The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 382 Douzi’s vest was stolen [Chapter 3k]

"It seems that person may have other intentions."

Fujino lowered his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and handed the letter to Haibara Ai: "The signature is God's Abandoned Phantom Boy. It seems that the other party is still a chuunibyou."

"..."

Haiyuan Ai took the letter and glanced at it. When he saw the signature, his eyes narrowed slightly and he was speechless.

Although Fujino seemed a little arrogant and said it was a chuunibyou.

But from her point of view, this really seemed like a second grade illness.

But there must be something else here.

She looked carefully and didn't think of any other hints.

After coming back to her senses, she looked at Fujino and asked, "The time here is tomorrow. Do you plan to keep the appointment?"

"Yeah, after all, it's 200 million yen, so I always have to go there."

Fujino nodded, somewhat surprised that Haibara Ai didn't see that the secret code in the inviter was Kaitou Kidd.

But think about it, even though he knew that someone was pretending to be Kaitou Kidd.

But I don’t remember exactly how to crack the code.

I just remember that there are some twists and turns, for fear that someone will be able to see it.

But looking at Conan, that little animal detective, and others, it should be easy to see.

"Then be careful."

Haihara Ai looked down at the contents of the letter again.

He raised his head and glanced at Fujino.

She felt that if it were Fujino, he would definitely go.

Even if she tried to stop him, she couldn't stop him.

"Well, actually it's not necessarily dangerous..."

Fujino nodded, and then suddenly asked: "By the way, do you have anything you want to bring with you? I can buy it back when I go to the bank to cash the check later."

Haiyuan Ai shook his head. There was nothing he wanted to bring back. Then, Fujino went out directly and went to the bank to exchange all 200 million.

He knew what these checks actually were, they were given by the gourmet detective.

The guy will probably die tomorrow. If the guy dies, the check will probably be useless.

After all, he still remembered that the guy was still in debt because he bought the Twilight Pavilion.

"But speaking of debt..."

Fujino was walking on the street, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly thought of something: "If you are insolvent, you can definitely buy that villa with capital... I just don't know if that guy has any relatives. If he has no relatives, I guess you can get that villa at a very low price.”

But thinking of this, Fujino frowned.

Even if it was a purchase, it would be inappropriate to purchase it in his capacity.

After all, there is no way to fully explain such a large source of funds.

If your home is confiscated by the tax bureau then it will be over.

I have to change my identity...

But it’s not easy to change your identity.

After thinking about it, Fujino suddenly thought of something, then opened the system interface, looked at the purple card, and whispered: "If you use a virtual identity card, it won't be a problem at all..."

After thinking about it in his mind, Fujino felt that it was feasible. Then he thought about it more deeply and decided on the plan temporarily.

After deciding on the plan, after thinking about it for a while, Fujino took out his mobile phone and dialed the number marked in the address book as "The Phantom Thief Who Peeped in the Girls' Locker Room".

Yes, this is the phone number of Kaitou Kidd, that guy Kuroba Kaito.

This kid had taken the initiative to call him before, hoping to give him a moral condemnation and to cheer him up.

Then the phone number was saved by him.

I just don’t know if it’s a private phone call. If it is, it can be found out through special methods.

However, Fujino didn't bother to check. Anyway, he knew that the opponent was Kuroba Kaito. If he couldn't do it, he could just squat in front of Ekoda School and it would be fine.

And since he dared to use it, he must have done some special encryption.

Fujino thought for a while, then dialed the phone.

After a brief beep, the call was connected, and a young man's voice came from the other end: "Fujino, why are you calling me?"

"It's nothing, I just want to chat with you about home affairs."

Fujino's tone sounded like an old leader caring about poor households. As he walked, he seemed to really want to talk about daily life: "I saw on TV that your kid stole a lot of good things again? How have you been recently? The weather is getting cold. There are Not wearing a cotton-padded jacket? If you need anything, give me your address and I’ll buy some rice and flour and go over to give you warmth. I promise not to take a stitch from my fellow villagers.”

Kuroba Kaito: "..."

You guy, are you really here to chat?

You are a detective and I am a wanted phantom thief.

We are not suitable for each other...

But hearing your tone, why does it feel a bit strange?
I'm afraid that if I hadn't reported my address, you would have flown over and arrested me directly, right?
Damn, I was so good at counting cards that my beads fell on my face while I was on the phone!

"Okay, I'll send you the warmth some other time. Let's talk about business first."

Fujino took back the topic and continued: "I received an invitation here. It says God's Forsaken·Phantom Boy. It should be your boy's vest, right? KID or something, it's quite hidden."

