“Yes.” Yamamura Misao stepped forward, picked up the camera next to him, pressed the button twice to turn off the recording, and smiled broadly.
He acted as if the camera in his hand was some kind of precious treasure.
For Shan Cuncao, the camera itself is not a treasure; what the camera just recorded is the treasure.
That's a live deduction show featuring "Sleeping Kogoro"!
In the past, he could only see news about "Sleeping Kogoro" solving cases again in newspapers and news reports, and he could not see the reasoning process at all.
And the media cannot go to the crime scene to broadcast the reasoning process live.
Right now, the camera in his hand is recording a fairly complete reasoning process.
It even recorded the scene of Kogoro Mouri stepping forward to stop the murderer from committing suicide.
“It’s a pity…” Yamamura Misao pulled out the video and looked at it, then sighed softly, “It didn’t ‘fall asleep’.”
"..." Uncle Mori's face darkened immediately upon hearing Yamamura Misao's words. "What do you mean he didn't 'fall into a deep sleep'? And you say it's a pity?"
Is that how you talk?
"Mr. Mori, and everyone else," Yamamura Misao said, putting the video camera back in his pocket. "I'll be going now."
"Wait, Officer Yamamura." Uncle Mori called out to Yamamura Misao, who was just about to leave.
"What's wrong, Mr. Mori?" Yamamura asked excitedly. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"I'd like to see that video from earlier," Uncle Mori said after a pause, clearly a little overwhelmed by Yamamura's enthusiasm.
“No problem.” Yamamura Misao didn’t think much before taking the camera out of his pocket again and handing it to Uncle Mori.
"Uncle, I want to see it too!" Sonoko raised her hand, showing her interest in the recording.
"Let's watch it together then."
These words struck a chord with Uncle Mori. Besides satisfying his own curiosity, he also wanted everyone to see for themselves.
It would be best to give a compliment after watching it.
With this in mind, Uncle Mori pulled out the video, and after most of the people had gathered around, he pressed the play button:
"You were the one who set up that trap in the bedroom."
"And the time is when you bring the curry rice to the bedroom upstairs."
...
"When you first sent someone to collect the tableware, it was probably about ten minutes after the rope was bitten."
"Have the same person go and collect the tableware again in a little while."
"Because the lights in the room went out at that moment, if the body were discovered then, you, who had been in the living room the whole time, would have a complete alibi."
...
"As expected of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri." Uncle Mouri looked at the serious-looking Kogoro Mouri in the video and thought to himself with pride.
After watching the deduction, Uncle Mori didn't rush to press the pause button, but was still looking forward to the second half of the recording.
He wanted to see the scene of him subduing Hiroto Akashi.
After finishing his deduction, Hiroto Akashi remained silent for a while, during which time Sonoko spared no praise:
"Uncle, I never knew you could be so charming when you're serious!"
"Of course." Uncle Mori had been waiting for someone to praise him like that, and upon hearing it, he straightened his clothes and said.
"And I'm usually very charming."
“I think so too.” Yamamura Misao looked at Uncle Mori with a fan’s filter and said with a face full of admiration.
"It's just that I can't help but walk away when I see a beautiful woman." Guangyou glanced at the smiling Uncle Mori and thought to himself.
Because of this issue, Uncle Mori has repeatedly extinguished the emotions that had just begun to rise in Eri Kisaki's heart.
However, he certainly wouldn't say such things openly.
After a moment of silence, Sonoko's voice rang out, followed by Akashi Hiroto's confession and outpouring of emotions.
Seeing this, everyone lost their joking mood, and their mood became somewhat heavy again.
Then, Hiroto Akashi attempted suicide with a knife, but Kogoro Mouri seized the opportunity and swiftly stopped him.
Through the video recording, everyone's attention was drawn back to the teacup they had just seen.
Due to the camera angle, the moment when Kwang-woo threw the teacup was not captured.
All the onlookers saw was a teacup smashing right into Akashi Hiroto's wrist, and then the knife in his hand falling to the ground.
"Who threw the teacup?" Uncle Mori glanced at Yamamura Misao, then looked away, completely ignoring him.
"..." Yamamura Misao noticed this.
But he was powerless to refute it.
Because it definitely wasn't him who threw it.
Then, Uncle Mori looked at Ran, who was the most likely candidate, and saw her shake her head, indicating that she didn't throw it.
"That's strange." Uncle Mori said, puzzled. He glanced at Kouyu and Conan, whose hand was injured.
"Was the teacup thrown by either Mitsuyuki or Conan?"
Conan shook his head, sensing Uncle Mori's gaze.
"Uncle, I threw that teacup." Guangyou didn't try to hide it. When Uncle Mori mentioned him, he admitted it.
If Uncle Mori hadn't asked, he wouldn't have said anything.
But if asked, he wouldn't deny it.
After all, this isn't something shameful; on the contrary, it's a good thing.
Besides, there are only so many people in the living room; it must have been thrown by one person or another.
"Hmm." Uncle Mori looked at Kōyū and chuckled twice. "That was a good teacup throw. I think Kōyū could be a pitcher in the future. He threw very accurately."
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