The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1146: He is indeed a good man. Can you put down our gun?
Miwako Sato returns before the concert begins.

She walked over to Fujino's box seat, sat down behind him, and whispered, "The explosive ordnance disposal team is here to check for explosives. Inspector Megure is also on standby outside. The security on site has also been replaced by our people. This place will be blocked after the concert starts."

"Are you guys a bit over the top?"

Fujino nodded. "I have checked all the bombs. They were all dismantled by that guy, Rice Flower Batman, leaving only the shells. The explosive ordnance disposal team only needs to take the shells away. There is no danger. Besides, the murderer is alone, so he can't escape."

"It's better to be prepared..."

Miwako Sato recalled what she had just seen and couldn't help but said with a trembling heart, "This guy is simply a lunatic. When we rushed into his house to search just now, we found five or six bombs in the basement of his villa. Fortunately, he was caught. If he hadn't been caught, he would have used these bombs and killed countless people. If he had gotten away, it would have been troublesome for him to have any backup plan."

"No, he will not use these bombs to kill other people. From the beginning, he was ready to die with everyone."

"how do you know?"

"He's just a madman, not a murderous executioner."

"What's the difference?"

"Of course."

Fujino crossed his arms and looked quietly at the crowd in the concert hall. "As for this, I think there are two kinds of lunatics. One kind will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals and the will in their hearts, while the other kind is a lunatic who enjoys killing and takes pleasure in slaughtering. A lunatic is a lunatic and cannot be confused with a butcher. I don't understand what goals he has in his heart. After all, lunatics are usually not understood by outsiders, unless you are a lunatic like him."

Miwako Sato was speechless for a moment: "Just like what I told you, there is only one step between genius and madness... Come to think of it, he is indeed a genius. It seems that he made all these bombs by himself while learning... He still has the energy to do this at such an old age, which is really amazing... So it is the difference between a madman who kills people for no reason and a madman who kills people for a reason, right?"

Fujino nodded: "You can understand it that way."

"What are you talking about?"

At this time, Suzuki Sonoko couldn't help but turn around and ask.

She was really curious about what Fujino and Sato Miwako were whispering about.

Fujino waved his hand, showing no reservations towards this curious young lady:
"Just a murderer who wanted to blow up the concert hall."

“It’s going to blow up… wuwuwu…”

"Keep your voice down."

Fujino's simple answer made Suzuki Sonoko scream in surprise. Upon seeing this, Fujino reached out his hand, covered her pink lips, and suppressed her, fearing that her words would let everyone who didn't know the current situation know that there was a bomb installed in the concert hall that could blow everyone up.

Fujino couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Yuanzi, Yuanzi, please be more careful.

This noisy personality...

It's really a headache.

It’s not that Yuanzi is stupid, it’s just that her personality is a little eccentric.

After being slightly suppressed by Fujino, she immediately understood what he meant...

But Fujino-senpai's hands are so soft, just like cotton candy...

Isn't this a bit too intimate?
Hey hey hey ~
Fujino felt his hand was a little wet, so he immediately pulled it back, looked at the saliva on it and fell into deep thought.

This rich woman from the Suzuki family is so old, why is she still drooling like a child?
This little girl is so wet.

Seeing this, Haibara Ai, who was standing next to her, took out a handkerchief and handed it to Fujino, then looked back at the concert hall.

Fujino wiped his hands with a handkerchief, somewhat confused about this operation.

Could it be that he is afraid that I will become greedy for Yuanzi's saliva?
What kind of pervert do you take me for?
…………

The concert goes on.

The sounds of the organ and violin are melodious, and the soprano's tunes penetrate the soul.

It’s like the sunlight penetrates the haze and shines into people’s hearts.

There seems to be a sense of divine destiny in it.

This is the power of the church's praise of the illusory divine Lord.

This is the power of music.

Music, with its special tones, awakens the subconscious beliefs in people's hearts.

Because of the music, we resonate with the pain, because of the music, we rush forward recklessly and face death fearlessly.

As the song "My Heart Is With You" echoed at the end, Fujino put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked up the stairs.

Under the light of the stairwell, I walked slowly up to the box upstairs.

