The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 730 Little Witch·Sorrow [4k words chapter] [Total 7k, please vote for me]

When director Kuroishi Yuji saw that Kazama Yoshiki was not following the routine, he suddenly panicked and reminded in a low voice: "Hey Kazama, there is no such thing in the script!"

"What does that matter?"

Kazami Yoshiki continued to snort, looked at Fujino and Mouri, and sneered: "There are two 'real' famous detectives here tonight, of course we should see their reasoning!"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became quiet due to Feng Jian Lianghui's words.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Feng Jian Lianghui is making things difficult for them.

Fujino naturally noticed this, and it should be said that he was not surprised. After all, the look in his eyes just now clearly showed malice towards the two of them.

By deliberately making things difficult for them, Cuncui was also taking revenge on Yucheng Liuli who invited Mouri Kogoro over.

Mystery novels cannot be scrutinized. No one can guess who the murderer is without reading the script.

He's not a real detective, so why don't you name the murderer in this drama?
Haven't read the script?

Who are you to call you a real detective? If you can't even tell this, that's what you're like as a detective.

If you can't deduce it, you will lose the face of the famous detective. If you can deduce it, that's great. You are a famous detective and can do such a small thing as reasoning. Naturally, it's not a problem.

It can be said that no matter what the result is, this guy is bound to win.

"How are you, two famous detectives, did you see anything?"

"Such a simple question surely won't trouble you, right?"

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached a low point, Kazami Yoshiki looked at the two people and asked: "First of all, why did the murderer cover the deceased with a tablecloth?"

Everyone's attention shifted to Mouri Kogoro.

When Mouri Kogoro saw that everyone was paying attention to him, he coughed lightly and felt that he could not get off the stage, so he blurted out: "Maybe it is because the murderer loved the deceased deeply, so he was unwilling to let the body be exposed in broad daylight. !”

"Really?"

Feng Jian Liangrong pointed to the coat behind him: "But why didn't the murderer cover him with a coat, but instead used a gray tablecloth?"

"Well..."

Mouri Kogoro guessed: "Maybe the gray fabric looks warmer than the black coat?"

"Hey, are you serious?"

Feng Jian Liangrong couldn't help but frown. Although the goal was achieved, the detective in front of him was too crotch-stretching, right?

Hui Yuan Ai used his brain and thought for a while.

Being naturally intelligent and beautiful, she immediately figured out the answer.

But think about what Kogoro Mouri said: gray is warmer than black...

Isn't the color black more endothermic than gray in the spectrum?
When subjected to the same thermal radiation, black matter has a relatively strong ability to absorb thermal radiation and its temperature rises quickly, while white matter has a relatively weak ability to absorb thermal radiation and heats up slowly. Therefore, under normal circumstances, black matter absorbs The amount of heat should be greater than that of gray.

As a science dog, she didn't understand.

On the side, Fujino watched Uncle Mouri silently, feeling a little unable to stand it anymore.

Just now, he planned to speak first, but he was overtaken by the Maori brother who couldn't speak directly.

Then I followed someone else's path and fell into a trap.

I can only say that he is worthy of being in the entertainment industry, and his routines are deep.

"It seems that this is what happened to your friend."

Seeing that Mouri Kogoro was being bypassed by him, Kazami Yoshiei sneered and teased Amaki Ruri, and then looked at Fujino: "What about you? This detective shouldn't have the same answer, right?"

"Yes."

Fujino smiled slightly and responded: "I think so too."

"Ha ha……"

Feng Jian Liangrong shook his head slightly. Seeing that he had defeated two famous detectives one after another, he suddenly felt that he was good again. He said with regret: "I originally thought that the famous detectives could see it at a glance, but I didn't expect that they didn't see it at all. I don’t know if our script is too complicated, or if the detective is just that good..."

"Yeah, that's about it for a famous detective."

Fujino chuckled, interrupting Kazami Yoshiei to continue.

