The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1340 Bourbon: I really want to join the club!

What else can be done about this?

Just eat cold dishes with rice.

The police were called, but what could they do when they arrived? The person involved hadn't even said a word.

Are we really going to file charges of sexual harassment and forced molestation against her husband and send him to jail?

Please, the couple is married. If having a relationship after marriage can be considered coercion or threat, that would be outrageous.

Moreover, the social conditions in Japan would not allow such a case to occur.

That's what the older woman, Vermouth, thinks.

So I immediately understood Fujino's intention—to prevent the girl from harming her body by having a child too early, and that's why he used the medicine.

Thinking of this, she crossed her arms and teased, "I didn't expect you to be so gentle."

"Yes, many people do say I'm gentle."

Compared to the old lady who accepted this hastily made-up lie.

Fujino felt that he was a super genius.

This trick completely fooled the old lady, leaving her speechless.

Through his understanding of the world of Detective Conan, Fujino gradually grasped the essence of Japan.

Although the Japanese server is a precursor to the Chinese server, and there's a saying that we should look to the Japanese server for the next 10 years, the Japanese server has accumulated mature experience in dealing with false accusations...

Putting aside other issues, in terms of cyberbullying, the Japanese server is also a pioneer, and it's even more extreme.

Moreover, most judges are robust men from the Heisei era, plus middle-class men, so there's no such thing as a "confidante sister" to them.

Which aspect of the judgment can they interpret as a threat to themselves?

As is well known, the timeline of the Detective Conan world is at the turning point between the 90s and the 00s.

What do your things from the 10s and 20s have to do with my things from the 00s?
"Ha ha……"

Faced with Fujino, who was standing with his arms crossed, looking like he had gotten a good deal but was still acting innocent, and who seemed to be thinking about something silly with a silly grin, the old lady Vermouth just chuckled.

You're kind to others, but to me it's all just manipulation and scheming, right?
Can't you be a little gentler with me?
Faced with this double standard, the old lady felt extremely resentful and began to grumble.

There's nothing wrong with my face, so why is this kid so stubborn?
The elderly woman was helpless.

If it were a normal young boy, he would probably be head over heels for her after just one flirtation.

But this made her wonder if the guy was some kind of gay man with a strange sexual orientation.

Thinking about her attitude towards those girls, she immediately dismissed the idea.

Looking around at herself and those girls, the older woman felt there was no difference.

Perhaps the only difference is age?
The older woman pondered for a moment: Shirley looks no different from a child right now, which made me forget about that seventeen-year-old girl from earlier...

It seems like the younger you are, the more likely you are to gain this guy's favor.

They wouldn't even bother with an old lady like me.

Could this kid be a lolicon who likes young girls?

Vermouth pondered for a moment, as if she had discovered the truth.

In that case, no wonder...

…………

Meanwhile, our dark-skinned young man, codenamed Bourbon, is infiltrating Beihu Central Hospital.

He was pulling a cart with rags and buckets hanging on it. He was wearing a white work uniform, a mask, and a hood, revealing only his eyes and the white skin around them used for disguise.

Their fully armed appearance reflects the Japanese people's yearning for the spirit of craftsmanship.

This is absolutely a cleaning genius!

Unlike doctors, patients cannot easily leave their wards and floors to go to other floors.

As a cleaner, Bourbon's movements were unrestricted.

Using his identity as a cleaner as cover, he successfully infiltrated the third floor.

As he walked, he secretly calculated in his mind: "Now that the first and second floors have been searched, only the third and fourth floors remain."

"There are significantly more foreigners on the third floor, but I don't know if they're all on that floor."

"The fourth floor still needs to be searched, but unfortunately it's not the floor I'm assigned to."

"In that case, we need to find a way to build a relationship with the senior nurses who are in charge of scheduling shifts."

Just as he was pondering this, a figure dressed in black suddenly walked in front of him.

Bourbon, who was deep in thought, seemed to have triggered something.

