Conan's Unscientific Detective

His figure was reflected in the mirror.

But that face was completely hidden in the darkness.

"I wonder if it will trigger the effect if it's not my face under the hood..."

Fujino pursed his chin, then took out the Batman mask from his portable space and put it on his face.

Look at yourself in the mirror again.

At this moment, the face of Batman hidden in the darkness emerged from the hood that was originally pitch black.

Sure enough, it seemed just as he had guessed.

This [Passing Assassin] effect will only be triggered when he reveals his true face.

It will not be triggered when wearing a mask or not revealing your true face.

Putting away his thoughts, Fujino raised his head and looked at Batman in the mirror wearing a medieval robe. He couldn't help but look strange, "Why does this combination feel a bit weird?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 77 Detective Intuition

Noon, Tokyo, Metropolitan Police Department.

Fujino, who had just opened the golden item, was summoned to the Metropolitan Police Department by Megure Jusan.

Inside the lounge of the Metropolitan Police Department.

"The reward for helping solve the case has been approved a few days ago."

Megure Jusan took out a kraft paper envelope with a cherry blossom emblem from his pocket and handed it to Fujino. "The total is 200,000 yen. Take it, brother Fujino."

"Two hundred thousand yen?"

Fujino took the envelope from the bag and counted them.

After confirming that the numbers match, put it away.

I have to say that the Metropolitan Police Department's efficiency is really poor.

It's been several days, and this little money has only arrived now.

"Speaking of which, Inspector Megure, what happened last night......"

After putting the envelope away, Fujino looked at Megure Juzo again with a sneaky look.

Just after the car accident last night.

Fujino, who was worried, asked Megure Jusan to help investigate the truck driver's file.

He was also deceived into believing a bizarre and complicated case involving a series of serious serial murders.

Megure Jusan, who was not fooled at first, refused.

But for some reason, he agreed this morning.

And they also planned to hand over the copy of the file directly to him.

Maybe it’s because Fujino is his good brother?

Who knows?

"This is the file of the truck driver involved in yesterday's accident."

Megure Jusan coughed lightly, took out a file from his pocket, and handed it to Fujino: "The deceased is called Miyamoto Jisaburo, he is 43 years old, single, currently working in the furniture store installation industry, and also doing part-time delivery. He lives in Beihua-cho 4-chome."

"Did you have a happy family before?"

Fujino looked at the file and pursed his chin. "My wife died in a murder case ten years ago. The murderer was caught by the detective... My only remaining daughter also died of illness two years ago according to medical records."

"Single men like this who don't interact with other people are the most difficult to investigate."

Megure Jusan sighed, "Just looking at the files, I can't tell anything at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Fujino's strange expression.

"Brother Fujino, do you know this person?"

"It was just a brief encounter."

Hearing this, Fujino, who was looking at the photo in the file, shook his head and explained: "I remember he sent furniture to my detective agency some time ago..."

As he said this, he couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that our meeting again would be in this way."

Yes, he remembered this person.

Just when he was renovating the detective agency, it was this person who worked overtime to help him install the furniture.

But why would this guy want to kill him?

Was he instructed by someone?

Fujino put away his thoughts, but the doubts in his heart remained.

"Brother Fujino, although the case was closed as a traffic accident, we cannot provide you with protection... But if there is any threat, feel free to call me."

At the door of the lounge, Megure Jusan patted Fujino's shoulder earnestly.

"clear."

Fujino nodded, turned and left in silence.

It was already very good that Megure Juzo was able to get the deceased's file to him.

Nor did he count on police protection.

It can allow a person with no worries to carry out a suicidal assassination without leaving any trace afterwards.

Then the mastermind behind this is definitely not someone that ordinary police can stop.

Instead of relying on the police, it is better to rely on yourself.

This is the truth that Fujino understood after coming to this world.

Afternoon, Fujino's house.

In the dim room, Fujino stood in front of a wall that was threaded with red thread.

Looking at the various evidences collected by the original owner, his eyes were thoughtful.

After a moment, he took out a photo from his pocket.

It was first nailed to the wall with thumbtacks, and then passed through with a red thread, entangled with other evidence.

That photo was exactly the photo of the accident scene last night.

"It's been a year since the incident. Why are they only coming to me now to claim my life?"

Fujino stared at the wall covered with red lines, lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

He originally thought that the original owner's parents were assassinated because of the Fujino Zaibatsu.

That was the end of the matter after the two of them were assassinated.

But now it seems that things are far from that simple.

During his time as a detective, he had never offended anyone who would take his life.

Even when he interrogated Kiichiro Numabuchi last time, he wore a Batman mask and used a Batman vest.

So it is certain that there must be another reason why he was assassinated this time.

In fact, the people who assassinated him were the same people who assassinated the original owner's parents a year ago.

But logically speaking, it has been a year since the incident, and no one has come to kill him for a year, so why did it suddenly come back to life now?

Could it be that the mastermind behind the scenes had his head stuck in the door and suddenly remembered him?

Some are impossible.

Fujino sighed, pondered for a moment, and then activated his detective intuition.

[Increase host's reasoning ability by 100%, remaining time 59 seconds]

The moment his detective intuition kicked in, Fujino felt that the world around him had changed, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became clearer.

"Is this the world as seen by those detectives?"

Fujino pursed his chin and thought for a moment, then sighed.

Then, I began to recall how I was different from before.

If there is any difference, it might be that the original owner died and he traveled through time.

After traveling through time, he made a lot of money with the help of the system and became a well-known high school detective.

Oh, by the way, a detective of some fame!

Thinking of this, Fujino suddenly realized.

This may be where the problem lies.

Money and the like can basically be ruled out because his money has never been exposed to the public.

Apart from money, the only thing that has changed from the past is reputation.

“Is it really because of my fame?”

"But what does my fame have to do with being assassinated......"

Fujino was thinking about the relationship in his mind, but Baisi couldn't find her sister.

There is still too little evidence to connect the dots.

The only breakthrough now is that dump truck... but the driver of the dump truck is already dead.

"Dump truck?"

Fujino suddenly recalled one thing, that is, his vision-enhancing glasses have a recording function.

And when the dump truck hit him last night, he turned on the video recording function.

Putting his thoughts aside, Fujino retrieved the records.

With the flickering of the glasses screen, the scene gradually emerged around, and the time seemed to return to last night.

The dump truck was still following behind him.

From time to time he looked back to note the distance between the two cars.

Then he slid the motorcycle to the side.

"Wait, something's wrong."

When watching the image of the dump truck about to hit him through the visual glasses, Fujino exclaimed in surprise...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 78: Peripheral members of the organization?

Pause the screen.

Zoom in, and zoom in again.

Then he saw that the driver of the dump truck seemed to have torn something off the front windshield and held it in his hand before crashing into him.

The picture goes back, and back again...

In the distant picture, what the man just pulled down from the windshield was none other than a pink Hallo Katie pendant!

But why would a single man hang a Hallo Katie pendant in a dump truck?

Is it because of the overflowing girlish heart?

It shouldn’t be possible……

If it's a girl...

Thinking of this, Fujino's eyes suddenly froze.

Yes, girl.

If previous archive records were correct, Jisaburo Miyamoto should have a daughter.