Author: Report Mr. Krabs

"Haha, this Mouri Kogoro is quite good at talking. He looks very sanctimonious. Especially because you detectives like to solve cases the most."

Matsuo Takashi sneered disdainfully in his heart.

Next it was his turn to interact with Kogoro, and the script happened to be a relatively sensitive topic.

"Mr. Mori, as a famous detective, you should be good at eavesdropping and tracking like other detectives, right?"

Matsuo Takashi had a smile on his face, but a malicious look flashed in his eyes.

Hearing Matsuo Takashi's question, everyone who had read the script couldn't help but feel a thump in their hearts, so much so that Rena Minami subconsciously glanced at Matsuo Takashi, and Okino Yoko's expression changed drastically, and she looked a little nervously.

With Mouri Kogoro.

Because according to the script, Matsuo Takashi should ask "Some detectives like eavesdropping and following, what does Kogoro think of this?" instead of being as aggressive as he is now, and the question is even more trap-like, so no matter how Kogoro answers

It is very likely to ruin the audience's relationship.

"Haha, the host asked a good question. As a famous detective, you have to dabble in astronomy, geography, and heresy. Especially regarding eavesdropping and tracking, I can't say that I am a master, but I can be regarded as quite knowledgeable. Because only if you know yourself and the enemy,

Only then can I win every battle. After all, I don’t want my conversation with my client to be overheard by my peers.”

Kogoro's generous admission and humorous tone made the audience burst into laughter.

"Then I will take this opportunity to teach you some anti-eavesdropping and anti-tracking methods. I don't hope that you will have to use them, but you should be able to use them at critical moments."

At present, the Internet in this world is still in the development stage, and large-scale computers have not yet become popular. Therefore, most ordinary people still rely on television and newspapers to obtain information. However, these two information dissemination channels rarely popularize anti-eavesdropping and anti-tracking methods.

Knowledge, so what Kogoro said made the audience, both at the scene and in front of the TV, very curious.

"Director, the statistics department just reported that the ratings have increased again."

Producer Suwa Michihiko called the director excitedly.

"Shut up, I don't have time, I'm busy."

Seeing the director hanging up the phone unceremoniously, Suwa Michihiko was not angry, but hummed happily. Looking at the picture played on the TV in front of him, he sneered: "It was indeed the right thing to invite a famous detective this time.

But Matsuo, did you do it on purpose or unintentionally? Haha, forget it, you should be laid off when this show is over anyway."

His eyes fell on Reina Mizuna: "After all, the audience still prefers young and beautiful beauties to a middle-aged old man."

"... If a radio makes noise like this, it means there is probably a bug around you... Use tinfoil or chewing gum to cover the horn of the bug, and the other party will not be able to hear any sound..."

"As for anti-tracking, it is simpler. Whether you are driving or walking, you can try to turn right at every intersection. As long as you turn right three times and the same vehicle or person is following you, you are definitely being followed.

Then you can call the police."

Kogoro's explanation caused bursts of applause from the audience.

"The popularization of Maori detectives just now is an eye-opener for us. But I have a question. Eavesdropping devices can be installed indoors or on landlines. So if I use a mobile phone outdoors, it should not be eavesdropped, right?"

With that said, Matsuo Takashi took out a flip phone from his arms and put it on the table.

"Haha, Host Matsuo, you are too naive. Mobile phones are also phones. As long as they can transmit signals, there is a risk of being eavesdropped."

Kogoro took the mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers seemingly casually: "Hey, Xiaojing, I'm Maori... Yes, I have nothing to do today. I'll go to your store... My wife? Don't worry, we have already

We are separated, she can't control me now, haha..."

As he said that, he hung up the phone and his expression suddenly became serious again, just like changing his face in a Sichuan opera. The audience was stunned for a moment.

"I hereby solemnly warn those married men not to use mobile phones to talk about dangerous topics like this. It is best to use public phones. This will ensure that your wife will not find out to the greatest extent!"

All viewers: "..."

"This old pervert is hopeless."

Fei Yingli, who was also waiting in front of the TV, shook her head helplessly.

"Dad must be joking. He doesn't usually act like this. It must be for the effect of the show. Mom, please don't take it to heart."

Xiaolan stammered in defense.

"But who is this Xiao Jing? I only know that there is Xiaohong, Xiaohua and Xiaomei. I have never heard this old guy mention Xiao Jing. Haha, I didn't expect that I would be able to hide one. I have to get this one when I go back.

You can't find this little vixen."

Fei Yingli ignored Xiaolan at all, holding her smooth chin and muttering.

However, these light words made the surrounding Sonoko, Ozaki Midori, Ozaki Tsui, and other staff members all shiver, feeling that the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees.

"Thank you to the famous Maori detective for popularizing science. Let us give him applause again... Audiences, please don't go away. It will be more exciting after the commercial!"

"Okay, commercial break."

The director took a long breath, then rushed onto the stage and said angrily to Matsuo Takashi: "What happened to you just now?"

Matsuo Takashi held his stomach and said with a smile: "Maybe I didn't eat well this morning, and my stomach has been feeling uncomfortable. I'm sorry, director, and Detective Mori, for causing trouble to you."

Mouri Kogoro returned the mobile phone to Matsuo Takashi and said with a playful smile: "Stomach discomfort? This is not a trivial matter, maybe appendicitis. If not, find someone to replace you. Don't exhaust your body from work. Then

But it’s not worth it.”

Matsuo Takashi's face changed slightly when he heard this. He took the phone and sneered: "Don't worry, Detective Mori, this is just a small scene for me. No matter what, I will definitely host this show."

As he spoke, he turned to the staff member who was applying make-up and said, "Where is the Suwa producer? I didn't answer my call to him. Where is he now?"

The staff member thought for a while: "He should be in the mixing room. This is his old habit. He is there every time the program is played, so it is quiet and no one disturbs."

"Really?" Matsuo Takashi smiled inexplicably, "He said he wanted to talk to me about something, so I can go find him after the show is over."

The commercial will end soon.

"Thank you viewers for continuing to watch this program. Next we will play a 4-minute video that tells a case. I hope everyone will use their brains and observe carefully. Maybe you also have the potential to become a famous detective. So please watch

Screen……"

Saying that, Mizuno Reina waved his hand, and the TV screen cut to the video.

At this moment, Matsuo Takashi stood up holding his stomach: "Director, I can't do it anymore, I have to go to the bathroom quickly."

"Matsuo, you..." The director was so angry that he didn't even bother to scold him, "Go and come back quickly. If you come back before the end of the film, you don't have to come back!"

"Sorry, don't worry, it will be soon..."

Matsuo Takashi clutched his stomach and left quickly.
Chapter completed!