Chapter 72 The second dump truck enters the palace

"Fujino-kun?"

"Officer Sato?"

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

"How will you be here?"

Sato Miwako was the first to come to Fujino.

"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 that's it."

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

How come this guy, like Kudo Shinichi, always encounters cases wherever he goes!

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

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

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

Scattered next to his body were a pistol and a mobile phone.

The upper part of the mobile phone was stained red.

After investigation by the Forensic Division police, 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 top, with warheads embedded in the wall.

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

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

After interviews and investigations of people around him, the time of death of the victim can be basically determined, which was probably between 8:15 and 8:55 when the program was recorded.

…………

Fujino stood at the side of the crime scene, staring gloomily at the body lying on the ground not far away.

There is no discomfort, nor any feeling of sadness...

Purely, just looking at a cold dead body.

Unconsciously, he also became numb.

Thinking of this, Fujino shook his head to get rid of the unrealistic thoughts from his mind.

There are more than a thousand episodes of Conan 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 Sato Miwako: "I already know the murderer's method of killing Mr. Suwa!"

"So fast?"

Hearing the sound, Miwako Sato turned to look at Fujino, and couldn't help but be 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 moment... was too deep.

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

As he spoke, Fujino also pointed to the right side of his forehead, "Generally speaking, if it is shot from the front, then the bullet holes should form a parallel line on 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 was killed head-on, but shot 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. He shot directly."

"But, Mr. Suwa, why did he lean out of the window to create a chance for the murderer to kill him..."

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

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

"That's right."

Fujino nodded towards Sato Miwako and pointed his finger at Matsuo Takashi: "The murderer is none other than Matsuo Takashi as the host."

"He first made those bullet holes in this room, and then during a commercial break in the studio, he ran to the room on the corresponding floor on 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, portable mobile phones like Big Brother can remember the last number dialed..."

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

At the same time, the police found smoke reaction on the roof of the room opposite this one on the seventh floor, and also found the fatal warhead downstairs.

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

In this way, the case came to an end.

late at night.

Snowflakes were falling slightly, the road was dyed white, and some wheel marks were meandering along 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 hitting the helmet's windshield, Fujino couldn't help but sigh.

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 beginning, this dump truck has been following him, even following him, and has turned several corners.

"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 in the rearview mirror again, the dump truck behind me was still following closely.

"Are you coming 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 enabled: the host body is 200% enhanced]

"Buzz!"

System enhancement has just started.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from behind.

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 70 to 80 kilometers per hour.