The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 792 The Real Iron Plate of Ugly Neon Society
In Japanese society, there are several things that cannot be touched.

They are all the same tycoons, the same aristocrats, the same officials, and then there is the American daddy.

It’s just that ordinary people will never encounter it in their lifetime.

If something unfortunate happens, then some things will become troublesome.

Fujino noticed this, and Sato naturally noticed it as well.

Miss Shrew was still quite reckless. She asked directly, "Mr. Kataoka, do you know that man?"

"..."

Kataoka just held the cigarette in his mouth, glanced into Sato's eyes, and remained silent.

"I know what you're worried about."

Fujino felt that the atmosphere was a bit bad. "We are just making routine inquiries. We have to find out who the other party is. Otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with. After all, this is the procedure."

Kataoka thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Do you have any evidence that the car killed someone?"

"us……"

"The matter is still undecided."

Fujino stopped Sato and said in a deep voice, "We don't know yet whether it was that car that hit us. We are just investigating. After all, it is a suspect vehicle. We came to ask you in order to clarify this matter. We hope you can cooperate with us."

What Kataoka Hana meant was: I don’t want to be the one who confesses and then become the key witness for conviction, for fear of retaliation.

Of course, it is also possible that he wanted to tip off others and gain leverage to please his master.

And what Fujino said probably meant: We already know that he was the one who hit the person, but it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, we are just checking the vehicles, it has nothing to do with you.

"I understand."

Kataoka took a deep breath and whispered, "The owner of that car is a regular customer of our store. It's Mr. Utada's car."

"Utada..."

When Fujino heard this last name, he recalled a sentence from his previous life.

Is this your first time visiting the Louvre as well?

It was just a moment of recollection. He collected his thoughts and asked Kataoka curiously, "Who is this Mr. Utada?"

If you were an ordinary person, there would be no need to be so scared and you could just say it directly.

Kataoka didn't dare to say anything, it only showed that the other party had a strong background.

He wanted to know how hard this background was.

Kataoka took a deep puff of his cigarette, looked into Fujino's eyes, and said in a serious voice, "He is the son of Foreign Minister Utada."

'Trouble. '

Fujino quickly formed the nature of the incident in his mind.

He had already thought about who the person behind this might be.

Now it seems that his imagination is not big enough.

This is the real iron wall of the ugly neon society!
And it’s the kind of iron plate that even novels today dare not write about.

Neon has its own national conditions. If Neon were in ancient times, its Minister of Foreign Affairs would be equivalent to the ancient Minister of Rites, and in modern times he is responsible for diplomatic activities...it's just that this Minister of Foreign Affairs has more power, making him the second-in-command of Neon.

There is even a joke among the people that if the Prime Minister is the husband, then the Foreign Minister is equivalent to the wife who takes care of the family.

For a foreign minister's son, there's no need to say more.
The second generation of Tokyo's top people in this cool novel, the ones who truly hold the most power.

Even the group of people at the previous press conference for De-Cocoon were nothing in front of this group of people.

Miwako Sato's brows were also furrowed in a serious manner.

Obviously, he didn't expect to provoke such a tough guy.

…………

Fujino and Sato came out of the restaurant and came to the parking lot.

Fujino complained as he walked: "The son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, I didn't expect to run into such a person just by going out, what a shitty luck."

"Fujino, that guy you just saw in the restaurant was the one with whom Mr. Dejima saw him. And the car was in a nearby parking lot." Sato Miwako thought in a low voice, "It seems that the son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs might be the real culprit of the hit-and-run."

"Sister, are you having some thoughts about him?"

Fujino turned to look at Sato with dead eyes: "Your elder sister actually dared to think about the son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, you really are my sister."

"Why can't I think about it? Is there anything wrong with thinking about it?"

Sato Miwako crossed her arms and sighed, "No matter what, he was the one who killed someone. As a police officer, you can't just ignore it, right?"

Fujino: "..."

Looking at Sato Miwako's attitude, even if the Prime Minister came, this fierce woman would probably want to handcuff him, right?
Aren’t you really afraid of becoming a villain?
Other policemen always arrest criminals as villains. If they dare to arrest this group of people, they will be rebelling against Tiangang and become villains... In the end, after all this trouble, I turned out to be the villain?

Fujino took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "You really should think carefully about this matter. If you are not careful, you, me, and Megure will all be wiped out."

"Of course I know that."

Miwako Sato hesitated for a moment: "But we still need to find out who the murderer is..."

"Let's continue investigating."

Fujino interrupted her: "If it's really him, he'll probably have the motivation to stop our investigation."

As he spoke, he glanced at his watch: "The current time is 10:03. It has been an hour since the incident. There should be no reaction now. If there is any action, we will know the result tomorrow morning."

Miwako Sato frowned and whispered, "But if we really wait until there is action, then the real culprit will be..."

“So we have to investigate as much as possible.”

Fujino patted her shoulder and comforted her: "When they make a move, at least we will know what's going on."

"I see."

"Tell this to Brother Megure first and see what the people above say."

Fujino opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat, and glanced at Sato Miwako deeply out of the corner of his eye.

I have to say that this tough woman, Miwako Sato, is really brave (reckless).

When doing things, I really rely on the justice of the world in my heart, and I don’t consider myself at all!
You are just a police inspector and a detective, and you dare to arrest the rich young man in Tokyo?

This is just like the ancient times when the constables and knights joined forces and ran to the prime minister's house in the imperial city to capture the prime minister's son.

I miss peaches.

Simply outrageous.

Tsk, even novels don’t dare to write like this.

It’s not unreasonable why I can’t write novels, but Japan is not a place with freedom of speech.

In reality, if a novel dares to write about this kind of thing, it is equivalent to a serious violation of the general principle of not discussing state affairs. In the mildest case, the book will be banned, and in the most serious case, if there is any "slandering" of someone, the person will be put in jail directly.

Needless to say how serious it is.

To touch such an iron plate... you really don't fear death.

Fujino thought to himself, leaned back in the chair, and sighed: "Foreign Minister, this job is really hard."

Sato Miwako started the engine, feeling a little uncomfortable with the sudden reversal of roles, and teased, "You're not usually like this. Today we've switched roles, so aren't you worrying too much? Are you scared?"

"I'm afraid you and Megure-san will be implicated."

Fujino showed dead fish eyes: "He is the Minister of Foreign Affairs, you should be the one who is most afraid, right? Aren't you really afraid of being fired?"

Of course, Fujino is not afraid of iron plates.

He was mainly worried about Sato and brother Megure.

He is a detective and it is difficult for him to kill him even if he wants to.

But Sato and Megure are Japanese government employees, so they can all be sent away with just one sentence.

Not only is it possible to send it away, it is even possible to send it in.

(End of this chapter)