"Excuse me, Mr. Mutsu, what do you do for a living?"

After entering the room, Tang Ze asked while looking around.

"I work for the company and am responsible for the maintenance and repair of the building."

Mutsu Takeo said, "For example, maintenance of intercoms, mailboxes, or air conditioning equipment."

"That means you can also maintain elevators or security facilities, right?" As soon as Hattori Heiji and Conan entered the room, they went to the coffee table and looked at the remote control on it.

"Ah, that's right..." Mutsu Tsuneo was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and looked at the two of them and said, "Who are you? You're not criminals, are you?"

"Don't mind them."

Tang Ze looked at Mutsu Ken'o and smiled, "The deceased had your number saved in his phone. What's the relationship between you two?"

"This... is the stock..." Mutsu Isao said hesitantly.

"I'm talking to you, are you hating him so much because you lost money on stocks?" Kogoro Mouri looked suspicious.

"I do hate him to the core, but I didn't kill anyone!" Mutsu Takeo said excitedly.

"Then please stretch out your hand." Detective Otaki looked at Mutsu Takeo and said.

"You're not going to arrest me just for this, are you?" Mutsu Takeo said with a look of panic on his face, holding his wrists, after hearing what Detective Otaki said.

"No, it's just that after someone fires a gun, there will be gunshot residue on their sleeves and hands. We just want to check the gun smoke reaction."

Tang Ze smiled and said, "Since you said you are not a criminal, Mr. Mutsu, then you are probably not afraid of being inspected, right?"

"Of course!"

When Mutsu Takeo heard what Karasawa said, he immediately let down his guard and cooperated with the forensic personnel who came with Takagi to extract the substance from his sleeve.

After dealing with the first suspect, everyone went to the room of the second suspect, Takuro Yoda.

As soon as he entered the room, Maori Kogoro asked Yoda Takuro again whether he also believed what Mr. Fubuura said.

"I did once listen to Mr. Bu Pu's strong recommendations on stocks and lost a lot of money."

After hearing Maori Kogoro's question, the bespectacled Yoda Takuro smiled and said, "But I don't hate him. After all, this kind of thing is a matter of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten.

Ultimately, it was because I couldn’t interpret the stock market trends and was greedy for money.”

When Takuro Yoda mentioned Mr. Fubuura, his face was full of frankness, and he seemed to really not care about losing money because of Mr. Fubuura.

Of course, it is not ruled out that Takuro Yuda's family is rich and doesn't care, or that as a college student he has limited funds. Although the amount of loss is a bit painful for him as a college student, it is nothing to his family.

"The room smells like thinner and paint."

At this moment, Tang Ze suddenly looked at Yu Tian Takuro and said, "Are you painting?"

"It's not about painting, it's about adding color to people's heads."

Takuro Yuda smiled and led everyone to the living room, and immediately everyone saw a terrifying human head with an axe on its head lying on the coffee table.

Under the head is a cloth covered with paint, and it looks like the person has been painting here for a long time.

"What are you going to do with this curious head?"

Seeing this psychologically uncomfortable bloody human head, Kogoro Mouri showed obvious resistance on his face.

"It's a bizarre horror film that our university is currently filming."

Seeing the different expressions on everyone's faces, Yoda Takuro smiled and explained, "And this prop is going to be used in the movie."

"But it's really amazing." Gao Mu looked at the head on the coffee table and exclaimed: "It's amazing that such a realistic prop can be made."

"Yes, when I first came in and took a quick look at it, it seemed like it was real." Detective Otaki nodded in agreement.

"The two girls might faint from fright when they see this." Tang Ze looked at Conan and the others and said, "It's better not to let them in."

"Yeah." Conan nodded in agreement, then turned and walked out the door, giving instructions to Xiaolan and the others.

"Haha, thank you for the compliment."

After hearing everyone's conversation, Yuda Takuro was delighted and looked at the head on the coffee table with his hands on his hips. "Actually, I made this head based on my father's appearance."

Hearing what Yuda Takuro said, Tang Ze's mouth twitched unconsciously, and there was an inexplicable complexity on his face when he looked at the other party.

Takuro Ueda's behavior is truly that of a "filial son". I wonder if his father would be proud if he knew that his son used his face as a scary prop in a horror movie, or if he would be so "filial" that he would kill his own son for the sake of justice.

"But you're so deft with your hands, I'm sure you can make that, right?" Looking at the head on the coffee table, Hattori Heiji said with a playful expression, "A head similar to Mr. Fubu's."

"ah…"

Faced with the sudden questioning from Hattori Heiji, Takuro Yoda looked a little flustered and didn't know how to answer his question.

"So brother, can you take a picture of being shot by a pistol "bang bang"? " Conan asked curiously.

"That part is a little difficult."

Yuda Takuro said with a forced expression, “We basically shoot horror movies involving piercing, cutting, and chopping.

The main reason is that gunshot wounds cannot create a sense of atmosphere in horror movies. On the contrary, cut wounds are more effective and easier to shoot.

After all, shooting is dynamic, while cutting only requires static."

Takuro Yuda's explanation was well-founded, and everyone nodded in agreement after listening to it.

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