Conan: Science Cartoonist Kudo Yuji

"I...I just hope he'll change his mind."

"I understand how you feel, but I'm not sure about your actions, Mrs. Tanaka."

The weathered detective sat on the bed with a cup of coffee in front of him. He was looking out the window with his chin in his hand. The setting sun was hanging in the sky, and behind him stood the company's employees.

"And you, Mr. Mitarai."

It’s still early to go back to the past. …

After accepting the commission from the married woman, Mr. Fujimine rented a car to take Mrs. Tanaka for a ride. He returned to the office building at dinner time, carried a folding ladder and went directly into the company of Tanaka and his two companions, and greeted the front desk.

Sure enough, death was everywhere he appeared, and when he pretended to repair a lamp that was not damaged, screams resounded throughout the building and attracted everyone over.

"President Matsushita? How could this happen!"

The secretary, dressed in a slim fit, knelt on the ground with her mouth covered. Because she was wearing a short work skirt, everyone's attention was focused on her two pairs of transparent stockings when they entered the office.

Of course, Mr. Fujimine was no exception. Having just experienced the joy of life, he immediately understood what it meant to be angry. After coughing a few times, he followed the direction of the secretary and successfully found President Matsushita lying on the ground with his mouth wide open. The man's head was still lying on his side, his face was calm, and it was obvious that he did not suffer any pain when he died.

"There were no obvious signs of trauma, and there was a leftover lunch box on the table."

In front of a group of employees, Mr. Fujimine slowly walked to the president's desk. He noticed the small water droplets on the edge of the inner wall of the lunch box and touched his chin.

"The skin was bluish purple, especially the face, which was purple to black. It looked like an acute myocardial infarction."

He squatted over the corpse's face and used his hands wrapped in a cloth to fiddle with President Matsushita's head.

"Hey, what on earth do you do?"

"Fujimine Maru is just a detective."

After folding the handkerchief and placing it on the table, Fujimine Maru put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at the shocked company employees.

"You...you are a detective, why are you here in our company?"

Mr. Tanaka and Mr. Mitarai, who had appeared in the square and left a deep impression on Kudo Shinichi, both asked in a panic, which made everyone else look at them in confusion.

Generally speaking, unless the company's president is too nice, in most cases ordinary employees are happy in their hearts even if they don't show it on their faces, and they won't be like them.

"It's almost like he's worried that he'll be discovered as the murderer."

I don't know who said this suddenly, but the two people who spoke just now turned around and glared back, but in order not to increase their suspicion, they did not refute in the end, and had to vent their anger on Mr. Fujimine.

"So what are you here for!" "Well, keeping client confidentiality is one of the detective's responsibilities, so I can't tell anyone about the mission." Fujimine Maru walked to the windowsill, took out his cell phone and asked the uncle if Officer Nishimura could come over, but there was no response.

He hesitated for a while and decided to tell his brother what happened at the scene. He asked Yuji to find a way to get the police to come, and then he closed his phone and continued to reason.

"Judging from the water droplets on the inner wall of the bento, this bento was completed very recently, no more than two hours ago."

In other words, the lunch box that the president eats must have been carefully prepared by someone else, and as soon as it was prepared, someone else could not wait to bring it to him to eat.

"Who made the bento?"

President Matsushita did not wear a ring on his hand, so Mr. Fujimine believed that he was either not married or divorced. In both cases, it was unlikely that he would have a wife to prepare lunch for him.

"It should be the secretary, Ms. Inoue. Although she is a secretary, she seems to have a close relationship with President Matsushita."

Mitarai's eyes moved back and forth between the secretary and the corpse, but his sneaky glance at Mr. Tanaka did not escape Fujimine's eyes. He looked between Tanaka, Matsushita and Inoue meaningfully, and then turned to Ms. Inoue to confirm.

"Ms. Inoue, can you please tell me what is your relationship with President Matsushita?"

"I say, you are a detective who appeared out of nowhere. Why do you ask us to reveal all our privacy to you? I really can't stand it."

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Miss Inoue kept pursing her lips, she lowered her head to look at the floor, and rubbed her legs back and forth. The rustling sound of her transparent stockings made Mr. Fujimine almost unable to concentrate, so he had to pretend that he didn't care.

"Really? Anyway, if we ask the police to check your house and Mr. Matsushita's house, they will find something wrong."

It was a clear threat. Miss Inoue looked at Fujimine with some suspense, opened her mouth and hesitated for a long time, but finally spoke out clearly.

"He...he promised to give me a promotion..."

It has been said very clearly, and there is no need to repeat it further. Mr. Fujimine glanced at the soy sauce stains on President Matsushita's hands and a dark mark on the inside of Miss Inoue's thigh, swallowing his saliva.

"President Matsushita's lunch box is..."

"I did it for him." Miss Inoue lowered her head, feeling that the men behind her were looking at her with a lewd look, and felt a little dissatisfied.

"It's my turn to make his lunch box today. As for the dessert and fruit after the meal, I don't know."

"Today? What do you mean?"

The whole office was in an uproar. (End of this chapter)