When Tang Ze reviewed the method of killing in the secret room, everyone's eyes still focused on Mr. Dejima, a freelance writer.

"That's what happened."

Takagi looked at Tarumi and Anabuki with complex expressions and comforted: "I understand the feelings of the two, but now the facts are in front of us.

There is no one else except Mr. Dejima who has the possibility of committing a crime. "

Sato Mikako looked at Dejima with a panicked face after hearing the words of Officer Takagi and said, "I'm afraid you entered Mr. Morokuchi's room under the pretext of "the last confirmed schedule for the interview this morning".

Due to the rush of the draft yesterday, Mr. Moriko, who was originally used to drinking coffee, is probably already drinking coffee.

And you add cyanide to the coffee he wants to drink to poison Mr. Mukou, and then use the method that Tang Ze criminal said before to complete the murder in the secret room.

Well, is there anything else to refute? "

After a few words, Dejima's face turned pale, and everyone could see his panicked look visible to the naked eye.

But just when everyone thought that the other party was about to confess, they didn't expect that Dejima's expression changed, and a calm smile appeared on his face: "I think you should mean that the tape will be distorted?

But I should have told the police officers before that my video tapes are not in good condition. It can be said that there are as many twisted tapes as I want here.

And when it was rolled back, if it made such a harsh sound, it would be impossible for no one in the whole room to hear it. "

Saying that, Dejima took out the tape recorder and pressed the button, and then the harsh tape rotation sounded, reaching everyone's ears.

Dejima pressed the pause button, looked at Tang Ze and the three and defended: "If I didn't use the tape recorder to rewind the tape, but hurriedly turned the tape back by hand, the range of distortion should have expanded.

You can investigate, but I can guarantee I don't have that tape on me. "

"No, it's a pencil."

At this moment, Kogoro Mori, who was enlightened, showed a smile of "everything is under control": "Your mechanical pencil ran out of refill last night, did Mr. Zhuguchi borrow your old-fashioned pencil?

All you need to do is insert that pencil into the hole in the cassette and rewind the tape back.

In this way, you can recycle the tape recorder in a short time without using the tape recorder at all, and you don't have to worry about hurting the tapes extending out of the tape recycling. "

Speaking of this Maori Kogoro with a smug look on his face: "I used to do this kind of thing a lot when I was a kid. When I was going to rewind the long tape drawn out of the prank, I just had to roll the tape on my thigh with a pencil and I could rewind the tape. "

"And, just now, Sato Miwako said he wanted to investigate your tapes, but he didn't mean to see if your tapes were distorted."

Tang Ze looked at Dejima with a dazed face and smiled and said, "Didn't the forensics department say it just now?

The base of the deceased's **** was stained with blood, but for some reason it was wiped off.

So, there is definitely blood on the tape in your hand.

If you deny that, how about taking all the tapes from the room?

Although there is not much blood, my nose is still very sensitive, and I should be able to easily find the tape stained with Mr. Moroguchi's blood as a secret room technique. "

These words made it difficult for Dejima to remain calm, and Ha's proud face turned into deep despair.

"Mr. Dejima..." Anabuki looked at the desperate look of the man in front of him, a little unbelievable.

"You... Could it be because of that incident in the autumn field..." Tatsumi seemed to think of something and hesitated.

"It really isn't that simple."

Dejima laughed at himself, and then said something completely irrelevant: "Akiba once said that being in charge of Mr. Zhukou's work is like walking a tightrope."

"Ah? Walking a tightrope?" Kogoro Mauri said in confusion, "Why do you say this all of a sudden?"

"Qiuchang was originally a very simple and meticulous person, but since he became the editor-in-charge of Mr. Zhukou, he has always been bandaged. Do you know why?"

Dejima said that his face became extremely ugly and disgusting: "Because he only tried according to what Mr. Zhuguchi said.

The killing methods that Mr. Zhukou came up with, Qiuchang will try it out with his own body to see if he can really do it.

Of course, in order not to let himself really die, he would naturally be very careful. "

"Hey!!"

On the other hand, Taishui, who heard Dejima's words, seemed to realize something and couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that Qiuchang died in the secret room because..."

