

"Yeah," Ayumi said disappointedly, "I only counted to 25 seconds."

Yuan Tai wondered: "I only counted to 2 seconds..."

Gao Cheng's face twitched: "It's completely different, okay? I can count 30 seconds 100%..."

"Liar, how can someone guess right every time?"

"cough."

Gao Cheng blushed slightly.

Is it too much to use the system to do this kind of thing...

"Crack!" The lights in the venue suddenly went out, leaving only a beam of light hitting the stage host.

Gao Cheng stopped talking and looked at the stage in doubt.

"Everyone, the next thing I want to introduce is the work of today's most important guest, the master of Japanese painting who is a national treasure of our country, Mr. Ru Yuefengsui."

Following the voice of the host, Mount Fuji like a painting by Tsukimine Water appeared on the screen at one side of the venue.

"Mr. Kisaragi is very fond of Mount Fuji. He has spent more than 30 years depicting the majestic appearance of Mount Fuji. This time, to celebrate the completion of the twin-tower skyscraper of the student president Tokiwa, he specially presented a new work... Mount Fuji in spring snow! "

The curtain of the rostrum was slowly opened, and everyone's eyes were focused on the center. However, when the background light was turned on, the scene in front of them shocked everyone.

Directly in front of the illuminated Japanese painting, Mio Tokiwa's body was suspended high in the middle, which caused a series of screams of panic in the venue.

Gao Cheng's complexion changed suddenly, he didn't care about his mountain bike, and hurried back to the stage with Uncle Mao Li.

"Put down Miss Tokiwa quickly, and close the curtain!" Seeing that the others were at a loss, Gao Cheng hurriedly shouted.

Uncle Maori hastily picked up Mio Tokiwa and laid it flat on the ground. You could see a deep mark on her neck being strangled by the pearl necklace, and Mio Tokiwa had completely died.

After Gao Cheng contacted Mu Mu downstairs, he squatted down to inspect the corpse, and saw that there was a piano wire hooked behind the pearl necklace, and the other end of the wire was connected to the painting scroll around the beam and steel frame, probably when the painting was put down. Pull Mio Tokiwa up in the opposite direction.

This is a planned murder...

Gao Cheng turned his gaze to a small wine glass that fell at the foot of the corpse. Although it was not broken, it was indeed the same kind as in the previous incidents.

How is this going?

First, Ogi City Councilor was assassinated in the suite on the 7th floor of Building B, then Tokiwa Director Hara Yoshiaki was shot dead in his own home, and now even Mio Tokiwa was hanged in full view die……

If the Black Organization is not considered, the only connection between the three is this newly built twin-tower skyscraper, and almost all of them are the main leaders.

Gao Cheng looked at the remaining suspects.

The secretary Sawaguchi, the architect Hidehiko Kazama, and the stern-faced old man Tsukimine.

These people happened to be behind the curtain when the crime happened, and they all had the opportunity to hook the piano wire to Mio Tokiwa's necklace.

The only problem is that the action of hooking the necklace should be obvious, but Mio Tokiwa showed no signs of struggling, obviously defenseless, and I didn't seem to notice...

"Maori! Brother Kido!" Mu Mu led Shiratori and others to rush to the scene after receiving the news, and interrogated several suspects by the way.

"Does that mean Mr. Kazama and Mr. Kisaragi were standing on both sides of the victim when the incident happened?"

After Mumu understood the situation, he ordered: "Now please stand where you were at that time, and Chiba will stand where the victim was."

On the stage floor, there are 3 small lights juxtaposed to indicate the position, about one meter apart from each other. Hidehiko Kazama and Kizuki Minamizu stand on both sides.

"Miss Sawaguchi was next to the stage at that time, right?"

"Yes," Sawaguchi nodded worriedly, "I'm operating the elevator over there."

"What about that string of pearls?" Mu Mu asked.

"She said it was a gift from someone, but I don't know who it is..."

"When did this painting arrive?"

"It arrived last night," Sawaguchi looked at Mine Kisaragi who was holding a cane next to him, "We moved in together under the supervision of Mr. Kisaragi."

Mu Mu frowned and looked at the old man, "That is to say, the person who has the chance to play this piano wire trick is..."

"Unfortunately, I don't know either." The old man kept his face straight.