In a room, the police officers looked at each other in the room, with a headache about the case.

When Mizumatsu and Mikako Sato walked into the room, all the police officers stared at Mizumatsu, and their eyes were filled with: "What should we do, boss?"

He gently patted his hands to attract attention. In fact, this action was unnecessary because everyone's attention was already on him.

Mizumatsu asked, "Review, what should I do at this time?"

The officers looked at each other and replied in unison: "Predictory and speculation?"

"Very good." Mizumatsu asked with a smile: "Where is the biggest suspect?"

"Takashi Matsuo!"

"Okay! Now let's plan a technique for Mr. Matsuo! First add known information." Mizumatsu found a piece of white paper and a pen, and lay on the table to draw a simple cross-sectional view. From the studio on the ninth floor where Matsuo was located to the office on the fourth floor when the deceased died, marking the rooms and stairs on each floor on the paper, so that everyone can try to find a route that can be reached within four minutes...

Due to the complex structure of the TV station, the shortest known route currently requires a large bend, which is an S-shaped route in the section view.

"No..." Chiba stretched out her hair and drew a straight line between the studio and the office with a dark face, saying, "I only know the shortest connection."

Another police officer, Hideki Kawasaki, touched a cold sweat that did not exist, and said with a dry smile: "It's unlikely, but if you talk about a straight line..." Hideki Kawasaki picked up the pencil, drew from the studio on the ninth floor to a warehouse at the end of the ninth floor, and then drew straight down to the office on the fourth floor. He said with a little regret: "It would be great if there was a secret passage here that went straight to the upper and lower."

Police Officer Kenichi Nakamura suddenly had an idea. He extended the line on the ninth floor to the window, then drew it to the window on the fourth floor and turned it back, saying, "You can use a rope to lower it quickly, right?"

Qianye stretched out and curled his lips: "What about coming up? It's been more than four minutes since I got on, right? Do you think he is the police department?"

Sato Mikako is a little confused. What does it have to do with her?

The moon in the water hits (turns), breaks (moves), and discusses (notes), and says (power): "No, don't forget that the body is lying on the window. How can you get out if you walk through the window?"

I casually draw the half-open window, the corpse that fell on the window and the ballistics from top to bottom.

Coincidentally, the ballistics happened to be connected to the line drawn by Kenichi Nakamura, as if he had painted the head of a corpse from the ninth floor in one breath.

Seeing this scene, everyone present had a thunder and lightning strike in their minds, and they took a deep breath of cold air.

Mizumatsu smiled: "Everyone knows where to find clues, right?"

"Warehouse!" said in unison.

In the corridor, a group of reporters surrounded Matsuo Takashi with long spears and short cannons, and asked him a series of questions.

"Mr. Matsuo! While you were hosting the show, producer Suwa was killed in another room! How are you feeling now?" asked a female reporter.

"Can you say something to the murderer?" This is a male reporter.

"Is this caused by your show's disgust caused by the repulsion of crimes using comedy techniques?" The reporter almost poked the microphone into Takashi Matsuo's mouth.

"I heard that Mr. Matsuo is going to be replaced? Could it be that your supporter holds a grudge..." It was still the same female reporter, but she was almost like asking directly, "Are you the murderer?"

"Enough!" Matsuo Takashi shouted, then lowered his head sadly, his eyes filled with tears, and said, "I used to plan this way, but later Mr. Suwa still hoped that I would host the host... sobbing... so that he would ask me to that room tonight..." Then he shouted loudly: "I solemnly swore here that I will inherit Mr. Suwa's will and continue to hold the hosting stick! And I will use this program to deal with this incident and pursue the murderer with all my might!"

The female reporter cooperated with great eyesight and said: "This is a war letter to the murderer, it's so dangerous!"

"It's okay, I'm not afraid!" Matsuo Takashi waved his hand with great momentum, "If you don't like this show, you'll come to me! I will never escape! Until the murderer... until the demon who killed Mr. Suwa is caught!"

At this moment, Matsuo Takashi, who had just finished reading the handsome lines, suddenly felt a huge force coming from behind, and his whole body was pressed to the ground.

"Huh? Can the camera be turned off temporarily?" A nice female voice rang behind Takashi Matsuo.

"Sorry, this is a live broadcast..." I don't know which cameraman it was.
Chapter completed!