I looked up and saw that man!

Rye whiskey!
That knitted hat, that black vest, those black pants!
Most importantly, that black eyeshadow looks like it was applied with makeup, or like it's been worn for countless nights of staying up late!

Bourbon will never forget these features in his life!

That despicable bastard who killed his own comrade!
In an instant, his aura gradually became heavy, and a murderous intent emerged in his eyes as memories surfaced.

"?"

Shuichi Akai, who was passing by, silently typed a question mark, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He turned around and saw the back of a cleaner pushing a cart.

For a moment, he hesitated.

Logically speaking, one's own perception should not be wrong.

What the heck is this cleaner?

Just as he was wondering, a voice suddenly came:
"This is awful, when will I ever get off work...?"

"That old woman in bed three actually threw her poop on the floor, she deserves to die!"

"..."

Shuichi Akai fell silent upon hearing this, then turned and left quietly.

I was terrified. I thought some old enemy had infiltrated and was trying to kill me.

So he was just a resentful working man!

That's fine.

Meanwhile, our "King of Hired Managers," Bourbon, restrained his emotions at this moment.

He glanced sideways at Shuichi Akai behind him out of the corner of his eye.

This hateful guy...

If we capture him, we'll take him back to the organization along with Kiel.

My status should be further elevated then, right?

Bourbon knew perfectly well that he had not yet infiltrated the organization's core.

Although I was able to contact the boss directly, it was only by sending emails.

They've never actually met...

The methods for dismantling organizations and gathering intelligence are severely limited.

It is estimated that the only way to obtain more intelligence is to gain more power within the organization.

To gain power within an organization, one must gain the organization's trust.

In other words, it means gaining the boss's trust.

The best way to gain the BOSS's trust is to contribute to the organization and to the BOSS. This includes, but is not limited to: completing organizational missions, rescuing members, eliminating traitors, generating profits for the organization, creating cutting-edge technology, and obtaining necessary intelligence.

Bourbon gave up on things like generating profits for the organization and cutting-edge technology.

As a police academy student, it's impossible for me to do scientific research.

That leaves only two major achievements: capturing the traitors and rescuing the organization members.

Right now, this rye guy is practically a walking achievement box.

Even if we don't kill them, capturing them is still a great achievement!
Despite being an undercover agent himself, Bourbon shouldn't have done this.

But what can you do when the other side is the FBI, not the Japanese Public Security Bureau!

You bunch of FBI idiots, you stinking outsiders actually came to Japan to cause trouble...

If I don't take action against you, who will I take action against?
Besides, you can't blame me for this. Who told you to kill Jing and become a new member of the organization back then using this method...

Bourbon looked away, his mind now filled with a desire to join the club that he had never felt before.

I'm sorry, Rye, I really want to join the club!

…………

"Miss Sakura, if you need anything, just press this button to call me..."

"OK, thanks……"

Our beloved wife, Hondo Sakurako, has now been moved to a private hospital room. The nurse in charge brought her over, and after she was settled in, the room immediately became quiet.

She lay on the soft bed, feeling its gentle softness, and for a moment, she felt lost and confused.

It just felt a bit unrealistic.

He had initially thought his mission would be extremely difficult...

I never expected it to be so simple!
Moreover, I can stay in such a comfortable hospital room.

For some inexplicable reason, Fujino's image became even more lofty in his mind.

Just as he was thinking this, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Then, Fujino, whom they had just met and who was disguised as a doctor, entered the ward.

Upon seeing this, Hondou Sakurako instinctively wanted to greet them politely.

Then Fujino shushed him back.

Upon seeing this, Hondou Sakura nodded obediently, immediately understanding what it meant.

Well, it would be terrible if, while lying in wait, someone suddenly called out the real names of others.

As expected of Detective Fujino, he's incredibly meticulous...

He was secretly reflecting on this when he heard Fujino ask, "How's it going to adapt?"

