Conan’s World Stand-in

"Now, are you satisfied..."

While Kogoro Mouri was giving first aid to Takayuki Harada, who had stopped breathing and heartbeat, while the others were in chaos, Jirou Washimi, the "culprit", looked at his hands and laughed madly.

"I did this because of you fools who don't believe in superpowers, so you are also murderers!"

"What is he talking about..." "What's our business..." "It's obvious that he is the murderer..." "Is his brain broken?" "Speaking of which, superpowers don't exist at all..."

The audience at the scene took a few steps back, not daring to make eye contact with him. For fear that this superhuman would be addicted to murder, they randomly selected a few lucky audience members to kill and make up the number. His mouth was not idle, or he covered it with his hands, or turned his head and talked in a low voice.

"I understand, you still don't believe it, then... let me continue to sink in the dark. Next..."

Washimi Jirou smiled twice with a very standard second-villain smile, stretched out his hand, really prepared to pick a lucky audience from it, and scared everyone to retreat, and even wanted to rush out of the studio.

"Don't be too affectionate, your super power didn't kill the host at all." Guan Dounan suddenly came out from behind the background board next to him and stood behind Washimijiro, and the super power uncle heard the words naturally He also turned his head and glared at him.

"You... are you trying to insult me ​​too?" Washimi Jirou gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"I'm just stating the facts." Guan Dounan flicked a five-yuan coin with his right hand and caught it firmly, "This is an 'impossible crime' that was carried out in front of the camera using superpowers to cover up."

Guan Dounan and Conan looked at each other, the latter nodded, and began to use his gaze to sweep between the four people who had just surrounded Harada Takayuki, and Harada Takayuki, who was lying on the ground and still had no sign of waking up.

Since Guan Dounan has determined that this case is not done by superpowers, it is an ordinary murder case. So many things have another explanation...the place!

"What? What nonsense are you talking about? Obviously I use my superpowers..."

"The real prisoner," Guan Dounan squeezed the five-yuan coin with his index finger and thumb, looked at the people around him through the hole in the coin, and finally stopped at a certain position, and there was only one person left in the hole. "This female staff member should be you."

The staff member Guan Dounan pointed to looked unremarkable, with an ordinary ponytail hairstyle and a pair of rustic glasses, and was standing there with a look of bewilderment.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about..."

"Can you change one sentence, it's like a third-rate screenwriter who can't make up more fancy dialogues." Guan Dounan raised his hand to interrupt her, "The method you used should be to take advantage of the host's downfall. Come down, when your staff surrounded him and were able to get in touch with him at close range. At that time, most people's attention was attracted by the host himself, and then he committed a crime with concealed actions."

"It's an inference based on common sense."

Guan Dounan approached the staff member step by step, narrating his "reasoning" as if he had seen the eagle-eyed replay of the crime scene.

"Who is he?" "He looks so handsome..." "Is he a star?" "Is he a detective, he's reasoning." "I don't think he looks very confident." "That one Coins... are you guessing?"

The onlookers chatted, and the cameras that were still working were pointed at him—whether what he said was true or not, the face and the incident alone were enough to boost the ratings by several percentage points.

"As for the evidence..." Guan Dounan stood in front of the staff member and raised his hand, "Let Detective Maori tell you."

Who made the information released by [Mirror] not contain methods, but only indicated who the culprit was? He is not a real detective, and it is better to leave this kind of bright evidence to professional people.

Of course, this is referring to Conan, who formed a two-person detective with Kogoro Mouri.

"What?" Mori Kogoro, who had just finished a round of artificial respiration and cardiac compression, raised his head, a little stunned, and suddenly became the center of the stage for some unknown reason.

"Ah...this...I...then what..."

Maori Kogoro fluttered his hands, stammering not knowing what to say. Conan looked helpless next to him, but there are several cameras shooting here, I am afraid there is no way to directly anesthetize the uncle and then use the voice changer to play the double reed...

Fortunately, I asked Guan Dounan to use his ability to adjust his face a little bit. Although the difference is not big at first glance, no one will associate Conan's face with Kudo Shin's face when he was a child. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to appear in such a public place where he might be seen by many people.

It seems that the only way is to pretend to be a fool to remind. I hope that the basic knowledge of the uncle when he was a criminal policeman has not been forgotten... Conan cleared his throat, used the acting skills inherited from his mother, and said loudly in a milky voice.

"Ah Lie Lie, uncle, I said in a TV show that people who are strangled and stopped breathing can survive as long as they give first aid in time."

The startled Conan made Mouri Kogoro seem to have regained his composure. Kogoro looked at the weird kid and murmured.

"Yeah, in theory, the strangulation of the neck is caused by poor breathing and insufficient oxygen supply, so if we can supply air and oxygen in time..." Halfway through, Mouri Kogoro also seemed to realize that something was wrong, and turned to look at the man who had already been made by himself. Harada Takayuki, who spent almost ten minutes in the first aid, showed no sign of waking up at all, but died as dead as he could.

"But Mr. Harada... doesn't look like he died from strangulation..."

"Ah, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Uncle, why are there red marks on your hand, is it blood?" Conan jumped in place and pointed at Kogoro's right hand with a very surprised expression.

"Huh? It's not blood, it's..." Kogoro looked at his right hand when he heard the words, and sure enough, there were dark red marks on the outside of the little finger and the bottom of the palm, and this position was just placed on Harada Takayuki's chin With the neck in position, lift his chin up.

On Harada Takayuki's neck, the original scary dark red mark turned out to be partially vacated from the middle as if it had been wiped off by something.

"This streak was painted with paint! There are no streaks on his neck at all!" Kogoro Mouri seemed to understand something, looked left and right, reached out and took the black and white scarf that was thrown aside, but Another sharp meal.

"The inside of this scarf also has that kind of paint, and..." Kogoro Mori pinched the scarf and suddenly tore it apart.

Inside the scarf, there were actually two wire-like things standing there.

"Iron wire? So... I see, it's that kind of alloy!" Kogoro Mori suddenly stood up and shouted excitedly, "The kind of alloy used in performing the magic of bending a spoon! But why..."

"Hey, the TV show seems to be still filming now. If this uncle suddenly jumps up, there should be a lot of people watching it." Conan continued to pretend to be stupid and reminded.

"I understand, Mr. Harada originally wanted to pretend to be strangled to death by superpowers, and then jumped up suddenly after scaring everyone, so that he could create a very gimmicky program effect!"

"However, he really died... He was killed in some way!"