The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1277 The most outstanding episode of the Japanese police!
Upon hearing this, Reiko Kujo frowned but did not reply.

Fujino glanced at her and then said, "If it weren't for the Kujo family backing you up back then, you probably wouldn't be able to become a prosecutor in Tokyo, right?"

“Usually, in this situation, you’re lucky if you’re not marginalized.”

"Those people can't fire you from your job, but they can transfer you to some godforsaken place to torment you."

"Just like your old boss, isn't it?"

This time, Reiko Kujo's expression changed; her eyes became much sharper, and her demeanor became unnatural.

What I just said didn't bother her.

That really stung her.

"As expected, it's because of your boss."

Looking at the expression on her face, Fujino understood her motive: "I'm sorry, I just tested you a little. Don't remember it. You prosecutors probably use this kind of method often too."

"..." Reiko Kujo's expression remained unchanged, but there seemed to be something in her eyes that she wanted to say. In the end, she didn't say it. She just took a deep breath and said in a light tone, "In my memory, I don't think I have ever met you."

"What you said today doesn't seem like something a stranger who's only met twice should say."

"I was just repaying a favor."

Fujino placed his hands on the table. "I don't really like owing favors. I can't easily repay the favors I owe the Kujo family. It's perfect to repay them here."

"Take this evidence, send those two to jail, and don't investigate the case from back then."

At this point, Fujino said in a deep voice, "Continuing the investigation will have serious consequences."

"I'm afraid I have to apologize to you." Reiko Kujo gently shook her head. "My family matters don't concern me much, and I can't do you a favor for me."

Fujino chuckled and snorted, crossing his arms: "In any case, it's better to send this evidence to you."

"There's no use for this thing if I keep it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Reiko Kujo's phone suddenly beeped, indicating that the message had been sent.

She glanced at Fujino with her eyes and said, "Consider this a favor I owe you."

"As you please."

Fujino watched as Reiko Kujo stood up and left.

Akemi Miyano had been secretly watching, and after Reiko Kujo left, she walked over in small steps and whispered, as if she were doing something wrong, "Hey, little brother, what does she do?"

"Prosecutor."

"Being a prosecutor is a secure job..."

"?"

Fujino looked at her, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Sis, what are you thinking?"

"Well..."

"Don't be so ridiculous. From a bloodline perspective, she and I are close relatives."

"what?"

"It has some connection to our Fujino family, though not a deep one, but there is definitely some connection in terms of bloodline and genes."

"That's it!"

"..."

Fujino looked at the woman in front of him, whom he called "older sister," and was speechless. He didn't know how to describe her at the moment.

So, why are you acting completely differently now than when you treated Xiao Hongye like a mother-in-law?

Of course, Fujino wasn't lying; if they were related by blood, then they were indeed.

Based on the information Hiroki gathered, Kujo Reiko belongs to the Kujo family and appears to be Kujo Susumu's younger cousin or older sister.

As for myself, that's hard to say.

All I can say is that the relationships between these aristocratic families are incredibly complicated.

No one can say for sure who is whose sister or brother.

Anyway, since I'm from the Teng generation, it's perfectly fine for this guy to call me "brother".

The major premise is that it is Fujiwara, not Fujino.

Compared to Akemi, who is always overthinking what gossip her younger brother has to offer.

Ai Haibara, who had just seen Reiko Kujou arrive, was more composed. She asked Fujino, "Has this prosecutor come to ask you for evidence?"

"Yes, I gave it to her."

Fujino responded and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window: "However, it seems she has no intention of giving up on getting to the bottom of this."

Ai Haibara glanced at him with her small eyes, a hint of helplessness appearing on her otherwise expressionless face: "Well, just like a detective."

"Who says it's not?"

Fujino casually ruffled the cat's hair: "It's a bit of a shame that she's bound by rules and regulations by becoming a prosecutor instead of a detective."

Ai Haibara shuddered, took a deep breath, and said, "However, it seems she's going to be in trouble this time. She might actually end up becoming a detective."

"Good fortune and misfortune are intertwined."

Fujino continued pulling, watching Kujou Reiko's departing figure: "There are some things that she needs to experience firsthand in order to gain some understanding."

