The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 66 Conan: This is unreasonable!
"Hahaha! Brother Fujino, you have made a great contribution this time!"

After Megure Thirteen finished handling the case, he looked at Fujino next to him and couldn't help but walked forward and patted him on the shoulder.

As he expected, there were no small cases among the cases that Brother Fujino reported to the police!
Murder!
He was still worried about this in the afternoon.

Brother Fujino called me that night to solve the problem.

By the way, more than ten kilograms of drugs were also collected!
"What about the Memu Police Department? There should be a bounty or reward this time, right?"

Fujino didn't pay much attention to Megure Thirteen's praise.

Instead, he asked about the reward money for this case.

It doesn't matter whether you praise or report something, the most important thing is the small money.

He thought that although this time it was not as outrageous as the last time he dealt with the transnational group of robbers.

It's not as much as 50 last time. This time it has to be at least 20, right?

Even if it's one or two hundred thousand, that's enough.

"This is..."

At the end of the day, I was speechless.

The last time I helped solve a bank robbery case, the Metropolitan Police Department happened to be overwhelmed by this incident, so the bounty only came down so quickly after approval from the top management.

But this time...

In the end, he could only say: "Brother Fujino, I will apply for your contribution."

Hearing this, Fujino's facial expression changed slightly.

But in a flash, he still chuckled: "That's good."

Although he doesn't often receive rewards, he knows it.

Rewards for assisting the police in solving crimes must undergo strict review.

When it comes to Neon, everyone has to review it for a day or two.

"Don't forget! It's the body we found!"

"That's right! Brother Fujino just subdued the criminal!"

"Even if Brother Fujino solved the case, we should have credit for it!"

At this time, the barking team on the side was not happy and started to defend themselves.

It is the nature of children to seek praise and recognition.

As soon as I heard that the Megure Thirteen only praised Fujino but not them, my heart suddenly became unbalanced.

"Ugh……"

When Mu Mu Shisan heard the words and looked towards those little ghost heads, he couldn't help but sighed leisurely.

Why do these kids like to take credit so much?
If it weren't for brother Fujino today, I guess all of you would have been beaten into 'dead rats', right?
But that can't be said. If they hadn't screamed, Fujino wouldn't have been attracted to him.

After thinking for a moment, he knelt down and touched the head of Ayumi, who seemed to be quite well-behaved, "Of course, you guys deserve a lot of credit!"

"That's it!"

"Our Boys' Detective Team..."

Several children were so happy and proud when they heard this.

"Meguru Police Department, what should the prisoner do?"

At this time, a police officer in uniform ran over from not far away, and asked Mu Mu Shisan what to do with the criminal: "Should we send him to the hospital first, or take him back to the police station first, and wait for him?" Interrogation after waking up?"

After all, the highest officer here is Mumu Shisan.

Anything that needs to be approved by Mu Mushisan.

"I think we can just take him back to the police station."

After dealing with the scene, Miwako Sato came over and said: "Fujino-kun's kendo level is superb. Although he passed out from the beating, he was not injured at all... Just take it back and pour a bucket of water."

Miwako Sato is still very confident in Fujino's swordsmanship.

Don't ask her why she can just take it back and pour a bucket of water on it.

Because that's what the Italian robber was like last time.

Hearing this, Mu Mu Shisan nodded, waved his hand and said, "If that's the case, then take him back to the police station for interrogation!"

Seeing this scene, Conan frowned on the side.

Recalling the horrific scene just now, the clothes on his back couldn't bear to be wet with cold sweat.

People are beaten like that and nothing happens?
How about cheating?

I'm already frothing at the mouth. You tell me it's okay?
This is not science!
Of course, this is just what's in Conan's little head.

If these words were heard by Fujino.

Fujino lifted Conan up and down, then kicked his ass hard with a forty-yard boot, and threw him directly from the third floor.

Let's just say, kick someone with a flowerpot.

Is it possible to learn how to use a electromagnetic gun from a certain flower pot with all the electric light?
"Fujino... Gege, do you know how to use a sword? Where did you learn it?"

"Where did you learn it?"

Fujino turned his head and looked at Conan, "Have you ever heard of the Konoha Kendokan? That's where I learned swordsmanship from Suwa Yuji."

Of course he can't say that he learned it from the system.

When I think back to the masters of kendo I knew, I can only think of Suwa Yuuji.

"Fujino-kun, are you Suwa Yuuji, the teacher who taught you kendo?"

At this time, a surprised sound came from the side.

Fujino turned around and saw Sato Miwako looking at him with a surprised expression.

Good guy, doesn’t she know Suwa Yuuji?
Fujino frowned: "Officer Sato, do you know him?"

"No."

Sato Miwako shook her head and continued: "I just heard someone mention it. I heard that he just rose to the eighth degree of kendo a few days ago. If Fujino-kun is your kendo teacher, it would be no wonder."

'It's no wonder that you can beat people like that and still achieve no injuries. '

Sato Miwako complained in her heart.

"I did hear that he wanted to be promoted, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

Fujino scratched the back of his head, but his mind was filled with thoughts.

Is that guy promoted to [-]th Dan?

Although Yuji Suwa told him that he was going to take the kendo promotion exam.

But I didn't expect that guy to be promoted so quickly.

The eighth stage of kendo is already in the ranks of neon kendo masters.

Going up further, it has to be the honorary rank of nine and ten. As long as the 46-year-old doesn't get filmed by a elementary school student of death, the possibility of being promoted to that honor rank is still very high.

This is also a thigh.

Fujino couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It seems like I have to pay a visit to the kendo gym called 'Konoha' someday.

But the name Konoha always feels weird...

There won't be a mystery called Millennium Kill in the genre of their kendo gym, right?

…………

It was already late at night when I returned home from taking notes at the police station.

When I got home, I parked the Ford Taurus in the underground garage.

Fujino opened the bedroom door and threw himself on the bed.

"Zhuo, there's actually a traffic jam."

Turning over from the bed, he muttered to himself again: "I'm not driving a Mazda either... how can I still be stuck in traffic... It seems that I will have to get a motorcycle one day, and I happen to have a motorcycle driver's license."

In the early 90s, neon traffic jams were quite common.

There are no traffic restrictions and no odd or even numbers. Whether it is a dump truck or a large truck, it can be used in urban areas.

Of course it was terribly blocked.

Motorcycles, in this case, are necessary.

You can even run to the crosswalk in an emergency...

It cannot be said that it is immoral, it can only be said that a certain big black guy did it like this.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the detective career mission: Library Murder Case]

[The system rewards 50 yen, and [-] reputations have been distributed]

[Currently, the remaining reputation of the host detective level is: [-] points of detective reputation]

[The current host balance is: 160 million yen]

At this time, the system's beep suddenly came from Fujino's ears while he was lying on the bed.

Hearing the sound, sitting up from the bed and looking at the balance of the system, Fujino was rarely relieved.

After being in this world for so many days, a small amount of money can still make him feel a little sense of security.

(End of this chapter)