"Ah, that's right, that's what you think..." Dejima looked sad and angry: "I found a notebook when I was sorting out his belongings at Qiuchang's desk.

On the notebook, it was written that the suicide method in the secret room was almost exactly the same as that of Qiuchang's death! "

"Then why didn't you talk to the criminal at that time?" After hearing Dejima's words, Sato Mikazu couldn't help asking aloud.

"It's useless, even if I call the police and ask Mr. Zhukou to be questioned, he will only say that this is Qiuchang's presumption, and everything is his own will." Dejima sneered.

"But, that incident was just an accident." Anabuki looked at his friend in disbelief: "Why..."

"It's not like this." Dejima closed his eyes helplessly: "Mr. Zhuguchi once said when he was interviewed by others.

——“At this age, I finally understood the mood of the murderer recently. As a reasoning writer, there is nothing that makes me happier than this.”

It is precisely because of this that I am even more convinced that Qiuchang was killed by him!

What Mr. Zhukou wanted to use Qiuchang was not the murder technique he had personally tested, but to use his life to satisfy his own exploration of the murderer's psychology. "

"So you used the same technique, tit-for-tat?" Kogoro Mori looked at Dejima solemnly: "But what you did was wrong."

"Ah... I know..." Dejima smiled bitterly: "But when I looked at that demon, I couldn't help but feel the anger in my heart..."

People whose minds are devoured by anger cannot care so much. It is precisely because they have no reason that they will do things they know they should not do.

After that, Dejima was taken into a police car as a matter of course.

Naturally, there are also people related to the cases of the Maori father and daughter, after all, they still have to go through multiple cases.

When the confession was finished, everything was done, the sky had already turned dark, and everyone walked out of the Metropolitan Police Hall together.

"It's true, Dad, as soon as he finished writing the transcript, he ran away." Xiaolan held her arms in her arms and said angrily, "I went to drink and drink with those friends."

"Don't be angry, let's go out to dinner together."

Tang Ze said this and approached Xiaolan in a low voice: "Aren't you curious about the two of them?"

"Ah, criminal Tang Ze also found out."

Xiao Lan heard the excitement that the "melon-eating girl" found the organization, and immediately put her father's affairs behind her: "At the time of the crime scene, it was a little out of time, and Tang Ze's criminal case, you will soon be I saw through the murderer, so I didn't dare to ask."

"Of course, it's impossible to see something so obvious." Tang Ze laughed.

"So, did Criminal Takagi propose to Criminal Sato!?" Xiaolan asked with her excited voice lowered.

"No, Sato Miwako had this ring in her hand this morning." Tang Ze replied, "Takagi is also struggling with this matter."

"Haha...I didn't expect Tang Zemin to gossip like this..." Conan on the side laughed very speechlessly, but because Xiaolan was also very interested, in order to avoid being "criticized", he could only slander.

"Then it's time for a "decisive battle" today." Xiaolan said with a serious expression when she heard Tang Ze's words.

"Well, it's not too bad." Tang Ze smiled and said, "So do you want to go to dinner with us?"

"of course!"

Xiaolan agreed without hesitation.

"What are you whispering over there?" Sato Mikazu asked curiously, looking at the two who were whispering.

"Ah, nothing!" Xiaolan smiled guilty: "I'm just talking about some interesting things about the garden."

"Oh, so that's the case." Sato Mikazu didn't doubt after hearing the words. After all, Yuanzi was Tang Ze's sister-in-law, and Xiaolan was Yuanzi's good best friend, so it was normal to talk about each other.

But how could she have thought that the melon they ate had already eaten on her body,

A group of five people went to eat, because it was already evening, so drinking was inevitable.

The skewers of the izakaya were quickly served in the private room, and after a few glasses of beer, Takagi's courage came up.

It is not right to say that, it is up, but not fully up.

In fact, it's not difficult to understand. When people face their own feelings, they always take up a larger proportion of "cowardice".

Of course, this could not be concealed from the three Tang Ze who were sitting across from them. Xiaolan also used her eyes to secretly encourage Takagi, who had a "hesitating to speak" expression.

