Conan's Unscientific Detective

Conan's Unscientific Detective Author: Kasora

Summary:

God played a joke on Fujino. When he woke up, he traveled to the world of Detective Conan and became a high school detective who inherited a four-story building after his parents died and relied on commissions to make a living.

Just when he was at a loss, a career system was suddenly bound.

From then on, he began his journey of becoming stronger by spending money.

…………

May I ask, as a detective, why do you have so many skills?

Fujino: What I mean is, isn't it normal for a professional detective to learn professional skills?

Chapter 1 Xiaolan seems to understand something

Maori Detective Agency, in a dim room in the four-story building opposite.

Fujino looked at the wall of newspapers and photos strung together with red lines, his dark pupils filled with blur.

He traveled through time and space to the world of Detective Conan!

Not only did he come to the world of science, but he also lived in the legendary crime city of Beika-cho and became a detective at the age of only eighteen!

Looking at the report on "Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei Era" in the newspaper nailed to the wall, Fujino couldn't help but reach out and touch it, then sighed softly.

The original owner was named Fujino Doji. His parents were assassinated and passed away quietly a year ago. He had no relatives and no savings, so in order to survive and catch the murderer, he became a full-time detective in high school.

But he wasn't a very good detective.

Unlike Kudo Shinichi, who caused deaths wherever he went, he rarely encountered murder cases as a detective, and as a result, he did not make any name for himself after a year.

His only source of income is accepting daily commissions to catch cats and dogs. Every time, the employer would pay him a price far below the market price, and he could not refuse because it was his only source of income.

Just like that, he went out early and came back late, and after becoming a detective for a year, he was either looking for cats or catching dogs, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore.

His already exhausted body accidentally caught a cold while investigating an extramarital affair yesterday. With a high fever of over 40 degrees, he died suddenly in the howling cold night.

“How tragic…”

Fujino sighed and felt very sympathetic towards the tragedy of the original owner.

Judging from the memories he inherited, the original owner didn't need to live such a hard life. Even if he rented a house, his diligence was more than enough to support him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't let go of the only four-story building he inherited from his parents' bankrupt company...

You know, Neon has a fixed property tax. For Fujino's current four-story building, the fixed property tax is 1.5 million yen a year, which is equivalent to 150,000 CNY based on the exchange rate at the time!

In Neon, it doesn’t matter whether you are an adult or not, as long as the house is in your name, you have to pay taxes!

The original owner could only earn 50,000 yen at most from a single commission, and sometimes even less than 20,000 yen.

After deducting ordinary living expenses, the original owner had to pay 1.5 million in taxes at the end of the year, and he would not have enough money left for savings.

The tax system in Japan is so cruel that it doesn't even let a poor and helpless 18-year-old like him go.

As for renting out the house, he had thought about it...but he was only eighteen years old and could not rent out the house without a guardian.

Ding Dong!

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Fujino's heart tightened when he heard this...

Are you here to collect the property management fee?

He only has more than one million yuan left on hand now. If this money is taken away, he probably won’t be able to pay the fixed property tax this year!

Sighing, he had to pass the 100-square-meter bedroom, come to the door and push it open.

What caught my eye was not a property manager in a suit with an ugly expression on his face, but a girl in a dark blue school uniform with horns on her head.

After pushing the door open, Mao Lilan looked at the thin and cautious boy in the half-open door, smiled faintly, and bowed politely: "Hello, Fujino-senpai, my name is Mao Lilan, I live across from your house, and I'm in the same class as you... I'm very sorry to disturb you suddenly, but you haven't been to school for a month, and I can't get through on the phone, so the teacher can only arrange for me to come and check on the situation..."

Classmate, senior, Mao Lilan?

By the way, the high school the original owner attended seemed to be Teitan High School... Because he became a full-time detective halfway through, the original owner's grades plummeted and he was eventually demoted by the school... So now he and Mouri Ran should be in the same class.

As a result, the original owner, who had no hope for school, became even more disappointed. In order to make money, he would not go to school for a month...

"Ah... I'm so sorry, I've been taking on various commissions this month and I really can't spare the time."

Fujino scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

His first impression of Mao Lilan was quite good.

A very polite girl, she smiled sweetly, was very gentle, and even used honorifics to address him.

"Is Fujino-senpai a high school detective?"

When Xiaolan heard the word "commission", she was surprised.

"It should be said that he is a full-time detective..."

Fujino gave a wry smile, "After all, this is where my livelihood comes from."

"So that's it."

Xiaolan looked at Fujino, his pale face, thin body, and the look of malnutrition.

Through the half-open door, you can vaguely see instant noodle bowls piled on the floor of the room.

Suddenly, she seemed to understand something.

"We just finished cooking. I wonder if Fujino-senpai..."

