Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

In the fifth studio, Xiao Ai held her arms to look after several children, and from time to time she raised her toes and tapped the ground.

Almost half an hour has passed, Gao Sung and Conan still haven't come back, and the trial finals don't look like they are going to continue. It seems that something has happened.

Since the two of them didn't send any news back, it is very likely that Yuanta's father was also involved in the incident, and maybe he became a suspect.

In this way, these little guys can't be let go, otherwise it will only add chaos.

Xiao Ai glanced outside the studio.

In fact, she also wanted to go and see...

Player lounge A, the room where Fumata Chaotianbi Kojima rested, and when Gao Cheng and Mumu and others questioned, he impatiently lit a cigarette.

"Hey, Mr. Officer, are you suspicious of me? I just waited in the lounge. I heard the knock on the door in another room, and then I heard the scream, so I ran to look at it. of……"

"Did you go out immediately after hearing the sound?" Mugure asked.

"That's not the case. I waited for a while and thought it was a test. The other two people should think the same way?" He exhaled smoke from his nose, "Anyway, I don't know anything. I just watch it when I go downstairs." There are many staff members around this detective. Who knows that the president will have an accident?"

"Did you hear a knock on the door?" Gao Cheng interjected.

"Yes, yes, because I've been waiting for someone to call..." Chao Tiannose was a little worried, and Chao Gao Cheng said with a smile, "Kito Detective, I am not a murderer, am I? I just want to get the bonus. That's it..."

"It's hard to say."

Gao Cheng took out the prepared paper and pen, and handed it to Chaotian Nose: "May I trouble you to write out the things on that piece of paper? Just follow the gourd and draw the scoop..."

"It says eight hundred and one on that piece of paper."

Chaotianni scratched his head and wrote "801" on the paper.

"is this OK?"

"Sure."

Gao Cheng glanced at the crookedly written figures, and several police officers towards Mumu nodded, and then proceeded to the next room.

Mumu asked strangely: "City household brother, does this make any sense?"

"Of course, since it is a simple word that can be read at a glance, there are only a few reasons for the different readings. The first is the accent. Just ask them to write it again." Gao Cheng laughed.

"What about other reasons?"

"It's possible to take it upside down."

Gao Cheng took the lead to enter the B player lounge, which is the room of Yuanta's father Kojima Yuanji.

Unlike Conan, Gao Cheng directly ruled out Kojima Motoji, not only believes in this handsome uncle, others are hard to say, but the Conan family is different from the Jintian family. There is no case of crimes on the family side, and there is no reason why he came. .

But exclusion is exclusion, and you still have to ask if you need to ask.

"In other words," Mugure confirmed, "you also heard the screams and loud noises after hearing knocks in other rooms, and then left the room and rushed to the scene, right?"

"That's it," Kojima Motoji had recognized Gao Cheng a long time ago, but he didn't have a relationship, and replied normally. "The staff told me not to leave the room before they came, but I always felt something was wrong and opened the door. Look, the two of them are also out..."

"Well, and that piece of paper really says what you said..."

"Yes, it's the shakuhachi..."

"But how could it be the shakuhachi?"

Mumu touched his chin with confusion and glanced at Gao Cheng before remembering to let Kojima Motoji write it out, and hurriedly asked Takagi to take out the pen and paper.

"Can you write it out? It's best to follow the words on that piece of paper."

"Yes," Kojima Motoji happily went to the makeup table next to write and drew, and wrote 108 in the middle of the white paper, "It's the shakuhachi..."

Mumu's eyes widened: "Isn't this one hundred and eight?"

"Yes, the shakuhachi."

"..."

Mumu was speechless and sweating on his forehead, and the accent dialect problem could not be explained for a short time.

Leaving the Kojima Motoji lounge, Mumu couldn't help but ask, "Kojito, according to you, the rest should be taken horizontally to be regarded as a'first grade', right? But whether it is regarded as 801 or 108 It's still a product, what can this explain?"