But unfortunately, Takagi on the opposite side did not receive the signal at all, and he stopped talking several times before shrinking back.

After several repetitions, Xiaolan couldn't help kicking Takagi under the table, and secretly cheered Sato Mikazu while he was drinking, but this guy was even more panicked when Xiaolan found out about it.

Seeing that it was almost time to leave after eating, Takagi still had a hesitant expression on his face, and the three people who were eating melons were all numb.

stare...

The three pairs of eyes stared at Takagi so tightly that he felt uncomfortable, but he was able to understand the meaning conveyed by the three eyes.

On the other hand, Sato Mikazu didn't notice much, poured the last glass of wine into the glass and said, "Let's go home after drinking this glass?"

In the end, because of these words, even Tang Ze couldn't help kicking Takagi.

"That...that..."

He also seemed to think that such entanglement was not the way to escape. Takagi-ya bit his heart and looked at Sato Miwako and said, "I-I have something I want to ask you... Sato-san..."

"Well? What's the matter?" Sato Miwako asked curiously, "Let's talk."

"That...I remember...I remember Sato-san, you don't like shiny things! Why are you wearing a ring on your hand now!?"

Taking the attitude of giving up, Takagi summoned the courage to ask.

"Ah~" Sato Miwako smiled, showing the ring on her hand, "Are you talking about this evil spirit?"

"Huh? Exorcism!?" Xiaolan and Takagi showed the same surprised expressions and said in unison.

'True or false...' Conan now complains: 'Sato's criminal nerve is a bit too big...'

"That...what's going on?" Xiaolan couldn't help but asked aloud.

"Silver ring with emeralds."

Sato Miwako looked at the ring on her hand and smiled: "Yumi told me that as long as you put this on the ring finger of your left hand, dirty things won't get close, and you can keep bad bugs away, which is like killing two birds with one stone.

I saw that Yumi was wearing it, so I also wore it by the way.

After all, not only have I been cursed, but I also hate bugs.”

"call..."

After hearing Sato Miwako's explanation, Takagi subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, while Xiaolan felt helpless about Sato Miwako's cognition: "I feel that the "bad bug" that Miss Yumi said should not be the kind of bug you think La..."

"If that's the case... Sato-san...!!"

But after listening to Sato Mikazu's explanation, Takagi blushed and stammered: "Please, please put on the ring I gave you!! The ring finger on the left hand!"

'I always feel that the guy has already expected this scene, he just wants to watch the fun...'

Looking at Takagi's "straight ball" in front of him, Tang Ze and Conan looked at each other and felt that they had seen the intention of a certain initiator to watch the fun.

Yumi: Although he was not present, he was the king of assists!

But it has to be said that this "scheme" has achieved her purpose to some extent.

Xiaolan on the side was even more excited, looking even more excited than the two parties involved, with a sense of satisfaction of "knocked down".

"Well... ok..."

Sato Mikako nodded and saw that Takagi's expression was still flat, but that kind of heroic face was flushed red, and it was unclear whether it was due to the effect of alcohol or shyness.

Seeing that Takagi's right hand had penetrated into the inner pocket of the suit, and feeling the sour smell of dog food starting to emanate from the dining table, Tang Ze hurriedly got up and prepared to leave.

"I'm going to checkout~lightnovelpub.net~ ah, we should go back too, we have class tomorrow!",

Although Xiao Lan on the side was reluctant to give up the pleasure of "kicking the CP", but in order not to do bad things, she smiled brightly at the two of them, pulled Conan and quickly followed behind Tang Ze, leaving only the two men and women behind him who were slightly embarrassed bid farewell.

"Then...that...let's go after drinking this cup?" To hide the embarrassment in his heart, Takagi hurriedly raised his glass.

"Hmm..." Sato Mikazu has long since lost the sassy she used to be, and raised her glass to touch it.

After a glass of wine, Takagi took out the ring: "That, that...this...for you..."

"Yep..."

Miwako Sato's response at the moment is as light as a mosquito: "Thank you...I like it..."

The bustle outside the restaurant seems noisy, but the inside of the house is quiet like another world.