…………

As night fell, rain began to fall.

Sitting in his office, leisurely sipping tea, Fujino held a coffee cup, quietly watching the rain fall, the streets bustling with traffic, and pedestrians running into the Snow King Ice City to take shelter from the rain, then, unable to refuse, ordering a drink to earn a little extra money.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

It was Miwako Sato who called.

As soon as I answered the phone, someone shouted anxiously, "That Takeuchi guy is dead!"

"Oh, he's dead. Send me his location and I'll come over right now."

“?” Sato Miwako silently typed a question mark on the other end of the phone. She didn’t understand why Fujino was so calm.

Could it be that they had foreseen this guy's death all along?
Confused, she asked, "Aren't you going to ask how he died?"

"Wouldn't you know when you get to the crime scene?"

Fujino said in a flat tone, pulling up his suit jacket from the chair and putting it on: "If you want to talk here, that's fine too."

"..." Sato Miwako was speechless for a moment.

She wanted to slap her forehead, annoyed: I shouldn't have asked that professional sarcastic person!
The two went to Takeuchi's apartment to meet up.

Because the prosecutor was present at the crime scene, the police responded very quickly.

They came straight from the nearby Toriya Town Police Station.

Of course, even faster than the police officers at the Toriya Town Police Station were the bystanders living nearby.

The rain couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the onlookers, who gathered outside the cordon with umbrellas to watch the spectacle.

The traffic jam forced Fujino and Sato Miwako to get out of their car and walk in.

The two officers presented their identification, and Sato Miwako, a police inspector and an elite member of the First Investigation Division, immediately became the on-site commander. As commander, Sato Miwako began questioning the officers who had arrived first:

"What's going on with this case?"

The police officer in the uniform and raincoat was an old acquaintance; he was the same officer who had taken Fujino to have his car inspected before.

Upon seeing the two, he secretly sighed in his heart: As expected of the elites of the General Bureau, they even foresaw that someone would die. It's as if people die wherever they go!
However, he could not say this outright, so he could only introduce the deceased as Mr. Hiroaki Takeuchi, who had just been released on bail today and then jumped from the sixth floor of his own balcony. It was definitely a suicide. The eyewitnesses at the time were his wife, Mrs. Takeuchi, and Ms. Reiko Kujo, the Tokyo District Prosecutor.

"They witnessed Mr. Takeuchi jump off the balcony with their own eyes."

"A suicide note was also found at the crime scene."

As he spoke, he looked to the side and saw Reiko Kujo wearing a coat, with a police officer holding an umbrella to kindly shield her from the rain.

"Can you confirm it was suicide?" Sato Miwako looked away, glancing at Fujino out of the corner of her eye.

Fujino: "..."

So why are you looking at me like that?
You suspect that I brought him bad luck and killed him?
Sato Miwako didn't say anything, but her eyes showed that she had already marked one more unlucky guy who was killed by Fujino in her heart's little notebook.

The police officer at the Toriya Town Police Station was unaware of the details between the two and simply replied, "There's no doubt about that for now, but the actual conclusion will have to wait for the forensic report."

"Okay, you can continue the search. If you find anything suspicious, remember to let me know."

"Yes!"

Sato Miwako looked at the saluting police officer in front of her, crossed her arms and nodded, looking very dashing.

Fujino asked, "Aren't you going to investigate?"

"What are you investigating? We still have you, the great detective, here we are!"

Sato Miwako crossed her arms, her tone sounding somewhat sarcastic, but she finally explained, "Besides, compared to someone like me who specializes in murder cases, they are more skilled at investigating suicide cases, since they are usually the ones who handle suicide cases."

Fujino could understand what Sato Miwako meant by those words.

Generally speaking, in Tokyo, the Metropolitan Police Department doesn't deploy police officers very often.

For example, the idea that the loss of a chicken or duck would warrant the attention of the Metropolitan Police Department is pure nonsense.

Most cases are handled by the local police station, which, in terms of function, is equivalent to the municipal police department of a city.

Japan's ecological niche is similar to that of a certain mysterious University of Tokyo, with a structure divided into provinces, cities, prefectures, etc. Some resident offices are positioned the same as police stations, and in the past, they were even called police stations.

