Zongman: Starting from punching in to get Little Doraemon

“Where, where!”

Hearing Nakano Yotsuba’s exclamation, the remaining three sisters quickly raised their heads and looked at the scene on TV.

The daily sales channel, which originally broadcast advertisements, has now been converted to live broadcast.

The long corridor was already full of reporters and policemen, and Kitahara was standing in front of the camera, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised ~ looking at Takaishi Matsuo.

The handsome face and thoughtful smile look like an idol drama being staged if it weren’t for the live broadcast logo on the corner of the screen.

“Ernai, come out and see-your Kitahara-kun!”

Kazuka Nakano immediately turned her head and shouted into the kitchen.

“What?”

Hearing the sound from outside, Nakano slowly poked his head out of the kitchen and looked at Nakano Kazuka and them with some doubt.

What is the fuss about so much – monk?!

Following their line of sight, the soup spoon in Nakano’s hand fell to the ground with a snap, and her eyes slowly widened, and Sakura’s lips opened slightly in surprise.

“This is – live?”

Nakano Nino saw the live broadcast sign on TV, and his little head instantly understood.

She turned around and turned off the fire in the kitchen, and then quickly walked to the soft sofa in small slippers and sat down, her azure eyes staring curiously at the picture on the TV.

It was also the first time she saw the scene when Kitahara was handling the case.

…………

Rice flower apartment.

“How did it suddenly become a murder scene?”

Concubine Yingli looked at the live broadcast screen that suddenly came in on TV, her expression was slightly stunned, and she said to herself with some doubts.

She remembered that this station seemed to be broadcasting a detective show that Maori Kogoro participated in, right?

Looking at the man on the TV screen, Concubine Yingli said thoughtfully.

Kitahara Shun…

Mao Lilan, who was sitting across the dining table, slowly clenched the chopsticks in his mouth, and his aqua-blue eyes looked at the familiar figure on the TV with complicated eyes.

“Mom, can you watch other shows.” Mao Lilan put down the chopsticks that had been bitten out of the tooth mark and said softly.

“Huh, didn’t you say you wanted to watch Kogoro’s detective show?” Concubine Yingli said a little strangely, “Why do you suddenly want to change the stage?” ”

“…… It’s not suitable for watching this kind of thing when eating. ”

After a moment of silence, Mao Lilan pursed his lips and said.

Concubine Yingli looked at the rice bowl that had been eaten in front of her, and her beautiful eyes subconsciously narrowed.

Immediately, she glanced sideways at the young policeman on the TV and nodded thoughtfully.

“Then it’s better to change to a night drama.”

…………

Inside the Japanese TV station.

“Yes, yes, I don’t know who the murderer Officer Kitahara said?”

Hearing Kitahara’s words, although a trace of panic flashed in Matsuo Takashi’s heart, he still asked with a very calm expression.

“The murderer’s words, you don’t know very well.” Kitahara walked slowly to his side, reached out and patted him lightly on the shoulder, “It’s Suwa Michihiko that you killed yourself, right?” ”

“No kidding!” Takahisi Matsuo turned his head and looked at him angrily, “When Suwa died, I had been recording shows upstairs, and I had an alibi at all. ”

“But I heard Uncle Maori say you went to the toilet during this time, right?”

Kitahara looked at Takaishi Matsuo, who was trying to struggle, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but raise.

“That’s less than four minutes, and it takes at least six minutes to get from upstairs to here!” Takaishi Matsuo retorted loudly.

“Six minutes, you know really well.” Kitahara picked up the deceased’s blood-stained mobile phone and gently pressed the play button on it.

As the phone’s play button is pressed, a phone number also appears on the phone’s screen.

No matter what mobile phone just press the play button, the number of the last conversation will automatically appear.

“This should be your phone number, right?”

Kitahara held out his phone in front of him and asked with interest.

“You’re the one who made the last call to the deceased, right?”

Looking at the familiar number on the mobile phone screen, Matsuo Takaishi’s heart jumped, and his eyes became a little flustered.

Oops, I didn’t expect this at all!

“What kind of evidence is this, is it that I am a prisoner just because of this call record!”

Although he was panicked in his heart, Takaishi Matsuo still chose to continue to be hard-mouthed.

He didn’t believe that this fledgling policeman in front of him could think of his modus operandi!

“You’re really not dead…”

Kitahara shook his head helplessly, and then pressed the broadcast button of his mobile phone.

The next moment, the mobile phone placed in the pocket of Matsuo Takaishi’s shirt rang, making his heartbeat gradually accelerate.

“First you lure the deceased out of the window by telephone, stand at the upstairs window and shoot him in the head, then drop the pistol and fall into the room through the sloping window, and the deceased finally closes the window because of the slide down.”

“If nothing went wrong, there should still be bullet holes left in the streets outside.”

“Am I right, Mr. Matsuo?”

Looking at Takaishi Matsuo, who was already covered in cold sweat, Kitahara turned and walked towards the room, his eyes looking at the bullet holes in the wall.

“But… But those bullet holes in the walls? ”

Maori Kogoro looked at him with some doubt. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

“All prepared in advance, the main thing is to give people a wrong hint.”

Kitahara replied with a chuckle.

“I…”

Takaji Matsuo’s face was pale, his forehead was already covered with nervous sweat, and he seemed to want to say something more.

“Mr. Matsuo, if you give you a gunsmoke reaction, there will definitely be residual gunpowder on your sleeves.”

“So don’t waste any more time, I’m still waiting for work.”

Kitahara sighed and threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground to extinguish it.

“I don’t want to kill him either, if it weren’t for that guy, he would have to replace me as the host-”

Takaishi Matsuo took a deep breath, gritting his teeth with a bitter face, ready to tell the reason why he wanted to kill.

However –

“Well, there is no need to say any reason.”

“Since you have already confessed your guilt, then quickly take it away, it will be almost eight o’clock if it drags on!”

Kitahara interrupted him without hesitation, and then looked at Twilight Thirteen next to him.

“Cough, Brother Kitahara is right!”

After coming back to his senses, Twilight Thirteen coughed lightly, and then instructed his men to take Takaishi Matsuo into the police car.

“It’s really you, Kitahara.”

Miwako Sato came over and reached out and rubbed his head, smiling with relief.

“It’s okay, right.” Kitahara suddenly remembered something, turned his head sideways and whispered to her, “Remember to go to the izakaya with me later.” ”

“I really want to taste the taste of my seniors!”