Conan's Unscientific Detective

"It's not like that! It's not like that!!"

Mrs. Yamada collapsed and held her head in her hands. After a roar, she covered her face and burst into tears.

"Maybe this is twisted maternal love..."

Fujino lowered his head slightly and sighed.

The sun sets and although it is already night, the mother and son who have been hiding for five years finally return to the sunlight today.

Fujino sent them both to the police station and then returned to his home in Go-chome.

Pushing open the door, a room of 100 square meters comes into view.

The moonlight was shining, and the spacious room was fully furnished. There was even a nearly 100-inch plasma TV hanging on the wall, but it seemed unusually lonely.

"I am back."

Fujino muttered to himself subconsciously, then dragged his tired body to lie down on the bed, enjoying the solitude that belonged to him alone.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the haunted house murder mission and gaining 50 detective reputation points]

[System rewards have been issued, bounties have been issued]

[The system equipment gift pack has been distributed to the warehouse, please check it out]

Hearing a reminder tone in his ears, Fujino slowly sat up.

As soon as he thought about it, a transparent light curtain appeared in front of him.

There are grids in the light curtain, and in the grids, there are various objects.

The system warehouse is not a system space that can take in and out items at will, but a one-way logistics warehouse that can only take out items... Once the items are taken out, they cannot be taken back.

Fujino looked around the system warehouse and his eyes were attracted by an icon that looked like a gift box.

[System initial equipment gift pack: randomly select an initial equipment, the quality must be blue]

Fujino took a look at the item description and opened the gift package.

Suddenly, a stream of light flowed out from the gift bag.

After a few realistic cutscenes, a wooden sword glowing blue appeared in front of him.

"Wooden knife?"

Fujino said in surprise, and with a touch of his fingertips, details about the wooden sword appeared:

[Okamoto Momoka 0.01: This wooden sword is made of black peach wood and has been blessed by a master. So even though it is made of wood, it is indestructible.

Appearance: A black wooden sword about 1.2 meters long. It is usually in the form of a shrunken pendant, but will return to its original shape when used.

Ability: Indestructible, but the ability to cause damage is limited. Although it cannot cause physical damage to people, it can make people feel physical pain, which will last for a period of time and have the negative effects of partial injury. If the user is good at swordsmanship, it is very likely to knock someone out with one sword. 】

Fujino took out the wooden sword, waved it twice in his hand, and his first feeling was that it was very light. With his unreinforced physique, it was very easy for him to use.

And from the touch, it doesn't feel like a wooden sword at all, but more like a steel sword made of pure steel...

After swinging it a few more times, almost blowing up the plasma TV, Fujino put it away.

After being taken back, Okamoto Peach Blossom 0.01 shrank into a thumb-sized pendant and fell from mid-air into Fujino's palm.

There is even a braided red rope tied around the hilt of the sword.

It's quite convenient.

"Why do I feel like it's my zodiac year?"

Fujino sighed and put the pendant around his neck.

Gulu!

At this moment, the growling of his stomach interrupted his thoughts.

I almost forgot that he hasn't eaten anything since he got up in the morning.

Man is like iron and rice is like steel. Eat first and worry about other things later.

Fujino took out a pack of instant noodles from somewhere, lit the gas stove and boiled water.

In just a moment, a bowl of plain instant noodles, which the system said would fill one's stomach after finishing it, was placed on the table by Fujino.

"Can this really fill you up?"

Fujino was puzzled, but after he showed off a whole bowl of instant noodles... he didn't think so.

Although this thing doesn't taste very good and is comparable to cheap rations, it is really effective in satisfying hunger.

With just one bowl, he experienced an unprecedented sense of fullness.

"I don't know how the system got this kind of thing... This is unscientific..."

Fujino murmured something, but then he changed his mind and thought, if there is a system, how can this be scientific? This is not scientific, this is not science, this is fucking metaphysics.

After having a good meal and a good drink, Fujino stretched himself lazily, his eyes gazing towards the street, his mind wandering.

Well, I have almost adapted to life in this world... and this kind of science study time that may be the 5th today or the 20th tomorrow.

Perhaps the only flaw is that this body is a little weak due to overwork.

During the day, because I had not yet adapted to the physical state, I went to the infirmary as my vision went dark after the intense exercise.

After waking up, I was called over by that violent and beautiful Chinese teacher and asked a lot of confusing questions... But fortunately, Fujino evaded the question and it was over.

"Dad! Why did you go out drinking again?!"

