The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 78 Peripheral members of the organization?
Pause the screen.

Zoom in, zoom in again.

Then, he saw that the driver of the dump truck seemed to tear something off the front windshield and held it in his hand before hitting it.

The screen rewinds, and then rewinds...

In the distant picture, what was just pulled down from the windshield by the man was nothing but a pink Hallo Kitty pendant!

But why would a single man hang a Hallo Katie pendant in a dump truck?
Is it because the girl's heart is bursting?

It shouldn’t be possible………

If it’s a girl…………

Thinking of this, Fujino's eyes suddenly froze.

Yes, girl.

If the previous file records are correct, Miyamoto Nisaburo should have a daughter.

Although the medical records show that he died two years ago.

But medical records can also be tampered with.

"If it's as I guess..."

As he spoke, Fujino's brows gradually furrowed and he stared at the wall in front of him, "That matter is far more complicated than imagined."

…………

As the night darkened, Fujino parked the Ford Taurus near the [-]-chome of Mihuacho.

After walking along the path and turning a few times, we came to a two-story house.

The roofs of the private houses are painted with red paint, and the courtyard walls are made of bricks and stones, about two meters high. The gates are hollow doors made of black iron pipes welded, so you can easily see the situation inside the courtyard.

Fujino glanced at the nameplate on the door stack at the door of the private house, and confirmed that this was Miyamoto's house.

[Strength 100% enhancement has been activated, remaining time: 59 seconds]

With the unenlarged wooden sword wrapped around his wrist, and with the blessing of the power-enhancing card, Fujino easily climbed over the two-meter-high brick wall.

He jumped down from the high wall, paused slightly when he landed, and stabilized his body.

After confirming that the door was locked, Fujino looked at the opened window of the room on the second floor.

Glancing at the remaining time of the strengthening effect, he took a deep breath, grabbed the protrusion on the wall of the house, skillfully climbed to the second floor, and sneaked into the room.

Different from the normal room of a single man living alone, the room on the second floor he entered was a relatively clean small room.

From the overall layout point of view, it should be a girl's room.

The room was exceptionally clean, apparently someone cleaned it frequently.

After searching the room, I found that there were several pieces of clothing in the wardrobe that were trendy a few years ago, and even a few pieces of obscene clothing.

Close the wardrobe.

Fujino found a pink code book in the drawer in front of the desk.

After cracking the code book gently, he flipped through a few pages and found that it was a diary.

After reading the whole thing, I learned from the diary: The owner of this diary is Minako Miyamoto, about 19 years old, and a graduate student.

The date of the last record in the diary was a year and a half ago, and the writing in it was hastily taken away.

It probably means that I can no longer write a diary here in the future.

"According to the medical records, Minako Miyamoto should have died two years ago."

Fujino looked at the diary in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

After putting away the diary, he continued to search in the room.

Unfortunately, after some searching, I did not find any useful clues.

I just found [-] yen in change and a few photos.

The little girl in one of the photos is only eight or nine years old, and Miyamoto Ersaburo looks much younger. Next to them, there is a woman with a virtuous temperament.

What is presented is a happy family appearance, which is obviously a family portrait.

That woman should be Mrs. Miyamoto who died ten years ago.

hum!
At this time, the roar of the engine came from outside the house.

Fujino frowned at the sound.

Immediately, he put the assassin robe on his body, put on the Batman mask, and hid in the closet on the second floor.

Outside the door, three men in black wearing black suits, black hats, and black sunglasses stepped out of the black car.

After arriving in front of Miyamoto's house, they pried open the door, put on shoe covers, and walked straight into the house carrying a black briefcase and several gasoline cans.

"I heard that the mess to be cleaned up this time is also a peripheral member."

"There is no one who can make the organization achieve this level of peripheral members."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get out of here......"

As he said that, one of the men sneered: "Maybe one day, we will end up like this."

The three of them were chatting without noticing a figure flashing past them.

"Someone from the winery?"

Looking at the three men in front of him, Fujino was full of thoughts, and couldn't help frowning.

To be honest, it's like this unique look.

Apart from the winery, he really couldn't think of any other organization that could dress up like this.

But to be on the safe side, let's take a look first.

What if it's not a winery, but a small animal organization?

On the other side, the two people who had just entered the room first groped around.

After confirming that no one was there, one of them turned the gasoline barrel that had just been brought in across and poured gasoline around the house.

The other person went to the kitchen to open the main natural gas valve in the kitchen. With the sound of blowing gas, the liquefied gas began to spread around the room.

The man in black who was staying in the living room was standing in the living room with a briefcase in his hand, as if he was tinkering with something.

Fujino frowned as he stared at the briefcase that the man was carrying.

He knew that briefcase, it was a bomb.

The appearance was the same as the one he saw on the Shinkansen last time, and it should be the same style.

"mission completed."

After setting up the bomb in the living room, the man in black stretched out first, and then wanted to sit on the sofa and rest for a while.

He wasn't afraid to leave any traces.

After all, it won't be long before this place will be wiped out.

"Uh..."

Suddenly, the man in black, who had just wanted to sit on the sofa, felt a pain in his waist, as if he had been bitten by something.

But before he lowered his head to check, his vision darkened and he passed out.

Then, a black...white figure suddenly appeared and dragged it into a dark corner of the living room.

In the corner, Fujino, wearing an assassin's robe, kept groping the man's body.

Just when he took the wallet away and was about to continue groping, he touched something hard.

"You actually have a gun?"

Fujino took the pistol out of the man's pocket with a strange expression.

It was an M37 revolver, and the wheel inside was loaded with six bullets.

It is the most common pistol used by Japanese police.

Maybe this guy 'robbed' it from the police, Fujino couldn't help thinking.

Immediately, he recovered the batarang, and by the way, he put the revolver he had just captured into his carry-on space.

Even though it's just an m37.

But to be honest, in two lifetimes, this was the first time Fujino had touched a real pistol.

(End of this chapter)