Nagase?
Could it be Nagase Hoota who faced off against the wolf-masked man in the finale?
Conan raised his eyebrows, feeling that things were a bit coincidental.
At this time, the top general of the Imperial City Wrestling Alliance just finished the game and returned to the players' rest area.
"Hey, Saguma, what happened?"
"Ki...Mr. Kiba..." The wrestler known as Sakuma who was knocking on the door turned around and explained: "It's Nagase. It's obviously his time to come on, but that guy has been staying here. He refused to come out of the lounge.”
"Really, when you get a little bit famous, you start to act like a big name." Kiba muttered, and went directly to open the door of the lounge.
"Well...this is..."
A pungent fishy smell wafted over.
In the room, a picture of Nagase Houta slumped on the ground with his back against the wall, with a pool of blood already covering his chest and body, came into view.
Seeing this, everyone was stunned.
"Naga... Nagase?!"
"Hey, cheer up!" Kiba exclaimed, ran to Nagase Houta, put his hands on the other's shoulders and shook him a few times.
"It's useless. His pulse has stopped beating... He is dead."
Taking advantage of his size, Conan sneaked into the room while taking advantage of the chaos. In one sentence, he directly announced that Nagase Houta's rescue was ineffective.
Kiba was startled and stopped shaking the other person's shoulders.
He turned around and shouted: "Go call the police and an ambulance!"
On the other side, in the ring.
The great god Jingqing wearing a wolf mask is enjoying the applause of the audience.
In the grandstand area, Mouri Kogoro folded his hands on his chest and said proudly: "I really can't tell, that kid is quite impressive when he gets on the ring."
"Yeah yeah..."
Mao Lilan echoed with half-moon eyes.
Who wants his girlfriend to be a fan of his father? Just let him play for a while.
but...
"Conan is so slow. If he doesn't come back, he won't be able to catch up with the last wonderful game."
"Tch, that brat, is he lost?" Before Mouri Kogoro could finish his words, a familiar figure suddenly slipped past them in the aisle in front of them.
Officer Takagi?
Mao Lilan blinked.
"Hey, is that kid Takagi?" A certain tool man showed his senior style.
"Well, that person is indeed wearing a gray suit." Ye Gengyi said.
At this time, on the stage.
News also came that player Nagase Houta had an accident and was unable to appear.
The three people looked at each other.
Mouri Kogoro stood up and said, "Let's go backstage and have a look."
Sure enough, an incident happened.
Ye Gengyi was sorting out the video files on his phone while walking.
Although it's a pity that I couldn't finish recording the last scene, it's a rare reward to go out with Mouri Kogoro and Conan.
Takagi Wataru did not notice the three people following him.
Today, he also bought a ticket to watch the wrestling match, but he didn't expect to encounter a murder case.
"Police? So fast..."
The members of the Imperial City Wrestling Alliance who were standing outside the players' rest area were also stunned.
However, after seeing the work permit produced by Takagi Wataru, he was immediately released.
So efficient...
The two members of the wrestling alliance were very emotional.
As expected, Tokyo City has the highest annual death rate.
It had only been a few minutes since they called the police. In such a short time, four police officers actually came.
...
Murder scene.
That is Nagase Houta's resting room.
Conan and Kiba were watching the images from the hidden camera installed here by the television station.
Noticed the movement outside the door.
They both looked back.
"You brat, you are indeed here!" Mouri Kogoro took the lead and rushed in, throwing a certain detective out.
"Mr. Mao...Mr. Mao Li? And...Mr. Ye." Takagi was confused.
When did these two people appear here?
"Don't worry about me, you are busy with your business." Ye Geng glanced at the body inside and still leaned against the door.
He just came here to touch the event card and was not planning to go in.
"Well...even if you say so."
Seeing that the other party didn't want to meddle in other people's business, Takagi Wataru felt a little ashamed.
This is a murder scene. Is it really appropriate for outsiders like you to keep wandering in?
"Is the deceased Nagase Houta the contestant who will face off against the Wolf-Faced Man in the next match?" He was still hesitating, but Mouri Kogoro over there asked after a simple autopsy.
Kiba did not doubt that he was there and replied: "Yes, when I came back from the game, I found Nagase dead in the lounge, but... Mr. Police, you look familiar."
"Um...Mr. Maori, questioning is the job of the police!" Takagi Wataru hurried over.
"Mouri? That famous detective Mouri Kogoro?" Kiba was startled, then ignored a certain police officer in a gray suit and said: "That's great, Mr. Detective, there happens to be a video here. You must help find it. If you dare to The real murderer in our wrestling league dugout!"
"I...I am the police..." Takagi Wataru said helplessly.
Facts have proved that the compromise of the weak is to give in.
Although Kiba still gave enough respect to a certain police officer in a gray suit, under the protection of the famous detective's halo, Ye Gengyi and others were not driven away from the scene.
"Ouch..."
Outside the door, Conan was covering his head and abdomen.
That stupid uncle, don’t you know that he has just been discharged from the hospital?
If the wound is really open, then he can go directly to the ambulance that will be called for Nagase Shouta later to avoid wasting...
"Brother Gengyi, don't you go watch the video?"
"Which one is doing what?" Ye Gengyi asked.
"Uh..." Conan blinked and gave a fairly pertinent answer: "Crack the case?"
"Didn't the video recorder capture the murderer?" Ye Gengyi asked again.
"It's recorded." Conan said, "But the other person is wearing a mask."
Ye Gengyi looked at the body again.
It can be judged from the amount of bleeding in the chest and abdomen that the murderer's method of committing the murder was very violent and decisive.
More than 50% are vendettas.
"That's right, but judging from the location of the wound, the murderer and the deceased should be about the same size."
"That's right." Conan nodded, "The murderer first stabbed the deceased once in the back, and then when he turned around in pain, he stabbed him again in the abdomen and chest."
"What about the time of death?"
"Probably...hey!"
Conan was about to continue answering when he suddenly came back to his senses, his face full of depression, "Brother Gengyi, since you care so much, go over and see for yourself!"
"I don't want to go." Ye Gengyi said.
"Uh... why?" Conan didn't understand.
"You want to know?"
"Of course..."
"because..."
"Uh-huh."
"There are no more vacancies over there." Ye Geng said.
What?
Conan blinked and turned to look.
As far as the eye can see, there is a camera placed on a small table 90 centimeters high.
Mouri Kogoro, Takagi Wataru, and Kiba, the three men were bent over, sticking their buttocks towards the door.
"It feels... weird, right?" Ye Gengyi asked.
Conan: "..."
Listen to what you say, Emmmm....
