Ghost Detectives in the Detective World

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"If you want me to do it, then I'll do whatever it is."

Yue Shui raised her head again, revealing a confident smile.

"Anything can be done?"

Matsuda was about to make a few jokes when he suddenly felt a powerful murderous intent coming from behind him. He quickly straightened his expression and said...

"I just want you to be yourself."

“Matsuda is right, don’t worry too much about what others think,” Sato chuckled. “Just do what you think is right.”

After checking the mascot costume, Shinichi Kudo was about to come over when his body suddenly swayed.

He raised his hand to touch his forehead and realized that it was already covered in sweat.

Seeing Koshimizu heading towards Megure, Kudo's strong will made him hold back, wanting to go over first and expose the truth.

He had only taken two steps when someone grabbed him and stopped him.

Kudo turned his head and saw Matsuda.

"Such an opportunity to shine should be given to the girls,"

Matsuda laughed.

"Otherwise, they might write some long essays online and make you lose your mind."

"What short essay?"

Shinichi Kudo paused for a moment, then was dragged downstairs by Matsuda.

"You bastard, how can you be so biased...?"

Kudo said angrily,

"I finally managed to transform back into Shinichi Kudo, and then I just happened to run into a case!"

For someone like him who loves to show off, the most frustrating thing is having an opportunity right in front of him but not being able to take the chance.

Chapter 283 The Lab Rats Must Be Self-Aware

Look at yourself now!

Matsuda shoved Shinichi Kudo into the police car and said irritably,

"What if you suddenly turn into a child during the reasoning process? How would you explain that to the mass media?"

Shinichi Kudo glanced at the rearview mirror in the front seat and saw that his reflection was pale and covered in sweat.

It certainly looks like things are not going well.

"Just sit comfortably in the car, I'll take you back to the doctor's place now!"

As Matsuda spoke, he started the police car and tossed his phone into the back seat.

"Oh, and don't forget to call Haibara."

"Why? Why would I contact her for no reason?" Kudo asked, puzzled.

"As a lab rat, you must have the self-awareness of a lab rat!"

Matsuda replied, "If you still want Ai to develop an antidote, you should quickly tell her about your current physical condition. Maybe this record will be useful."

Kudo was somewhat resentful of Matsuda's use of the term "guinea pig,"

But the antidote was related to his future happiness, so he didn't dare to delay any longer.

Despite feeling unwell, I dialed the number for Matsuda Apartments.

......

Oba Satoru, Tatsumi Sakurako, and the three employees who said goodbye to the deceased were all brought to the crime scene.

"Haven't we already investigated? What exactly are you trying to do?"

Oba questioned him in a very firm manner.

"If you want to examine the gunpowder reaction, so be it. Doesn't that prove my innocence?"

"Sorry, it's just some routine work."

While Takagi put on a smiling face, he used both hands to push Oba's back, half-pushing him towards him.

"Everyone's here."

Megure coughed lightly and walked to Koshimizu's side.

"Yue Shui, let's begin."

Over here, Oba twisted his body but still couldn't shake off Takagi's entanglement.

He quickly turned to Tatsumi Sakurako for help.

"Hey, can you say something for me?"

“I can vouch for him.”

Miss Sakurako began to defend her lover.

"We've always been together, you don't think I'm lying, do you?"

Koshimizu looked at Oba Satoru and sneered, then slowly said,

“Although you did not lie, it does not eliminate the suspicion of Mr. Oba.”

"You mean I murdered my father with him?"

Upon hearing Koshimizu's words, Miss Sakurako became agitated.

"Sato, where's Matsuda?"

Seeing this, Inspector Megure quickly whispered to Sato beside him, "..."

"Yue Shui is still too young; I always feel he's not very reliable..."

“Since Matsuda trusts Koshimizu, then she must be fine,” Sato replied softly.

Seeing this, Inspector Megure had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue listening.

"Oh, poor woman,"

Koshimizu didn't directly refute her. Instead, she sighed, reached out and pulled Sakura to the elevator, then hugged Sakura tightly around the waist.

"Such a cruel truth, if possible, I really don't want to tell you."

"That devilish man, it was during the kiss..."

Koshimizu held Sakurako's slender waist with one hand and pressed the elevator button with the other.

"You cruelly murdered your father, President Tatsumi."

"That's it, you close your eyes, and then you cover your ears with your hands."

Koshimizu touched Sakura's earlobe with her left hand.

"If I'm not mistaken, he fired the gun right when the party started with the cannons going off, and he used a silencer to minimize the chances of being discovered."

“Your idea is interesting, rookie officer.”

Ooba Satoru laughed.

"I admire your imagination, but why would the president, who supposedly went home because he wasn't feeling well, be in the elevator? Did he know I was going to kill him? Is that why he stayed there waiting?"

Having just heard Koshimizu's reasoning, Megure felt somewhat relieved.

Faced with Oba's questioning, he became anxious.

"Hehe, President Tatsumi didn't take the elevator back because he was waiting for you..."

Koshimizu put Sakura down from her arms and said slowly.

"You're talking nonsense! Why would the president be waiting for me here? Are you kidding me?" Oba Satoru immediately retorted.

“This is no joke,” Koshimizu explained. “You must have said something like encouraging the president to wear the mascot costume to scare the employees. So the president isn’t just waiting for you here, but also for the costume you’re wearing. Am I right?”

"That's why the clothes on the body of the deceased President Tatsumi were so disheveled."

"Then, officer, please tell me."

Oba laughed smugly.

"If I really fired the gun, why is there no gunpowder residue on my body?"

"That's because you used a plastic bag hidden inside your costume."

Yue Shui walked to the costume, fumbled around for a while, and pulled out a transparent plastic bag containing rubber band gloves.

"Put on gloves, then put on a plastic bag and secure it with a rubber band. This way, not only will there be no gunpowder reaction, but the shell casings won't fly off to other places."

"After you kill the president, immediately give him the prepared necklace. Since Miss Sakura just had a kiss, she will definitely go to the bathroom to touch up her lipstick, which will give you enough time to dispose of the gun and these things."

Yue Shui shook the plastic bag in her hand.

“I absolutely will not allow something that can only exist in darkness to tarnish Miss Sakura’s reputation. Once your left hand’s fingerprints are found on it, you will have no way to deny it.”

"Fingerprints?" Oba smiled smugly. "Of course there would be fingerprints on it. Not just me, but my subordinates also have fingerprints on it, because we all touched this plastic bag."

"What?" Megure and the others were immediately surprised.

"Don't you think so?" Oba turned around and asked the three employees.

"Because one of the doll's eyes couldn't close, we opened it up to check it."

One of the employees answered,

"We found the bag at the time, but the manager said it might be a spare part that we brought with us, so we put it back."

"Did you hear that? Our fingerprints are all over this bag."

Oba smiled victoriously.

"That costume has been in the dressing room the whole time, accessible to anyone! Inspector Megure, you'd better investigate whether someone is framing me!"

"And to say you fired a gun while kissing in the elevator hallway? That's absolutely outrageous! Even if you want to frame me, you should at least provide some solid evidence, officer!"

Oba's smug smile made all the Metropolitan Police Department detectives present clench their fists.