"Now my university is shooting a curiosity horror movie, so I need to use this prop."

Seeing that everyone was startled by their works, Takuro Yutian felt a little satisfied, but he was afraid of causing misunderstandings from the police, so he spoke up and explained.

"I told you why I smelled a thinner just now." Kogoro Mouri muttered.

Takagi Shizuki smiled and said, "But it's amazing to be able to make such props."

Officer Otaki took a closer look and said, "It looks like it's true."

"If Xiaoran sees it, she will definitely faint from fear." Kogoro Mouri smiled.

"Actually, it was made using my dad's appearance as a prototype." Takuro Yuda's face looked gloomy.

Kogoro Mori looked at the head on the table that had slashed half an axe into the top of his head, and couldn't help but suck his teeth. This guy was really filial.

"So you should be able to make that too." Hattori Heiji said: "A head similar to Mr. Fuura."

Takuro Yuda, who was a little proud, was stunned.

Conan raised his head and said, "So can you take pictures of being shot by a pistol or something?"

"This part is a bit difficult." Takuro Yuda began to become conservative. "I usually shoot piercing, cutting, and chopping up the films like this."

"Is this watch the same as Mr. Bupu?" Chen Xing asked, looking at the watch on the computer desk.

Yutian Takuro scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed, "Yes, that was the gift Mr. Bupu gave me when I bought stocks and made money."

"I remember that Mr. Muo just now had the same watch," said Officer Otaki.

Kogoro Mori picked up his watch and looked at it, then said, "That's right, but his watch is walking normally."

Takuro Yuda explained: "Because I always wear it on my hands, I'm taking it off for the time being because I want to color it."

"Then please stretch out your hand now and let us investigate the reaction of the smoke." Takagi said.

"Yes, yes, but because of coloring, your hands are very dirty." Takuro Yuda stretched out his hands, and his palms were almost covered with paint.

While checking for the smoke reaction here, the group went to the last room with suspicion.

The resident is a short-haired woman wearing glasses. She must have just taken a shower and was wiping her hair.

"I also got the watch you asked about from Mr. Fuura," said Naoko Itsutsuki. "It was also because he gave me the gift he gave me after making money from stocks. But I only wore it once, and I kept throwing it in the drawer."

"May Ichitsuki, what profession are you engaged in?" Takagi asked.

Although the layout of the room is simple, the bookshelf or cabinet are neatly filled with comics and magazines. In the middle of the room is a workbench, and the things on it are also full of things.

"Don't you know it after reading it?" Naoko Itsutsuki pointed to the things on the table, "Tuning writing station, outlets, utility knife, pen, ink."

She picked up a comic book on the table, "I am a cartoonist. Haven't you heard of the pseudonym of Miyuan Bird?"

"I've heard that I listen to the flowers myself." Chen Xing said casually.

"??" Itsutsuki Naoko's eyes glared. She looked quite handsome, why was she so impolite?

Chen Xing chuckled and looked at her with a slightly deeper look.

Conan couldn't help but look at Chen Xing, and what he said was the one who came out?

But Takagi Shuo reacted very much, "Is it just the beautiful girl detective comic that Chiba likes to read very much?!"

Conan was even more surprised: "Is the person Brother Chen Xing talking about?"

"It's me!" Itsutsuki Naoko put her hips on her hips and was angry.

Hattori Heiji coughed lightly, "So, if it were you, you should be able to easily plan how to kill people in the elevator, and then pretend that the other party was a trick to commit suicide."

After hearing this, Naoko Itsutsuki smiled sarcastically, "If I had such an interesting idea, I would draw it directly into the comics, so I would not waste such ideas to kill that man."

Conan was walking around the Tengshu TV station, and from time to time he went downstairs to take a look.

"Why are there four in the Pure Writer station?" he said curiously.

"The other three are used by assistants." Naoko Itsutsuki said: "They just finished drawing the original manuscript this morning."

"However, when it comes to the comics' room, I think I should have to fill it with books, but there are so few books here, so I only have some comic books." Kogoro Mouri and Officer Otaki looked left and right on the bookshelf.

"It's true, it's already an era. Please don't compare me with those cartoonists in the past." Naoko Itsutsuki skillfully knocked out a cigarette from the cigarette box and held it in her mouth. She took out a lighter and asked to light a cigarette.

"Well, for safety reasons, we want to investigate your hands." Takagi said embarrassedly.

Naoko Itsutsuki spitted a smoke ring at him, "I don't mind investigating it, but unfortunately, as you can see, I just finished taking a shower."

She stretched out her left hand and smiled faintly, "If it were a reaction to gunpowder, it would have disappeared long ago."

...

As he went downstairs, Officer Otaki asked, "Mr. Maori, have you found any clues?"

"No, there is no clue at all." Kogoro Mouri shook his head.

Conan and Hattori Heiji, who were walking behind, both showed deep thoughts on their faces. Obviously, they had clues, or they already knew who the murderer was, but there was something they couldn't figure out.

Chen Xing thought about it and when he walked back to the murder scene in the elevator and talked to Ye and Hattori Heiji, he patted Conan on the back of the head.

Conan thought it was the famous detective who wanted to take him to have fun because of the case, so he subconsciously covered his head and jumped away.

But when he looked back, Chen Xing withdrew his hand slightly awkwardly.

"Suddenly this scared me." Conan glanced at him and walked over, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Do you know who the murderer is?" Chen Xing asked.

Conan nodded, "But he hasn't figured out what method he should use to kill Mr. Fuura."

As he said, he looked at Chen Xing for no reason, just one or two words, but suddenly it was like back when they solved the case together.

He couldn't help but think that maybe he was just feeling awkward, but Chen Xing didn't take his doubts about him at all.

As soon as he thought of this, Conan felt even more guilty.

"I saw it before." Chen Xing looked at the elevator and said.

"Yes, we all saw it." Conan nodded, but was stunned immediately and looked up, "Does you mean 'see' by you?"

"That's right." Chen Xing said calmly: "I felt that another person in the elevator at that time."

Conan's pupils shook, but he did not ask "Who is it?", but after thinking about it, he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Bupu, who was still alive at that time?"

"I didn't feel him." Chen Xing said.
Chapter completed!