NOVEL WEB Chapter 123 I...I matured prematurely!
The vehicle drove towards the city and parked downstairs of a high-end apartment half an hour later.
Tang Muqing found a convenience store to buy food. After thinking for a while, he gave up on the cold rice balls and went upstairs with a large bowl of oden and Zhufu Jingguang.
Wearing a heavy woolen coat, a scarf tightly wrapped around him, and gloves on his palms, he looked obviously very afraid of the cold.
Zhu Fu Jingguang glanced at Tang Muqing and stood in the elevator holding his own portion of oden, waiting for the elevator to go up.
Now it seems that Tang Muqing's focus on smart home research may be really because he is afraid that he will accidentally get sick.
Maybe for Tang Muqing, he had to put a camera at home aimed at the bed. Once it scanned that the owner kicked off the quilt, it would heat up on its own.
The elevator door slowly opened, and Tang Muqing walked slowly around the corridor with a bamboo stick in his mouth and walked to a wide open door.
Outside the door were three familiar primary school students squatting at the door, and inside the room there was another familiar primary school student running around, seemingly not surprised by the dead man lying in the living room.
It wasn't that Tang Muqing wanted to curse, but he was really a dead man.
Tang Muqing glanced inside the room, patted Zhu Fu Jingguang's shoulder and pushed him to the corridor window, "You can stay here, corpses can affect your appetite."
Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but be startled, and then looked at Tang Muqing with a confused look.
Corpses affect appetite, which is very reasonable.
But first of all, he was a policeman and an undercover agent. He didn't even remember how many people died in the crosshairs of his sniper scope.
Tang Muqing patted Zhu Fu Jingguang's hand again and walked towards the apartment. The white mist on his glasses gradually dissipated, and a gentle and warm smile appeared on his face again, "Officer Mu Mu, I'm here."
Inside the house, the middle-aged man who was directing the police to survey the scene looked back and barely smiled, "Brother Tang Mu, you are here..."
Tang Muqing glanced at the familiar Death God group in the room, nodded and looked around, "Well, I came over as soon as I got the call..."
Oh, he remembered the woman next to him. He just passed by the city and saw the poster.
It should be... Yoko Okino?
Tang Muqing raised his brows slightly and glanced at Mu Mu Thirteen thoughtfully.
Was this for him to come over and comfort the witnesses?
Doesn't this send him into the flowers?
A primary school student ran around the crime scene, looking at the body and the floor. He even lay on the ground and looked under the sofa. The red tie on his collar attracted attention for no reason.
Tang Muqing watched for a moment, then glanced at Okino Yoko, then at his manager, then at the promiscuous female celebrity who was sitting next to him smoking. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Ah... it's suicide."
I may not remember the details, but the plots of the first few episodes are always impressive.
After all, every time I want to rewatch, I will open the first episode. After watching a few episodes, I will be interrupted by other things.
After the words fell, everyone's eyes shifted to Tang Muqing.
Mumu Thirteen's eyelids twitched, "Suicide?!"
and many more!
He asked Brother Tang Muqing to comfort the bystanders, and use Tang Muqing's beauty and gentleness to confuse the suspects to see if he could find out some secrets, but...
How come you got into solving crimes? !
"Well, room temperature, water stains, ice cubes, and the murder weapon." Tang Muqing sighed slightly, grabbed the chair next to him and sat down, with a trace of regret on his face, "What a sad case. ah."
Oops, I got distracted.
I thought there was a murderer who could come over and give some psychological hints to force the murderer to surrender and give Conan a little less sense of accomplishment, but...
It's a pity that the murderer in this case is dead, and his hypnosis and suggestion seem to be of no use.
Disappointed, greatly disappointed!
The elementary school detective's bright eyes were glazed over for a moment, and he looked blankly at the man sitting on the chair who took off his gloves and rubbed his fingertips carefully, "Huh?"
Is this over?
But with that said, all the clues seem to be connected.
But... what about the reason for suicide? Where is the evidence?
"Yeah." Tang Muqing responded and raised his eyes to look at Mu Mu Shisan, "It seems that there is no place for me to perform, but if you need psychological counseling, you can come to the Metropolitan Police Department tomorrow morning...afternoon."
Mu Mu Thirteen:......
Oh, I understand, the eldest young master has to sleep in in the morning.
"Okay." Mumu Shisan came to his senses and glanced sideways at the police officer who was following him. "Make an appointment to record the confession and finally survey the scene to collect evidence."
Then go home!
Conan opened his mouth, but for a moment he felt that he had nothing to say.
Talk about evidence?
All the clues are connected in series, and enough physical evidence can be found by just searching and searching, and supporting evidence through records. There is no need for him as a detective to take action at all, but...
Conan quietly moved to Tang Muqing's side, raised his head and asked doubtfully, "Brother Tang Mu, why did you know it just by looking at it? You didn't ask for clues at all, right?"
"Call uncle." Tang Muqing glanced at Conan and put on his gloves again. The sleeves of his coat pressed the edges of the gloves to ensure that no wind could leak in. "Intuition."
Conan: ...
Detectives are also intuitive, but they also need to look at clues and evidence, Tang Muqing...
This is purely a wild guess and you guessed it right, right? !
"Why should I call you uncle?" Conan suddenly came to his senses and started to chat about solving the case.
He stretched out his hand to hold Tang Muqing's knees, stood on tiptoes and looked at Tang Muqing who couldn't help but ask, "Sister Xiaolan calls you brother!"
"You're too young." Tang Muqing couldn't help but chuckle, put his palm on Conan's head and rubbed it, smiling with his eyes bent, "If I got married early and had children like Xiaolan's parents, now the children would be like You are the same age, ah no, even two years older than you are now."
He is already twenty-six, and having children earlier can indeed lead to such a big one.
Conan Ban Yue looked at Tang Muqing, "But you didn't."
"Yeah." Tang Muqing smiled and nodded, then squinted at Conan, "But little Conan, you were so excited when you saw the body just now. Your eyes lit up, even brighter than my car lights. Bright."
Conan:! ! !
Conan's eyes widened for a moment, trying to recall his mother's acting skills on the big screen. He smiled silly and touched the back of his head, "I'm just interested in detectives..."
"Oh." Tang Muqing nodded, stretched out a finger and tapped Conan's forehead, smiling softly, with a tolerant and gentle tone, "But your classmates are still scared outside the door, Conan looks like a High school students..."
Conan blinked, "I...I matured prematurely!"
"Ah..." Tang Muqing's eyes curved even further, "Conan seems to often refute what I say, which really makes me sad..."