As a song ended, chaotic applause broke out in the concert hall.

In the luxurious independent room on the top.

Pu and Jiang pressed the remote control in their hands frantically.

According to his idea, when this song ends, the bomb in the concert hall will explode!

First the organ, then this side, and finally the entire concert hall!
But why is nothing happening now?
"Explode!"

"Explode!"

"Why don't you blow it up! Blow it up for me!!"

Pu and Jiang roared wildly, becoming insane.

Unfortunately, this is not an idealistic world. If it were an idealistic world, the obsession and persistence in his heart might have moved the heavens and triggered some outrageous miracle.

But, this is the world of science, although there is a saying that idealism can improve combat effectiveness.

But, interfering with reality does not exist.

On the stage, Reiko Akiba looked up and remembered the promise she made with Fujino.

She looked towards Fujino's box and saw that he had disappeared, so she knew it was time for her to show off.

She took a deep breath and looked at the audience.

Although a little embarrassed, he began to sing loudly:

"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me..."

(Amazing grace, so graceful and sweet, could redeem a sinner like me...)
The voice of Akiba Reiko echoed, making Domoto Isshige, who had just finished playing, confused.

No, miss, what do you mean?

Why add more drama?

Aren’t you tired from singing for such a long time? I am tired!

Please take care of the elderly!

Domoto had no choice but to turn around and continue playing.

Suddenly, the sound of the performance began to echo in the concert hall again.

This made the furious Pu and Jiang stunned.

"How's it going? Does it sound good?"

"Mr. Puhejiang, I specially asked Miss Akiba Reiko, who almost became your daughter-in-law, to sing this for you."

"It's you?!"

Pu and Jiang immediately recognized the owner of the voice. They turned around and looked in the direction behind them. They saw Fujino standing at the door. Fujino put one hand in his pocket, walked into the room, and walked to the large French window without looking back. He looked outside and said, "Don't try to press the remote control again. I have dismantled the bomb. There is nothing to blow up even if you press it again."

Upon hearing this, Pu Hejiang dropped the remote control in his hand to the ground with a "snap". He took two steps back, his face full of surprise: "What on earth are you..."

Fujino didn't plan to waste any more words, and glanced at him and said, "Even if you hide, your injuries will affect your movements."

"It's still one step short..."

Upon hearing this, Pu Hejiang immediately realized where he had been exposed. He sighed and sat down on the sofa behind him with a thump: "If I had made up my mind to kill her, I'm afraid this wouldn't be the result."

"Do not."

Fujino shook his head: "From the moment Akita Reiko touched me, you couldn't kill her. I want to protect her, and no one can take her away."

"Besides, would you have the heart to attack your son's favorite woman?"

"..."

Pu Hejiang fell into a long silence, and finally could only laugh: "Now that things have come to this, I have nothing to say. I have nothing now. The career I loved was betrayed, my wife died in an accident, and my son also died in an accident. I have nothing to be nostalgic about anymore!"

As he said this, he pulled out a pistol from his inner pocket and said, "Call Domoto over here so that I can have a final break with him!"

"Put the gun down!"

At this time, Sato Miwako, who had been hiding outside the door with a gun in her hand, saw that the situation was not good, pointed it at Puhejiang's forehead and was ready to shoot at any time.

Fujino noticed this and stretched out his hand towards her, signaling her not to shoot.

Miwako Sato had a gloomy face and narrowed her eyes, but she still kept her hand on the trigger, aiming at Puhejiang's brain stem.

Fujino turned around, looked at Pu and Jiang, and whispered:
"Type 54 Black Star..."

"You bought it from an arms dealer who smuggled arms here?"

Fujino looked at the pistol in his hand and felt it was very familiar. He immediately recognized the model of the gun.

It has to be said that the Type 54 Black Star was indeed one of the best-selling guns in the smuggled gun market in Japan, South Korea and Southeast Asia in the early years.

It is powerful, inexpensive, durable, easy to maintain, and has a low failure rate. It has no other disadvantages except that it is not very accurate when shooting right after drawing the gun.