"The key is that President Kojima found the problem."

"President Kojima? We did find an empty envelope on President Kojima, so what is the special meaning of the paper inside."

"Ask the third person first."

Gao Cheng didn't confuse the big-headed Mumu, and went directly to Lounge C.

Fatty Kojima Iwakichi seemed uncomfortable. He pulled his neckline and wiped his sweat with a towel: "I was the same as those two. After hearing the screams and loud noises, I rushed over, and then saw that uncle fell under the stairs... …"

"Is'First Grade' really written on that piece of paper?" Mumu asked again.

"Yes, it's'Yipin'."

"Well……"

When she left the lounge, Mumu's face became darker.

In this way, there is always a feeling of IQ being crushed. At any rate, he is also a veteran detective with many years of experience. Why can't he understand?

But having said that, for cases that would have taken two or three days or more to resolve, it would be a lot easier to have Gao Cheng intervene.

"And then," Mumu went downstairs with his hands behind his back, staring at Takagi who was smirking beside him, and asked Gao Cheng expectantly, "What do you say about this case?"

"Actually, as long as you know about this game," Gao Cheng was still thinking and replied after hearing the words. "I specifically checked. The three winners are actually not the winners. Their results can only be said to be ordinary. , The staff here also know."

"Huh?" Mumu looked at the staff at the side of the stairs, "what's going on?"

"That's it," the staff member said helplessly, "We originally thought that we were going to choose the first place among the small island players in the country, but when we went to the president for review with the record of the push-up competition, the president had already advanced. We have chosen people, and gave us a list of 58 people..."

"Did you choose before looking at the record?"

"Yes, the same is true when I record the scores of Chinese characters reading and writing. The president seems to be watching the video of all the contestants filling out the answer sheets..."

"What about singing competition?" Mumu became more surprised as he listened, and he had never heard of such a competition.

The staff member smiled bitterly: "He listened carefully to each recording of singing, and he listened to it alone in the examination room."

"That is to say, the winners are all selected by Kojima?"

"Well, we called the acting teacher of the judges, but was kicked out of the review room by the chairman..."

Several staff members complained: "It seems that everything is decided by the president alone. The president has even prepared the numbers and shoes assigned to the players. So the producer became angry and said that he would do it like this. Can't make a show..."

Hearing this, Mumu touched his round chin again, and said strangely: "But on earth did he choose people?"

"Similarity……"

Gao Cheng said: "From the last three people, it can be seen that President Kojima is probably selecting people with specific characteristics. The focus of physical competition is not on the results, but on the size of the players or the size of the feet. To be precise, it should be It's the size of the feet, because the last three people wear shoes of the same size.

"As for the reading and writing of Chinese characters, the focus is also not on grades, but on handwriting or whether it is left-handed... Those 3 people are all left-handed...

"The last singing is probably listening to the voice. The voices of the three people are very similar."

Mumu looked serious: "In other words, is President Kojima looking for people based on the size of his feet, left-handedness, and voice? Then what did the last piece of paper pick?"

"In fact, it is equivalent to an elementary school question," Gao Cheng put up a finger and said, "One of the three answers is different from the other two..."

"Numbers and Chinese characters?!"

Mumu and Beard trembled~www.NovelMTL.com~ Even though they had not found direct clues and evidence, it was just a simple logical reasoning, but they had already found the murderer and the direction of the investigation.

"So the murderer is..."

"At the last minute, these are just speculations."

Gao Cheng looked at Conan, his eyebrows beating.

The blind man touched the elephant, it might not be impossible for him to capsize. He didn't want to be like Hattori, because he was too competitive to make Conan show the limelight.

Originally, he didn't have any interest in fighting for the limelight, but who said he can only draw cards if he solves the case...

"Police Department!" Chiba hurriedly ran over from the examination room, "President Kojima found a pistol in his bag! It's in the examination room!"

"Examination room?"