At this moment, a girl's voice suddenly sounded, and her tone gradually became more complaining: "If it weren't for you, how could there be no jobs coming to you, and how could Mom be so angry and run away again..."

"Wait, Xiaolan, listen to my explanation...ah!"

That day, the screams of a drunkard resounded throughout the entire Beihua Gochome.

When the storm subsided, Fujino stood on the balcony and looked across at the Maori Detective Agency, and said with emotion: "Today, the Maori family is still full of martial virtues..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 6 Ikezawa Yuko's Request

The morning breeze blew, and the gauze curtains by the window swayed.

The street downstairs is bustling with traffic, a scene full of vitality and everything is competing with each other.

On the balcony on the fourth floor, Fujino stood by the windowsill, overlooking the scenery downstairs.

After a while, he stared at Saturday the 22nd on the screen of his mobile phone, feeling a little confused.

Although I have long known how strange the timeline of this world is.

But after seeing it for real, Fujino couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of you, the world of science!"

After sighing, Fujino shook his dizzy head and stretched himself lazily until he heard a click, then he slowly walked towards the bathroom.

After a series of sounds of rushing water.

Fujino walked out of the bathroom and immediately felt refreshed.

However, when his eyes swept across the dirty and messy room, his brows furrowed again.

A typical single man's room.

But Fujino's good mood in the morning was instantly destroyed by this.

"Clean up the room."

Fujino sighed.

Today he had enough time to clean up this 100-square-meter bedroom. It was Saturday, and he didn't need to go to school, and there was no such thing as a day off.

Half a day passed in the blink of an eye.

As the sun sets, Fujino sits lazily on the sofa, wiping the sweat from his temples.

"It's tiring to clean the room."

Fujino glanced at the bedroom which was comparable to other people's three-bedroom and one-living-room houses, and couldn't help but sigh.

It took a whole day just to clean this bedroom.

As for the other rooms... forget it, never mind, just leave them alone.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who would come to see me this late?"

Fujino was a little confused when he heard this.

It’s almost dark now. Apart from acquaintances, I’m afraid no one will come. After all, clients usually come during the day.

With doubts in his heart, Fujino opened the door and saw a woman who was wrapped herself tightly standing in front of the door.

The woman was wearing a red hip-hugging dress with a black jacket on the outside. Her face was hidden by a black mask, and she looked sneaky.

"You are Detective Fujino, right?"

The woman was not polite. As soon as she finished speaking, she walked into the room that Fujino had just cleaned up, looked around, sat on the sofa, and said to Fujino: "I want to trouble you with something."

Is there anyone who is so troublesome?

Fujino's mouth twitched.

After confirming that this was not some new type of honey trap that was looking for trouble, but a client, Fujino breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa opposite her.

"I was introduced by a friend."

The woman whispered, "It is said that you are very good at keeping secrets."

"Of course."

In response to the woman's doubts, Fujino nodded slightly, "As a detective, I have the professional ethics of keeping the client's identity and the contents of the commission confidential."

In the detective world, Fujino is nicknamed the workaholic. He does things that others do at a low price, and he works hard on things that others don't do.

Therefore, in just one year, Fujino has left a good reputation among the detective user community.

Normally, commissions are basically spread by word of mouth, and there is no need to deliberately put up any signs or place any advertisements.

"That's good."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, she took off her mask out of trust and revealed her face.

"You are... Yuko Ikezawa?"

Fujino looked at the girl in front of him in surprise.

That's right, not a woman, but a girl.

Although Yuko Ikezawa looks mature, she is actually only 22 years old, she just looks mature because of her mature clothes.

"Why, are you my fan?"

When Ikezawa Yuko saw that Fujino knew her, she immediately became interested and said playfully, "Do you want me to give you a signed poster of mine, little brother?"

"No."

Fujino shook his head and refused bluntly.

"Tsk."

Upon hearing this, Yuko Ikezawa clicked her tongue in reproach.

Aren't you her fan?

Damn it, she clearly felt that the other person was quite handsome.

Putting away her thoughts, she felt a little regretful, and immediately took out a photo from her pocket and handed it to Fujino: "I want you to investigate the person in the photo."

Fujino took the photo.

The girl in the photo is about twenty years old. She is wearing a pink windbreaker and has long brown hair. She is very beautiful and exudes a pure temperament. She is a pure and beautiful girl!

"This is……"

Fujino looked at the girl in the photo and felt that she looked familiar. After a moment, he remembered: "Is this Okino Yoko?"

After confirming the target of the investigation, Fujino frowned, "So Ms. Ikezawa wants me to investigate Okino Yoko?"