Conan's Unscientific Detective

The proficiency in making home-cooked meals is definitely much higher than that of instant noodles or self-heating rice.

Of course, you can also work in a restaurant...

But Fujino was once a rich young man after all, and it was impossible for him to work, not in his entire life!

Putting away his thoughts, Fujino turned his gaze to the portable space in the system space:

[Small portable space: You can put items in it at any time. The current space size is (0.5x0.5x0.5m). Note: It can be upgraded. The current upgrade cost is: million yen]

The portable space, of golden quality, is the highest grade item he has at the moment.

Unlike other purple items or equipment, the portable space can be upgraded.

The portable space is now a 50-centimeter cube, about the same size as a cardboard box.

But Fujino felt that this was still a little small.

Especially after he needed to carry more and more things, the originally limited space became even more stretched.

"Looks like it needs an upgrade?"

Fujino sighed, staring at the amount needed to upgrade the portable space, and frowned, "But one million and a half, isn't it a bit too much..."

One million and a half, that’s close to two chances to win the lottery.

But for a convenient item that goes beyond the reality level, the expansion price of 1.5 million is actually not too expensive, and it is even much cheaper than the house price.

After spending 1.35 million, the portable space was successfully upgraded.

[1.35 million has been consumed to upgrade (portable space)]

[Small portable space: You can put items in it at any time. The current space size is (1x1x1m). Note: It can be upgraded. The current upgrade cost is: million yen]

[Current remaining balance: 850,000 yen]

"One meter cube?"

Fujino looked at the expanded system space and asked in surprise, "Eight times the original space?"

Suddenly, he felt the bleeding feeling in his heart disappear.

It seems that this system is still somewhat conscientious. At least the capacity expansion is not doubled, but a geometric multiple.

It would be too much if he were given a 60-centimeter cube.

"Jingle Bell!"

Just after upgrading the system space, the phone rang in his pocket.

Fujino took the phone out of his pocket and answered it. A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Fujino?"

"I am, who are you?"

Generally speaking, clients would refer to him as Detective Fujino.

Sir, this time it seems that this is not a commission?

"I'm an installer from Mihua Furniture City. The furniture you ordered has been loaded. When can we come to your home to install it?"

"Let's do it now. Today is a day off and I have time."

"Ok."

Although it is a legal holiday, the staff of the furniture store are still working.

For these workers living in the neon society, rest days are the best opportunity to make money.

Although working overtime on weekends is harder, they can all receive high overtime pay.

(End of this chapter)

48. Chapter 48: Tsundere will surely fail!

Chapter 48: Tsundere will surely fail!

The second floor of the Fujino family home.

Looking at the detective agency that had just been set up, Fujino couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

The detective agency is located on the second floor of the Fujino family's four-story building on the right side. The room is about 100 square meters and is divided into three bedrooms and a living room.

The 50-square-meter bedroom inside is the office area. There is a desk by the window in the bedroom, and an ergonomic chair in front of the desk. There is a sofa next to the door, and there is a coffee table in front of the sofa.

Another secondary bedroom is equipped with a security door, which displays the contracts for various commissions he accepted, as well as some souvenirs he received when completing the commissions.

For example, Yoko Okino's autographed poster, the broken dagger of a murderer bound in tortoise shell, and the knocked-off helmet of a museum director.

It's also a keepsake.

The layout of the reception room is similar to that of the office, with a simple style and the configuration is almost the same level as that of the reception room of a large company.

"I have to say, this one million is well worth it."

Looking at the room in front of him that finally looked like a detective agency, Fujino nodded with satisfaction.

"Jingle Bell!"

At this time, the phone rang again.

Fujino took out his phone, stared at the note: [Shibasaki Mieko], paused, and then answered the call.

"Excuse me, Detective Fujino, have you found out who Tatsuya likes?"

Mieko Shibazaki's hurried voice came from the other end of the line.

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, and heard some noisy sounds in the background on the other end of the phone.

Is Mieko Shibasaki at the concert now?

After thinking for a moment, he replied, "We have almost completed the investigation now. I will probably be able to give you a reply tomorrow."