In the early years when the cost of smuggling was low, conscientious merchants even gave away bullets, which were essential weapons for murder, arson and bank robbery.

The desperate Puhejiang had no intention of chatting with Fujino. Of course, he also noticed Sato Miwako who was pointing a gun at him, and whispered: "At this point, there is no point in me killing anyone else. This gun is for me to commit suicide. Call Domoto Ichibo over!"

"I have something to say to him face to face!"

Fujino: "..."

Do you take me for an idiot?
I don't mean to hurt anyone~
Is this what you can say?
I was almost smoking when I was defusing the bomb with you last night, okay?!

Fujino showed dead fish eyes, and with a thought, he instantly activated the system enhancement, and suddenly felt that the world around him slowed down.

Then, he suddenly grabbed Puhe and Jiang's hands and lifted them up, and with his other hand he turned the safety off.

Pu and Jiang were unable to react in time and their pistols were snatched away.

Then I felt a sharp pain in my head.

After hitting Puhejiang on the head with the butt of his pistol, Fujino took out the magazine and complained:

"If you don't want to shoot someone, don't point your gun randomly. You won't even pull the trigger. You'll be shot to death if you do that. Do you understand?"

"...?"

Pu and Jiang were completely stunned. Seeing their pistols suddenly in the other party's hands, they felt like they were dreaming.

Who is this person? Is he so perverted?

Before he could recover, Miwako Sato saw this and quickly kicked the pistol into her inner pocket, then ran up to him in her high heels, making a "click, click, click" sound.

She pushed Puhejiang to the ground and pressed one side of his face hard into the ground.

He was afraid that Fujino would start from zero frame in the next second and give the old man a righteous beating, sending him directly to the ICU.

"Okay."

"He's already so old, it would be troublesome if you broke his bones."

"Aren't they all disarmed?"

Fujino was helpless about the violent behavior of the shrew. He waved his hand and pulled Sato Miwako away.

Sato Miwako snorted coldly: "Humph, you are a very nice person!"

Fujino scratched the back of his head with his left hand: "Of course, I am a recognized three-good youth!"

Sato Miwako: "..."

So why didn’t you say that you were a model young person when you beat up the gangsters?

"..."

Pu Hejiang, who was lying on the ground, looked at Fujino, whose attitude suddenly improved, with dead eyes and did not feel any warmth.

Well, you are a very nice person indeed.

Could you please move the gun that is pointing at me with your right hand?
If you hadn't been pointing a gun with the safety off at my head, I would have almost believed it!

Fujino glanced at him, put the gun in his pocket naturally, and then pulled him up from the ground: "Behave yourself and stop doing tricks. You can meet Domoto Issei later if you want to. Now, just listen to the music. I asked Akiba Reiko to sing this for you."

"You'd want to hear it, right?"

"After all, this was your son's favorite music when he was alive."

After Fujino's words, a complex emotion emerged in Puhejiang's eyes.

He looked towards the stage and saw a white figure singing soulfully.

In a trance, the most profound impression in my memory emerged again.

The past, everything that happened.

Fujino stood quietly by the side, and suddenly said: "Actually, I'm quite curious. I can understand you killing those four people, but what's your intention in blowing up Domoto Issei and everyone else?"

"I worked as his tuner for thirty-five years..."

"Stop, I know all this, tell me something I don't know."

Fujino immediately stopped Puhejiang and asked him to get to the point: "I want to know what you think."

"I just want a quiet night back."

Pu Hejiang said in a deep voice: "After my wife and son left one after another, the job I loved also betrayed me. This guy Domoto Yihui abandoned the piano for no reason and turned to the organ. He even built the Domoto Music Museum for this purpose and let me, who doesn't understand music, be the director..."

"This heavy blow hit me so hard that even music became a harsh, discordant sound in my ears. Every night I would be awakened by the nightmare of this discordant tone!"

"I know, this is all because of Domoto Ichihashi, and this damn concert hall and organ!"

"So, I'm going to destroy them!"

Fujino touched his chin, trying to understand the mental state of the old man Puhejiang.

However, he couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all.

It's both a nightmare and a harsh and discordant sound. It's really quite profound.

(End of this chapter)