"Sure enough, no wonder it looks so familiar ..."

Yucheng Liuli went to Maorilan, "You are the children of Kogoro and Iramid, right?"

"Well? Do you know my mother?" Maorilan froze.

"Well, I started to graduate from kindergarten to the middle school, and I have always been my classmates."

When Yucheng Liuli said this, he subconsciously held his chin with one hand and doubted:

"But ... I still can't figure it out until now, how can I be fainted by love by love, and I actually talked about love with the most dangling Konang in the school. Later, the two people stepped in together

The palace of marriage. "

Could it be, this is also a cheeky credit?

Conan listened carefully.

"The two of them have been in love since the middle school?" Maorilan asked.

"Yeah." Yucheng Liuli nodded:

"Usually do things, both calm and logical. As long as you encounter Kobo, your temper will become extremely irritable, so we will all laugh at them next to them, saying where the two are quarreling, they are simply in the quarrel, which is simply in it.

"

It turned out that in addition to cheeky, I usually need to quarrel with my girlfriend ... Conan contemplated, saying that I learned it.

"Liuli ... don't mention it again." A tool man had a big red face.

"I know, after all, the super big wolf that year has now become a famous famous detective ~"

After a teasing another sentence, Yucheng Liuli directly greeted the assistant next to him, opened a few boxes of exquisite packaging desserts, distributed to everyone in the field, and apologized:

"I'm sorry, because I spent some time to buy things, it hurts everyone for a long time ..."

In the sound of ‘not’, ‘it’ s okay ’,‘ Liuli I love you ’.

Feng Jianliang, the male No. 1, looks even more insignificant.

He calmed his face, but he also knew that he could not cause anger, so he had to come to the director ugly, and lowered his voice to urge the way:

"Really, I have been delayed for so long. I asked my dad to invest in you, but I didn’t come to see you eat!"

"Hmm ..."

After the director's expression was stiff, after a few snacks in his hand, he hurriedly greeted all the crew members and came to the villa together.

Makeup artist, the prop by the prop.

soon.

The actors who have changed their performances, come to this, and are arranged into the villa living room at the murder scene.

The corpse pouring in front of the fireplace is covered by the gray tablecloth. On the back of the table next to the table, the victim's black coat is also hung. The weapon is a golf club with a white hardcore cover.

Feng Jianliang Hui recited the lines smoothly.

"... Hum, it seems that the answer has been called out."

"Don't pretend to be as if!"

"Tell us the truth ..."

"Who is the murderer?"

The other three actors, one person set up a line, the focus is to set out the detective IQ.

"Hehehe ..." Feng Jianlianghui sneered: "It should have been explained by me, the ins and outs of the whole case, but ..."

"Well, wait," the director couldn't help but interrupt, "There is no such line in the script."

"Of course I know!"

Yifeng Lianghui obviously did not walk out in the state of self -intoxication. He turned his head to look outside the door, Mao Ryo, who was watching onlookers:

"It's better to let the famous detectives reveal the answer for us!"

"Huh?" A tool person pointed at his nose, "I?"

"What's wrong, Mr. Maori, you come over quickly." Feng Jianliang urged.

"Hmm ... oh."

Maori Kogoro thought this was the spoof bridge of the show. He hesitated and whispered: "Hey, is it improvised?"

"Just follow you ..."

Feng Jianliang did not give the director's chance to stop, and asked directly: "First of all, the murderer, why should I cover this gray tablecloth on the corpse?"

"This, this ..."

Maori Kogoro stretched out his hand and scratched his cheeks, and said uncertainty: "Maybe because the murderer loves the relationship of the deceased, so he can't bear it, let his body lie on the cold floor?"

"But isn't there a jacket on the back of the chair?"

Feng Jianliang's voice became more and more sharp: "Why should the murderer deliberately use the tablecloth?"

"Oh, this question is simple ..."

Maori Kogoro confidently said: "Because of the gray tablecloth, it looks warmer than a black jacket."

"Hehe," Feng Jianliang couldn't help but laugh, "Detective, is this your answer?"

"Really, is the uncle?"

Conan is also a little anxious.

Usually, it is now recording the TV shows of detectives. Once the bad performance of Maori Kogoro is recorded by the camera, it is promoted by this obvious wind.

At that time, it is not a simple program effect to perfunctory the past.

By the way, wouldn't it be aware of what a brother had, right?

Conan looked up.

Ye Geyi was aware of it, looking down at it.

Conan's eyes turned slippery, and his thoughts rose the same thoughts as Shi Shiron Ren Saburo.

Let Ye more go!

As long as Feng Jianliang fell on his face, this clip could not be broadcast normally anyway!

"That ... Actually, a brother, you must guess the intention of the murderer in the play to use the gray tablecloth?" Conan asked tentatively.

It refers to the black jacket that deliberately placed on the back of the chair when setting up the scene, leaning on the golf bag next to the fireplace, which is taller than other clubs.

Black curtains, black carpets, and the black dress in Yucheng Liuli?

Combined with the introduction of Maori Kogoro in the opening, the focus of the emphasis on the term "color", you can also find the answer to solving the puzzle.

Yes, it is not the truth of the murder, but the guessing game that the director and the screenwriter intentionally arranged.

In general, this has nothing to do with the murderer's psychology when the murderer is murder. If you have to be classified forcibly, because the murderer likes black, he is unwilling to use black to cover the deceased.

some.

Thinking, Ye was gently ‘oh’, and in the earnest eyes of a detective, he said:

"Mr. Maori is right. As far as this environment is concerned, gray is indeed warm."

Damn, you who like to wear black clothes!

Conan gritted his teeth, but he dared to vomit in his heart.

"Ahha ~"

Ye Gi yawned, "I go to make cups of coffee."

Go, go, hurry up ... Conan tightly tightened the anesthesia gun, holding back the impulse to stab his face, and the figure of Ye Yezhi disappeared after the corridor, and turned the muzzle directly.

On the neck of the toolman.

Decrypting, still rely on yourself ...

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Chapter completed!