Normally, in this situation, there are only two ways to defeat oneself and to prove oneself.

But Fujino...

I don’t intend to play according to the routine!

Fujino sighed lightly: "In the end, the color just depends on personal preference. Brother Maori likes gray, and I also like gray."

"Like Hui...?"

Haiyuan Ai next to him suddenly became confused when he heard Fujino's words.

Immediately he nodded seriously and murmured in a low voice: "I quite like Hui too."

"In the end, this is just a script. The real crime scene is much more complicated than this. Not to mention the black cloth, there are people who were smashed to death by steel frames and pianos. Who knows what the murderer was covering up. Gray cloth?”

Fujino looked at the body lying on the ground wrapped in gray cloth: "Maybe it's because I like gray cloth, and it's just the right size to wrap the body."

"This case actually has nothing to do with a real criminal case. There is no evidence, no autopsy report, nothing. Even if you want to solve the case, there are no clues, let alone a conviction."

As he spoke, Fujino crossed his arms and reasoned: "In this case, the murderer might be worried that he would be suspected if he used his favorite color, so he used a gray tablecloth instead of a black coat. The golf clubs over there There was a club inside with a black cover, and it was a bit higher than the other clubs in the cover. It might have been prepared in advance. Normally, the murderer would pick up the taller one, but he didn't. , but chose white, which means that he is deliberately avoiding his favorite color to avoid suspicion. "

As he said that, Fujino looked at Amegi Ruri: "So, the murderer likes black, wears a black skirt, and even the interior decoration of the house is the widow played by Ms. Amegi."

"Yes."

Yucheng Liuli nodded and was surprised: "That's indeed what the script says!"

"right?"

Fujino chuckled: "This case actually has nothing to do with a criminal case. It's just mental reasoning and reasoning, rather than looking for evidence. Real cases are about evidence and various modus operandi. "The act of deliberately wrapping a tablecloth on the deceased is an unreasonable act in order to solve the case."

After a pause, he continued: "Compared to solving a case, I think this kind of script is more like playing house?"

Bo Yuanxia, ​​who was wearing an orange plush dress next to her, couldn't help but nod in agreement: "Detective Fujino is right. If you think about it this way, our script is indeed like playing house!"

"Well, he is indeed a detective. He hit the nail on the head and even pointed out the shortcomings."

Nan Yunxiao, the old man who plays the butler, couldn't help but agree: "A script like ours is indeed less like a case and more like a mystery game than a real case."

"Yeah yeah!"

On the side, Nagumo Nobuharu, who was lying on the ground playing the role of a corpse, echoed: "He is indeed a real detective. Once he makes the deduction, he is really extraordinary!"

"Where."

Fujino laughed sarcastically and looked at Kazami Yoshiei: "Those of us who are bad detectives are just focusing on solving cases and reasoning to make a living. Such scripts are indeed not as good as you who specialize in acting. Become a ‘detective’, someone who solves crimes brilliantly according to the script.”

"Humph!"

When Feng Jian Liangrong heard this, his face suddenly turned blue and white, and he felt like he was being mocked.

Doesn't this mean that you are not even a detective, and you can only earn a living by pretending to be a detective?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, but he had nowhere to vent his anger. It was hard to offend the two detectives in front of him. One was a friend with Yucheng, and the other was a special consultant of the Metropolitan Police Department, who was currently in the limelight.

Turning around, he glanced at Nagumo Nobuharu, who was lying behind him and was still covering himself with a gray cloth, pretending to be a corpse.

He found that Nagumo Nobuharu was looking at Fujino with eyes full of admiration.

Suddenly feeling a surge of anger, he stretched out his foot and stepped hard on Nanyun Shenqing's back: "Hey, how proud are you of pretending to be a corpse? The corpse actually started to move on its own initiative!"

"Well--!"

Nagumo Nobuharu seemed to have been stepped on badly and let out a dull cry.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Kasumi Hahara who was on the side quickly stepped forward to check the situation: "Are you okay, Nobuharu?"