"It's alright..." he replied, glancing at his women's clothing and light, airy skirt. "It's just a little awkward."

Fujino felt much relieved after hearing this: "Then there's nothing to worry about. Those who work in the undercover business must remember one thing: don't be shameless."

"..."

“Oh, right, there’s one more thing.” Fujino glanced at the natural eyeshadow on the corners of his cat-like eyes: “You should cover up the corners of your eyes a little. If your sister works in this hospital, people will definitely suspect the relationship between you two.”

Upon hearing this, Hondou Eisuke, who had reverted to his original identity, was taken aback. Only after realizing this did he come to his senses: "How could I have forgotten about this..."

"That's why you can't be careless in this line of work."

Fujino took out a makeup puff and some foundation and handed them to him: "And then there's the issue of your identity."

"what is the problem?"

Hondo Eisuke took the foundation, somewhat puzzled.

Fujino remained silent, only instructing, "If someone asks you what illness you have, just lower your head awkwardly and don't say anything."

"Why……?"

"..."

Fujino paused for a moment, then said, "I didn't want to say this, but I'll tell you anyway."

"The identity I've assigned you is that of a young, promiscuous woman who has just gotten married and accidentally gotten pregnant... not exactly a promiscuous wife."

"...?"

Hondo Eisuke was completely dumbfounded.

No, I'm a man, pregnant, or a married woman or something?!
Is there any mistake?

When people are speechless, they really are speechless.

At this point, he didn't know what to say anymore.

No wonder he acted so embarrassed...

This is really embarrassing!
There's no need to pretend; just asking is enough to make this situation awkward!
Fujino sighed, looking helpless: "There's really nothing I can do about it. I can't think of any other way to keep you in the hospital except for this illness."

As he spoke, he glanced at the legs beneath the skirt in front of him: "After all, I can't exactly break your legs and send you to the hospital, can I?"

"..."

Hondo Eisuke wants to say that compared to being pregnant, he still feels that having his legs broken would be much more satisfying.

But then I thought about how painful it would be to have my leg broken, and the fact that I couldn't go out to find my sister.

He suddenly felt that pregnancy wasn't such an unacceptable thing after all.

Fujino patted his shoulder earnestly: "I didn't tell you this because I was afraid it would embarrass you. But I couldn't keep it from you either, or it would be troublesome if it got out."

"So good for you, Sakura! From now on, you're pregnant. I believe you can play the role of a pregnant woman well!"

"Uh...yes!"

Hondou Eisuke hesitated for a moment, his lips twitching, but he finally responded.

He felt that these inspirational and passionate words, combined with his identity, created a strange feeling.

At the same time, I don't understand why Fujino-nii didn't seem to want to laugh at all when he said those things!

I left Hondo Sakurako's hospital room.

An elderly woman dressed in a cheongsam was waiting outside the door early in the morning.

Upon seeing the elderly woman, Fujino greeted her, "Oh, Nurse Lin, what brings you here?"

"Oh, Dr. Liu was making his rounds."

The older woman gave Fujino a meaningful look, her face full of theatrical smiles: "It seems you really care about this Miss Sakurako."

"Of course, after all, he's still just a child..."

Before Fujino could finish speaking, a cute little nurse walked by and greeted him:

"Dr. Liu, what are you doing here?"

"On rounds, checking on the patients' conditions."

"Then you can continue with your work, doctor..."

Fujino smiled, a kind smile on his face, and turned to continue, "So, Nurse Lin, what exactly is it that you've been waiting here for?"

Vermouth glanced at a passing nurse: "The patients who have registered are already in line, waiting for your treatment."

"Oh, I see. I almost forgot about that."

Fujino nodded, then turned and walked toward the office next door where there was a long queue.

Watching her departing figure, the elderly woman Vermouth narrowed her eyes, her gaze filled with doubt and curiosity:
"What kind of shady scheme is this guy up to now?"

(End of this chapter)