"Since Mao Li has already brought the message, I won't stay any longer. I'm also very busy... I will go to school if I have time..."

Before she could finish her words, Fujino responded politely and closed the door.

"Ugh?"

The gentle smile on Mao Lilan's face gradually stiffened, and after relaxing for a while, she sighed.

Mr. Fujino, who lost his parents, must have had a difficult life, otherwise he would not have dropped out of school and accepted commissions to make money.

I'm afraid you will have to eat something worthless tonight.

Really, he's so skinny that he's just skin and bones!

I must treat you to a good meal some other day!

Shaking her head, Xiaolan felt a little regretful.

After closing the door, Fujino silently walked to the balcony and looked at Xiaolan who was walking home, and couldn't help but sigh.

After all, Xiaolan was just a stranger who lived opposite him, and he appreciated her kindness.

But even if he traveled through time and changed his soul, the original owner of this world still couldn't get rid of the dilemma of needing money.

In short, going to school is impossible. He would rather die of exhaustion outside than set foot in a campus again in his life!

"Ding! System task detected!"

[Host, please keep your student status to avoid being expelled! Completing the task will reward you with detective occupation binding and 100,000 yen in cash! ]

Is this a system?

Fujino looked at the sound coming from his ears and the system light screen that popped up in front of him, and couldn't help but be stunned.

After a moment, he accepted the system's settings. After all, he was a time traveler, and it would be strange if he didn't have a system.

But having said that, this system reward is real!

One hundred thousand yen was almost as much as the reward for his two high-value commissions. He had been planning to continue playing badly until he was expelled from school, but he didn't expect the system to pop up and offer him a reward of one hundred thousand yen!

I can only say that he gave too much!

Go to school, you must go to school. Even if Jesus comes today, he can’t stop you!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 2: Violent Beauty Teacher

The next day, early in the morning, Fujino got up, washed, and combed his hair like an adult, preparing to welcome his own... no, campus life.

But just when he was about to change into his school uniform and go out, he was found dead in Bengbu.

Where is his school uniform?

It seems that he sold it to younger students for a few thousand yen as a backup.

Blanch!

Helplessly, he had to put on his usual suit and vest in silence, habitually said to the air "I'm going out", and then drove the inherited Ford Taurus to school.

"Ah! I'm late!"

After parking the car in the parking lot, just as Fujino was about to step into the school gate, a hurried female voice came from behind him.

Turn around, look back, and bump!

When Fujino came to his senses, he had already bumped into a girl with short brown hair.

"What are you doing?"

Fujino touched his tailbone and complained in pain.

Looking up, the girl had already stood up and was bowing to apologize to him: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hiratsuka!"

"what?"

Fujino was stunned for a moment, and the girl in front of him felt that she looked somewhat familiar... Suzuki Sonoko?

"Alas? Alas!"

Suzuki Sonoko raised her head, looked around for a long time, and was stunned for a while before she shouted to Fujino: "You are not Mr. Hiratsuka!"

"I am the one who is weird!"

Fujino complained, and then added maliciously: "But you can also call me Mr. Fujino!"

"Oh oh oh oh!"

Suzuki Sonoko and Chick Takumi nodded.

However, after taking a closer look at Fujino's facial features, she felt that he was quite handsome, and her heart was suddenly overwhelmed. She then asked, "Is Mr. Fujino a new teacher? How old is he? Where does he live? Does he have a girlfriend?"

Well, Fujino looks older because of his exhaustion. Although he is only eighteen years old, he probably looks like he is in his twenties.

"What are you two doing here?"

At this time, a queen-like voice came from inside the school gate.

Fujino turned his head and saw a woman in a suit, vest and red tie walking towards him.

As he walked, he asked Suzuki Sonoko, "Suzuki-san, you're not late again, are you?

A teacher named Hiratsuka interrupted Suzuki Sonoko's nympho gossip.

Yuanzi had no choice but to look back and leave angrily.

After Sonoko left, Shizuka Hiratsuka turned around and looked at the boy who looked like a colleague.

He was wearing a black suit vest, a red tie, and glasses, and he looked a little haggard. If she hadn't told her, she would have thought he was a newly transferred colleague!

And she even wore the same clothes as her!

After secretly feeling that this boy had good taste, she said, "So, you should be Fujino-kun who hasn't come here for half a year, right?"

Fujino nodded, not knowing what to say.

She asked in confusion, "Where's your school uniform?"

Fujino scratched the back of his head and said, "Sold it."

"what?"

Hiratsuka was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows twitched, he suppressed the anger in his heart, clenched his fists with a frown on his face: "I thought you just didn't want to come to school, but I didn't expect you to even sell your school uniform... Come with me to the staff room! Fujino-san~"

"Yes!