"Huh, what a couple."

Feng Jian Liangrong snorted coldly: "So after you kicked the screenwriter, this guy was your next target?"

Ha Yuanxia looked at him for a moment, and he sneered: "Oh, I almost forgot, this is still a secret that has not been made public!"

"Hey!"

Nan Yunxiao was told that his health was not good, so he ignored it. Seeing that his son was kicked, he couldn't bear it anymore. He rushed up and grabbed his collar: "You guy, please restrain yourself, please?"

"Smelly old man, how dare you talk to me like this?"

Feng Jian Liangrong sneered: "I know that you have a tryst with a special lover who is very different in age every night."

"What did you say?"

When Nan Yunxiao heard this, his expression suddenly became strange.

"Huh, let me get it right, right?"

Feng Jian Liangrong turned back, glanced at Yucheng Liuli, and said meaningfully: "Although I don't know who it is yet, but now it seems that there are some clues..."

"..."

Yucheng Liuli noticed the sight, and her fair and delicate complexion did not change much. She just looked up at him with a complicated look in her eyes.

However, the eyes of the people present were already attracted by Feng Jian Liangrong.

After all, it’s hard to watch even if something like this happens.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Aren't you afraid that this show won't be scheduled?"

Feng Jian Liangrong snorted coldly, but his attitude was still very arrogant. After saying the next sentence, he turned around and walked out of the set: "I'm in a very bad mood right now. I might feel better after I go back to the room inside and take a nap. You guys go first Shoot the scene without me!”

Everyone looked at Feng Jian Liangrong walking out, and everyone looked strange.

Hui Yuan Ai looked at his back and couldn't help but frown.

Fujino glanced at him, then turned his gaze away and asked Haihara Ai: "Do you hate that guy?"

"Hate doesn't count."

Hui Yuan Ai said calmly: "I just feel that such arrogant and domineering people are a bit annoying."

"Yes, but soon, this guy will shut up."

Fujino chuckled: "After all, people like this usually don't live long, and they might be killed soon."

With that said, he asked Haiyuan Ai: "Do you want to bet on how long this guy can live?"

Hearing this, Hui Yuan Ai didn't think there was anything wrong.

After all, Fujino is usually pretty good at reading people.

It even feels like a prophet.

She touched her chin, thought about it seriously, and said calmly: "I don't think he can survive more than two episodes in the TV series."

"Oh?"

Fujino was surprised when he heard this: "Xiao Ai, you guessed it right, you have the demeanor of a witch."

"Witch?"

Hui Yuan Ai was confused when he heard this.

"Ah."

Fujino nodded slightly: "I happen to know a real witch. It seems like a good idea for you to learn magic from her that day and become a real witch."

"what?"

Haiyuan Ai was confused for a moment and didn't know what Fujino was talking about.

Is a real witch a witch in that sense?

Why do I feel that the witch Fujino talked about is a bit unfair...

But she thought about how she would look in a witch costume.

She feels like a witch or something... she seems pretty cute?

She now...should be a little witch?
Fujino chuckled lightly and said nothing more.

In fact, he was a little surprised.

I didn’t expect that their Xiao Ai’s guess would be so accurate.

It seems that I have understood some of the true meaning of Ke Xue!

He is a great prophet, their Xiao Ai is a witch, Akemi is a soul puppet, and Minaho is a cursed girl.

The weird family belongs to yes.

Xiao Ai is right, this kind of thing usually doesn't survive more than two episodes.

But that's right and wrong.

To be precise, I probably couldn't survive even one episode.

Next to him, Conan heard the two discussing when others would die. Looking at this pair, one big and one small, he couldn't help but reveal his dead eyes.

So, there is something very wrong between you two, right?

How can you directly curse someone's death and make bets on when they will die?

Shouldn't we stab someone tomorrow?

Such behavior as cursing others to death...

All I can say is that it’s not illegal and it’s very ethical.

(End of this chapter)