Ke Yan People In the World of Ke Xue

"Sure enough, no wonder it looks so familiar..."

Yucheng Liuli approached Mao Lilan, "You are the child of Kogoro and Yingri, right?"

"Huh? You know my mother?" Mao Lilan was stunned.

"Well, I have been Yingri's classmate since kindergarten and graduated from middle school."

When Yucheng Liuli said this, he subconsciously held his chin with one hand, wondering:

"But... I still can't figure it out, how could Yingri, one of the most talented girls in the world, be carried away by love, and she actually fell in love with the most condescending Kogoro in the whole school. Later, the two of them even walked in together. the palace of marriage."

Is it possible that this is also a cheeky credit?

Conan listened carefully.

"Have the two of them been in love since middle school?" Mao Lilan asked.

"Yeah." Yucheng Liuli nodded:

"Eri, who is calm and logical in his usual way of doing things, will become extremely irritable whenever he encounters Kogoro, so we will all laugh at them, saying that where the two of them are quarreling, it is simply Flirting."

It turns out that in addition to being cheeky, I usually need to quarrel with my girlfriend more... Conan pondered and said that he had learned.

"Liu Li... let's not talk about the past." A certain tool person made a big red face.

"I see, after all that super pervert back then has become a famous detective now~"

After Yucheng Liuli made another joke, he directly greeted the assistant next to him, opened a few boxes of beautifully packaged desserts, and distributed them to everyone in the venue, at the same time, apologized:

"I'm sorry, because it took a lot of time to buy things, causing everyone to wait for a long time..."

In the sound of 'no', 'it's okay', 'liuli, I love you'.

Feng Jian Lianghui, the male lead, seemed even more insignificant.

He had a sullen face, but he knew that he couldn't provoke public anger, so he came to the director's side with an ugly expression, and urged in a low voice:

"Really, it took so long. I asked my dad to invest in you, but I didn't come to see you eat!"

"Well……"

The director's expression froze, and after eating the snacks in his hand, he hurriedly greeted all the crew and came to the villa together.

Make-up artists and props artists come together.

soon.

The actors who changed their costumes came to this villa, which was arranged as the living room of the murder scene.

The body lying in front of the fireplace was covered with a gray tablecloth. On the back of the chair beside the table, the victim's black coat was hung. The murder weapon was a golf club with a white iron sleeve that fell beside the body.

Kazami Lianghui recited the lines fluently, and during this period, he continued to show a confident smile to the camera, everything under control:

"...Hmph, it seems that the answer is ready to come out."

"You don't have to pretend!"

"Hurry up and tell us the truth..."

"Who is the murderer?"

The other three actors set up a line for each of them, and the point is to show the intelligence of the detective.

"Hehehe..." Feng Jian Lianghui let out a sneer: "I should have explained the whole case, but..."

"Hey, wait a minute," the director couldn't help interrupting, "there's no such line in the script."

"Of course I know!"

Kazami Lianghui was obviously still in a state of narcissism and did not come out. He turned his head to look outside the door, and Maori Kogoro, who was watching:

"It's better to let the famous detective come to reveal the answer for us!"

"Huh?" A tool man pointed to his nose, "Me?"

"What's the matter, Mr. Maoli, come here quickly." Feng Jian Lianghui urged.

"Uh... oh."

Mouri Kogoro thought this was a spoof of the show, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Hey, is it improvisation?"

"As you wish..."

Feng Jian Lianghui did not give the director a chance to stop him, and asked directly: "First of all, the murderer, why did you put this gray tablecloth over the body?"

"This, this..."

Maori Kogoro stretched out his hand and scratched his cheek, and said uncertainly, "Maybe it's because the murderer loved the dead so much that he couldn't bear to let his body lie on the cold floor, right?"

"But isn't the coat of the dead man hanging on the back of the chair?"

Feng Jian Lianghui's voice became more and more sharp: "Why did the murderer deliberately use a tablecloth?"

"Oh, that's an easy question..."

Mouri Kogoro said confidently: "Because of the gray tablecloth, it looks warmer than a black coat."

"Haha," Feng Jian Lianghui couldn't help sneering, "Detective, is this your answer?"

"Really, can uncle be okay..."

Conan was also a little anxious.

It's usually fine, but now I'm recording a detective TV show. Once Kogoro Mouri's bad performance is recorded by the camera, it will be vigorously promoted by this obviously ulterior motive.

At that time, it will not be a simple program effect that can be perfunctory, and maybe it will be those guys in the organization...

By the way, speaking of it, Brother Gengyi must have noticed something, right?

Conan looked up.

As soon as Ye Geng noticed something, he lowered his head and looked back.

Conan's eyes rolled around, and the same thoughts as Shiratori Ren Saburo rose in his heart.

Let Ye Geng spoil the situation!

As long as Feng Jian Lianghui loses face, it is impossible for this clip to be broadcast normally no matter what!

"That... Actually, Brother Gengyi, you must have guessed the purpose of the murderer's use of the gray tablecloth in the play?" Conan asked tentatively.

Refers to the black jacket that was deliberately placed on the back of the chair when building the scene, leaning in the golf bag beside the fireplace, a section higher than the other clubs, the clubs covered with black iron sleeves, intentionally replaced Black curtains, black carpet, and that black dress from Yucheng Liuli?

Combined with the opening introduction by Kogoro Mouri, the answer to the puzzle can also be found in the word "the focus of the event lies in the color" that is emphasized.

Yes, not the truth about the murder~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but a guessing game deliberately arranged by the director and screenwriter.

In general, this has nothing to do with the murderer's psychology when he committed the murder. If it has to be forcibly classified, because the murderer likes black, so he is not willing to use black to cover the deceased's body, it is too far-fetched. some.

Thinking about it, Ye Geng gave a soft "Oh", and in the eager eyes of a certain detective, he said:

"Mr. Maury is right, grey is really warmer for this environment."

Damn it, you cold-faced man who likes to wear black clothes!

Conan gritted his teeth, but only dared to complain in his heart.

"Aha~"

Ye Gengyi yawned, "I'm going to make a cup of coffee."

Hurry up, hurry up... Conan tightened his watch-type anesthesia gun, resisted the urge to stab him in the face, watched Ye Gengyi disappear into the corridor, turned the gun directly, and stabbed a needle in a certain Tool man's neck.

Decryption is still up to you...