Conan's Unscientific Detective

"It's really unreasonable."

Conan nodded in agreement, put the glass ball in front of his eyes and took a look. Then he turned to Fujino and said, "Why do you think this thing appears here?"

"Don't hand it over!"

Fujino backed away with a look of disgust on his face, "This thing is dirty."

"???"

Conan's head was filled with questions. He brought it up to his nose and smelled it without licking it: "There's no smell..."

"Oh, there is no need to know this kind of thing. I can only say that everyone who understands understands..."

Fujino sighed meaningfully and said sincerely: "You are still too young, so it is normal that you don't understand some things. You will understand when you grow up."

"???"

Conan's head was filled with questions again.

What does it mean to be too young, I don’t understand?

I'm small in some way, I'm super big, okay?

What do I, a seventeen-year-old high school student, still don’t understand?

You are so small, aren’t you?

Can the Riddler die?

Conan complained silently in his heart. Then he suddenly frowned and glanced at Fujino who had a meaningful look. He suddenly thought of something:

Wait...this guy seems to be eighteen years old.

Martha, is this some forbidden knowledge? !

…………

Fujino didn't care whether Conan was thinking about pink bubbles or yellow bubbles.

Glass balls will appear in the warehouse where pottery is stored.

With his little knowledge, there were three possibilities.

One is that a child accidentally left it behind when he came to play with glass balls, and the other is that there is someone here who likes to play with glass balls because of their childlike innocence.

The last one is the strange play between the young madam and her young apprentice whose ulterior relationship has not yet been determined...

Well, before he was sure, he could only think in the worst direction.

On second thought, he looked at the glass ball again: "Brother Conan, why do you think this glass ball is here?"

"The glass ball here is indeed a bit strange..."

Conan gathered his chin and answered naturally: "Just now, Miss Tsuchiya of this family broke the Feng Shui pill, and a glass ball suddenly appeared on the scene. Maybe..."

Halfway through his words, Conan suddenly frowned and felt something was wrong.

Why did Fujino's words suddenly feel a little more intimate?

It even seemed a little familiar, and I couldn't help but start reasoning...

amount……

With this thought in his mind, Conan suddenly realized something and looked at Fujino with a speechless expression:

Could it be that Fujino has transformed into a brotherly warrior like Megure Jusan? !

"Well, that is indeed a possibility."

Fujino glanced at the glass ball in Conan's hand who was passive in answering his brother's question, but was interrupted midway in casting the spell. He glanced back at the people behind him who were cleaning up the mess, and slowly said: "It seems that Feng Shui Pill has solved this matter. , it’s not simple.”

"Yes."

Conan looked at the people around him and echoed: "It seems that this matter is not simple, but there is no evidence now..."

"You can't say it even without evidence."

"why?"

"Do you think it's okay to destroy other people's family harmony?"

"Well...it seems that is indeed the case."

"I advise you to be kind."

"..."

Conan had a dog shift expression on his face.

Advise me to be kind?

Are you really qualified to persuade me to be kind, you wicked old man?

I don't know if I'm kind or not.

But you are a real dog!

"Conan, and Fujino-senpai, stop standing around and come help!"

"Brother Fujino said he wanted to tell me something that children don't understand, so I'm here!"

"Eh?! What kids don't understand?!"

Fujino: "..."

You kid, my advice to you to be kind is in vain, right?

If your neck is not allowed to sink for three days, your whole body will feel uncomfortable...

…………

Time flies by.

Although they were guests, Fujino Xiaoai and Xiaolan still helped the young lady Masuko Tsuchiya prepare dinner.

Conan, who didn't know how to cook, and Sonoko, who wasn't very proficient in cooking, could only wait for the meal to start.

Fujino has been observing silently, for fear that the meal will become a banquet.

Fortunately, it went quite smoothly. Although it was a bit suspenseful, the murder did not happen in the end.

In the living room, everyone sat around the table and ate barbecue. On a rare good day, the old man also took out his own wine. However, since Fujino was a high school student and had to drive back, he could only drink Drinking alone by those present...

There was nothing wrong with the others. The young lady Tsuchiya Masuko was not good at drinking. After drinking, she started to act drunk.

"Hahaha, it's nothing!"