"Is that right?"

Mieko Shibazaki on the other end of the phone was stunned when she heard this.

She really didn't expect Fujino to be so efficient.

It's only been a few days...

It's worthy of such a high commission.

"I may not have time tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow. I'll come to your place after the concert is over."

After saying that, Shibazaki Mieko hung up the phone.

"So, their concert will end the day after tomorrow and they will hold a celebration party?"

Fujino put away the phone and murmured, "Looks like we have to hurry..."

That afternoon, in front of Tatsuya Kimura's studio.

Fujino changed into work clothes, put on a blue hat and mask to cover his face, and sneaked into Tatsuya Kimura's studio under the pretext of repairing water pipes.

The interior of Tatsuya Kimura's studio is very spacious, with all kinds of musical instruments. There are posters of him on the wall, and many sheets of music are neatly arranged on the table in the corner.

Fujino looked around and immediately activated his enhanced perception ability.

Soon, he found a photo in a secret place.

The background of the photo is an underground concert.

Tatsuya Kimura stood on the stage, looking into the eyes of a girl with freckles on her face, who was neither pretty nor ugly.

The eyes of both of them were full of desire for the future.

"Tsundere will surely fail!"

Fujino sighed, said something emotional, then put the photo in his pocket and left the studio.

…………

"Tatsuya, you have a concert tomorrow, remember to get up early and eat."

"Don't bother talking so much!"

"Why are you acting like an old lady?!"

"I'm doing this for your own good."

The entrance of Tatsuya Kimura's studio.

Mari Terahara looked at Tatsuya Kimura's disappearing back, and a fierce light appeared in her eyes.

After sighing, she returned to the car and was about to drive home.

But just as she sat down, she felt something wrong under her butt.

It seems like there is a foreign object...

She lifted her buttocks and saw a picture.

That was a photo of her when she was in a band with Tatsuya Kimura.

Looking at the photo taken a long time ago, a lonely expression appeared on her face, "He was not like this before... Why?"

"It must have fallen when he got off the car."

She sighed, picked up the photo, and was about to put it away to return it tomorrow when she saw the lyrics on the back of the photo: [I want to convey this to you without makeup].

"What do you want to convey to you without makeup?"

Mari Terahara couldn't help but wonder.

Looking at the lyrics, the pupils between her eyes gradually dilated.

After a moment, a tear fell and wet the photo.

She clutched the photo tightly in her hand and looked towards the studio: "Could it be that Tatsuya......"

"Tatsuya, open the door."

Mari Terahara knocked on the door of Tatsuya Kimura's studio and shouted repeatedly.

"Ugly, why are you looking for me instead of going home?"

Tatsuya Kimura opened the door and asked impatiently, then noticed the photo in Mari Terahara's hand.

After being stunned for a moment, he quickly snatched it away, "This photo...how come this photo is here with you?!"

"You just left the photo in the car."

"Strange, I don't have this photo with me..."

Tatsuya Kimura scratched the back of his head in confusion.

But before he could finish, Mari Terahara interrupted him: "So, did you write all the lyrics behind that photo?"

"Did you see everything?"

Upon hearing this, Tatsuya Kimura was distracted and looked away.

The face that was not honest showed a little red, "I was planning to write it for you as a surprise after I went solo... That's right, these lyrics are written for you, an ugly bastard!"

Mari Terahara was surprised and asked, "Then why do you call me ugly?"

"Who told you to have plastic surgery without my consent?"

He took a deep breath and said, "I never said you were ugly. You were very beautiful the way you were originally!"

Mari Terahara was dazed when she heard this.

Suddenly, she seemed to have figured everything out.

Yes, ever since she had plastic surgery, Tatsuya seemed to have never cared about her again, and even spoke harshly to him.

Is it all because of plastic surgery?

“Tatsuya, are you…?”

"If you know, don't say it out loud. It's embarrassing!"

The blush on Tatsuya Kimura's face became even more intense, like a little boy who had just fallen in love.

Hearing this, Mari Terahara hugged him and tears flowed down her eyes.

There was regret, or maybe something touching...