Saturday, January 11, afternoon, location of the location.

After Yucheng finished his makeup, he turned into a pitiful vain. He followed the shooting team into the outdoor scene and took pictures in a borrowed Western-style mansion.

A murder occurred in the black mansion. The deceased was the son-in-law of the deceased owner of the mansion. The cause of death was that his head was severely damaged by external force. The body was lying on the ground, with a black coat on the chair, covered with a gray tablecloth, and a white golf club next to the body, with blood stained on it.

The Nineteen is played by Ryuri Yucheng, the Dead is played by Nobuharu Nagashi, Hahara Kaoru plays the deceased's wife, Nagashi Akira plays the housekeeper, and Ryohiro Fukumi plays the detective.

Fukiki's hand was inserted into his trouser pocket. "The body in front of the fireplace was covered with a gray tablecloth, and the victim's black coat was hung on the chair next to the dining table. The golf club wearing a white condom that fell next to him was a murder weapon. Haha, of course the puzzle was solved."

Next to him, Mei Daizi asked in confusion: "Why did it be unlocked?"

"I don't know." Yuanzi said.

"I don't know either, there is obviously no evidence." Yamazaki said.

"Dad?" Lan asked.

"I don't know." Maori said.

Conan thought to himself that there was no evidence, there was only one suspect, which was black in color, but this reasoning was too far-fetched.

Thinking of this, Conan raised his triangle eye, what kind of script is this?

At this time, facing the urging of Yucheng Liuli and others, Feng Jianlianghui actually asked Maori to answer.

"Me?" Maori was surprised.

Fukimiya asked, "First of all, why did the murderer cover the body with a tablecloth?"

"This, this," Maori said, "Big, probably because the murderer was afraid of looking at the body, so he just covered it up."

"Wrong." Fukumi Ryohiro asked, "So, with a coat hanging on the chair, why do you use a tablecloth?"

"Of course, it's because the tablecloth is relatively large, which can cover the entire body," said Maori, "and the gray tablecloth looks warmer than the black jacket."

"Ah?" Feng Jian Ryohui sneered, "Isn't this the answer you want to say, right?"

"Is there any problem?" Yuanzi asked.

Lan asked, "Why does gray look warmer than black?"

"Don't you think?" Maori was a little surprised.

Feng Mian Ryohui mocked Yucheng Liuli, "Your friend is nothing great either."

Yucheng Liuli said: "Your script is too bad, and even the real detective doesn't know what you are talking about."

"What did you say!" Feng Jianlianghui said angrily.

"Are I wrong about what I said?" said Liuli Yucheng. "Although I was born in a romance drama, I have watched a detective drama. You, a detective drama, have no evidence. You are a detective drama. You are completely judging who the murderer is based on your personal preferences. Do you know what is a shackle? Detective drama? Fantasy drama is still the same."

"You," Feng Jian Lianghui took a breath and suppressed his anger, "Then you come, if you have the ability, you come."

"I can't do it." Yucheng Liuri said, "Kogoro, come and help get it done."

"Me?" Maori pointed at himself, "Screenwriter?"

"I'll do it, I'll do it." Yuanzi excitedly snatched the script from director Shiroyama.

"What does reasoning mean?" Lan asked leaned over.

Yuanzi said: "The reason why the murderer used a gray tablecloth was just because he didn't want to use a black coat, because the murderer liked the color black. Maybe the murderer subconsciously thought that using the color he liked would be suspected at the scene."

"Ah?" Lan asked, "Can this make sense?"

"It can only be considered a possibility." Conan said.

Yuanzi continued to recite: "At the same time, there is a club with a black cover in the golf bag next to the fireplace, which is higher than the clubs of other colors. This proves that the murderer originally wanted to use the black club as a weapon, but it changed it to a white one while pulling out."

"What's the logic?" Meidaizi smiled, "Who can prove that the club was taken by the murderer when he committed the crime."

"Unless you have fingerprints," Lan said.

Yamazaki said: "It's not okay to have fingerprints, you can touch them in advance."

Yuanzi continued to recite: "In addition, the furniture and curtains of this house are all black and main tones. If you take into account the owner's special preferences, the murderer is the hostess wearing a black dress." Then he said unhappily, "I'm speechless. Whoever has died, isn't it all about to arrange it in black and main tones? This reasoning is really far-fetched."

Feng saw Ryohiro's anger and laughed, "Ha, it sounds nice, then you can change it."

"It's actually very simple." Yamazaki and Conan said at the same time, then smiled at each other. It was really simple, and they both thought about it.

"Look, even children know it." Yuanzi smiled.

"Conan, tell me," Lan said.

"Yes, Sister Lan." Conan smiled, "Everyone knows that blood will turn black after a period of color."

"That's it." Yamazaki said, "The murderer attacked the dead from behind with a golf bat like this, and blood would definitely splash on his body."

"Ah, I understand." Meidazi smiled, "and she happened to be wearing black clothes, so she didn't notice it, so this is the best evidence."

"That's great." Yucheng Liuli clapped, "This reasoning deserves its reputation."

"That's right." Hahara and Nagashikaya also clapped.

Conan pretended to be embarrassed and smiled, "This is all learned from Uncle Maori."

"So amazing, I really deserve to be the sleeping Kogoro. The real expert is different." Natsuki Nakura smiled.

"Don't move your body." Feng Jian Lianghui stepped on Nanyun's back with anger.

"ah!"

Nanyun suddenly burst into tears of pain.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hahara immediately pushed Feng away and found Lianghui and helped Nanyun Shanqing up.

"Can I beat him?" Midako asked Yamazaki.

"What do you think?" Yamazaki said helplessly, "No."

"Okay." Meidaizi was a little discouraged.

"Are you okay?" Natsuyuki asked Natsuyuki Nobukuro, then questioned Fukumi Ryohiro, "Are you still going to do it? What do you think we are?"

"Ha, is this okay? Old man," Feng Jian Lianghui said arrogantly, "You all rely on this crew to talk to me in this tone."

"Nonsense," Natsuki said angrily, "If we don't come here, we will go out. But you, without us, what kind of actor partner can you find?"

"Really? I know," Feng Jian Ryohui sneered, "You often have secretly had a secret meeting with a lover who is dozens of years younger than you. Although you can't be sure who it is, I already have some clues. Then you don't want to continue in the entertainment industry."

"What did you say!" Nan Yunxiao grabbed Feng Jian Ryohui's arm angrily, "You made it clear to me."

"Let go." Feng Jian Lianghui pushed Nan Yunxiao away and looked around the audience, "Then, this show doesn't matter." He said, snorted coldly and left.

Director Shiroyama was anxious, "Feng Jian!"

Feng Jian Ryohui said without looking back: "I will sleep in the room until my mood improves. If there is anything, I will wait until I wake up."

"Okay, then you go to bed slowly, and we won't bother you." Director Chengshan breathed a sigh of relief...
Chapter completed!