"Of course I know about that, I didn't send it!"

Kuroba Kaito's tone of voice was raised a few levels, and he seemed a little angry: "What God's Abandoned Son of Phantom, PHANTOM, the whole character next to it hints at the little goat in the New Testament of the Bible, what do you mean? KID, it’s too abstract art, isn’t it? What the hell is so secondary?”

"I think it suits your temperament quite well."

Fujino nodded silently and said with a chuckle: "This kind of abstract art, the whole point of secondary school work, etc., is indeed very similar to your style." Black Fish Kaito: "&*%#￥@@"

Douzi felt very sad when his vest was stolen.

Now it’s even more uncomfortable to be told that abstract art is a secondary school job.

Inexplicably, I got a blame on my back.

He was also ridiculed.

"So where did you hear about this?"

Fujino raised the corners of his lips slightly and said seductively: "I only found out after I received the email."

"I happened to see..."

Kuroba Kaito relaxed his guard, and as soon as he said it, he quickly changed his words: "I am KID, I just happened to see a detective's letter!"

With that said, he changed the topic: "So, you also received it?"

"Oh……"

Fujino nodded: "I received it too. The other party gave me a check for 200 million. I just came back from the bank after exchanging money."

Kuroba Kaito was speechless for a while: "You move faster than me, a big thief."

"so what?"

Fujino said seriously: "Are you going to go over and see what's going on?"

"Of course I'm going."

Kuroba Kaito's tone was also more serious: "I want to see what they are going to do with my Kaitou KID's name. If they dare to do something to tarnish my reputation..."

His head was hammered off!

"Then how are you going to go?"

Fujino said playfully: "Are you going to pretend to be someone this time? I guess there are all detectives here, so it will be difficult for you to pretend."

"Don't worry about this!"

Kuroba Kaito said meaningfully: "Anyway, I will definitely make you feel unexpected when the time comes!"

"Then I'll hang up. See you tomorrow."

Fujino hung up the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

The one who saw it must be Detective White Horse, right?
After all, Blackfish Kaito and Hakuba Tan are in the same class.

If you see it during contact, it is actually normal.

No matter, who knows how to see it.

He should also prepare to go there tomorrow.

…………

The next morning, in front of the Mori Detective Agency.

"Brother Fujino, are you ready?"

Mouri Kogoro was wearing an old suit, sitting in a white car, and asked Fujino.

"Well, there's nothing to prepare for."

Fujino nodded and looked at his bag: "I have a wooden sword and some other things with me."

Mouri Kogoro was a little confused: "Why are you bringing a wooden sword?"

"Of course it's for self-defense. After all, who wouldn't worry about their own safety when invited by an unknown person?"

Fujino said, then smiled: "But I still have to trouble you this time, Brother Maori, my car broke down after returning from my trip yesterday, so I have to give you a ride."

"Nothing, just on your way!"

Mouri Kogoro smiled heartily, lowered his head and thought for a while: "But what you said, Brother Fujino, makes sense. If there is danger, it is really not worth it for 200 million... But everyone has sent the check, so it doesn't matter." There’s a way.”

Fujino couldn't help but ask: "Brother Maori, have you changed the check into money?"

"Not yet."

Mouri Kogoro shook his head: "It's a check anyway, I plan to exchange it when I get back."

"Forehead……"

Fujino was silent for a moment, feeling that Brother Maori's work was in vain this time.

"But why haven't those two people come down yet?"

Mouri Kogoro glanced back: "Forget it Xiaolan, why is that kid so slow?"

As he said that, he yelled upstairs: "Hey, you two, hurry up! Otherwise it will be completely dark when we go to Tottori County later!"

"OK OK!"

At this time, Xiaolan came out of the detective office with Conan: "After all, it is a banquet, so you always have to prepare, and that skirt is not easy to take care of."

Xiaolan wore a pink short-sleeved loose top, khaki cropped pants underneath, and carried a green bag in her arms, which should contain the skirt she mentioned and Conan's clothes.

Conan, on the other hand, was wearing a light blue sweatshirt and dark green shorts on his lower body. He didn't bring anything else except a set of external equipment.

"It's really troublesome..."

Mouri Kogoro sighed: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let you follow me. According to Brother Fujino's analysis, it seems to be quite dangerous over there."

"Danger?"

Xiaolan was stunned, "Isn't it just a dinner? There shouldn't be any danger, right?"

Conan, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes slightly and secretly looked at his watch and then at his football shoes.

(End of this chapter)