A police station is equivalent to a municipal police department; for example, the Beika Town Police Station is the municipal police department of Beika City.

The Metropolitan Police Department, located further up, is equivalent to a provincial police department.

Therefore, unless it is a serial murder case or a major murder case that the local police department is completely incapable of handling, the local police department will handle most cases if it can. For example, in a case of suicide with clear facts, the Metropolitan Police Department will not take action.

Otherwise, what are we doing spending so much taxpayer money to support these low-level Japanese police officers?

That's why she said this group of people are familiar with this kind of case.

However, Fujino, who was extremely familiar with the world of Detective Conan, did not think so: "You say they are skilled at handling these kinds of cases, is there any possibility that..."

"They treated homicides or staged suicides as suicides?"

"what?"

Sato Miwako, who understood what Fujino meant, was stunned for a moment.

She felt that what Fujino was saying was a bit outrageous.

What constitutes homicide being treated as suicide?

While it's not entirely impossible, these are all rare possibilities!
What kind of image do you have of us police officers?

Fujino thought to himself: It's hard to say.

…………

Reiko Kujo is in a bad state right now, with her head drooping, looking like the bear from Bear Ridge whose honey has been stolen.

Sato Miwako naturally noticed her, so she stepped forward and said, "You must be Prosecutor Kujo Reiko?"

"you are?"

"Miwako Sato, Metropolitan Police Department First Investigation Division."

Miwako Sato showed her identification.

She asked doubtfully, "The First Investigation Division shouldn't be involved in suicide cases, right?"

"Or……"

"Yeah, that's right."

Sato Miwako glanced at Fujino and continued, "I am the police officer temporarily in charge of Mr. Takeuchi's hit-and-run case. I rushed here as soon as I heard the news of Mr. Takeuchi's death."

As she spoke, she looked at Reiko Kujo: "I just heard from the police officers present that you witnessed the deceased jumping off his own balcony, is that right?"

"..." Kujo Reiko paused for a moment, then nodded: "That's right."

Could you describe the situation in detail?

"I……"

"Sister Sato, she's probably terrified right now."

"what?"

Sato Miwako was slightly taken aback when Fujino interrupted her question. Fujino explained calmly, "She's different from you police officers who are on the front lines. She definitely can't accept seeing someone jump to their death right in front of her."

"Oh!"

Miwako Sato responded with a sound of understanding.

Prosecutors, to put it bluntly, are like the supervisory team. They usually work from the rear, responsible for collecting evidence and prosecuting, and have never experienced the real, brutal scenes.

Where else can you find as many dead bodies and tragedies as we, the police officers fighting on the front lines?
The best episode ever of the Japanese police!
So she comforted him, "Yes, Prosecutor Kujo, I can understand how you feel. If you can't say it right now, it's okay to rest and calm down."

"It's fine to talk about it when we get back and give our statement."

"..." Kujo Reiko fell silent for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

Who said I didn't want to talk? Didn't you interrupt me?

Please, stop talking to yourselves!
She took a deep breath and said, "I did see Mr. Takeuchi jump off the balcony."

“You don’t need to consider my feelings. After all, I’m a prosecutor.”

When she spoke of the prosecutor, her tone was a bit harsh, clearly because she felt slighted and somewhat resentful.

Upon hearing her speak, both Sato Miwako and Fujino looked over.

Sato glanced at Fujino: You little brat, you're deliberately provoking her, aren't you?
Fujino's eyes conveyed a sense of helplessness: Of course, someone as gentle as me is thinking of her!

Miwako Sato gave him a sly look: I don't believe you for a second!
Fujino shrugged, turned to Kujou Reiko, and greeted her, "So, Prosecutor Kujou, we meet again?"

"..." Kujo Reiko's expression was a little strange. She didn't agree, but lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Is this the consequence you mentioned?"

"All I can say is that things that haven't happened yet are uncertain."

Fujino couldn't see her eyes, but he inexplicably felt that her tone was a little bitter. He responded in a flat tone, "If we're talking about anticipation, I did anticipate it, but I also anticipated many other things."

"So, you're going to blame me for not warning you?"

(End of this chapter)