Tsuchiya Masuko's face was flushed, and her rich face looked rosy when drunk. She held a wine bottle and shouted: "Anyway, my dad doesn't have long to live. He has only a few works in the past few years. Before he dies, It’s also nice to be able to find a home for your work!”

Fujino: "..."

Kikuemon is indeed getting older.

At this age, to put it bluntly, the banquet may be opened at any time...

But this young lady actually said it so directly.

It’s really the power of filial piety!

"Young lady!"

"OK OK!"

Kikuemon pressed Kaoru Otani down, and with a blushing face, he picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "I am not young anymore. I can only produce two or three works a year. It is indeed true..."

"Two or three?"

Suzuki Sonoko was confused: "Didn't Mr. Kikuemon produce more than ten items last year?"

"Okay, okay, don't mention the canning thing!"

At this time, Tsuchiya Masuko suddenly changed the topic with a wine glass and suggested: "Let's talk more about Detective Fujino's handling of the case!"

"Yes!"

Kikuemon echoed: "Let's talk about the one on the Ryukyu plane that caused a sensation at that time!"

Fujino responded helplessly and began to describe it in detail according to his own memory.

But at the same time, looking at Tsuchiya Masuko, a flash of thought flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)

692. Chapter 685 If you are a brother, come and hit me!

Chapter 685 If you are a brother, come and chop me!

"That young lady is really strange!"

On the way back, Sonoko sat in the back row in confusion, thinking: "It is clear that Kikuemon launched more than ten works last year, but why did Mr. Kikuemon say that he only made two or three..."

Xiaolan nodded in agreement: "Well, I feel a little weird too."

Conan sat with his eyes lowered in thought: "If it's really like what Sister Yuanzi said, then what's going on with the seven extra items?"

"Fake."

Haiyuan Ai, who was sitting in the passenger seat, thought for a while, "I have heard before that some family members of art masters will go out to deceive and sell fakes under the name of masters."

After a pause, she continued: "As for whether it is a fake, no one can say. It may be that they secretly took something from the family collection."

"In that case."

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, "Then the person who sold those things is..."

"Don't think too much about this."

Fujino spoke and interrupted everyone's discussion: "Some things are better hidden. If you say it out, it will completely change the taste. Mr. Kikuemon attaches great importance to pottery. If you let him know about this... You should understand and let the old man live a few more years."

Although I don’t know why she did it, maybe it was to supplement her money for taking care of the old man, or maybe she was greedy for money...

But Kikuemon is now a lonely old man with no relatives around him. His son is also dead. The only person who has some connection is his daughter-in-law Masuko Tsuchiya.

If he really knew that he was burdened with such a thing that meant he would not be protected even if others didn't say anything, I'm afraid the little old man would be angry to death on the spot.

This is what art masters are like. From the conversation with me just now, it can be seen that the other person is a master who pays great attention to his own reputation and innocence.

Even if he wasn't mad to death, he would definitely be estranged from his daughter-in-law.

It's okay if some things are not made clear, but it would be bad if they are made clear and a murder case is brewed because of it...

At least tonight, according to his observation, Kikuemon was indeed drunk, and the daughter-in-law was also drunk and unconscious.

The God of Death was taken away by him. At least nothing would happen to the old man tonight...

As for the others, it’s hard to say.

However, he is just an outsider, and there are some things that he cannot guarantee to the end. After all, he is not a personal nanny, nor can he guard her 24/.

Taking Death away was the best effort he could make.

…………

When we returned to the hotel, it was already dark.

As soon as everyone entered the hotel, they saw Kyogoku Zhen already wearing a karate uniform and sitting on the sofa in the lobby, waiting.

"Why does this guy look so serious?"

Conan didn't have any substantial impression of Kyogoku Makoto, but he felt a little strange about the way he put on the karate uniform.

"Fujino-senpai, you must be careful!"

Xiaolan felt a rare excitement: "It seems that Mr. Kyogoku is planning to take this duel seriously!"

"I just put on a karate uniform!"

Sonoko still looked optimistic: "Fujino-senpai, please quickly put on your kendo uniform and show that guy some glory by defeating Souji Okita with your heroic spirit!"

Not far away, the aura around Kyogoku's body suddenly released vaguely.

Fujino: "..."

Can you stop irritating the Ultimate Saiyan?

"You guys just came back."