The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1353 Ai Haibara: Because of our man? Then it's alright.

The full moon shone brightly in the deep night. Fujino leaped off the roof and landed steadily about six or seven meters behind the fake Kudo.

He dusted off the hem of his suit jacket and slowly stood up.

Looking at the fake Kudo in front of him, a smile appeared on his face:
"Kudo, it's been so long! The last time we saw each other was at the school festival, wasn't it?"

"And now you want to leave?"

"I...I don't know."

Upon hearing this, the fake Kudo was startled, feeling as if he was about to be exposed. He immediately lowered his head, putting on an innocent expression, and continued, "I don't know how, but I ended up here. It's like something is calling to me..."

"Is that so?"

Fujino's smile remained unchanged, and his words seemed to reveal a hint of genuine emotion: "However, we hit it off immediately, and now you're leaving without even a word..."

"Our parting is imminent, my friend. How about I see you off?"

"...?"

Faced with Fujino's Sendoh's killing move, the fake Kudo did not turn into dust and disappear on the spot.

After all, this isn't some kind of Gu world, but rather the world of Ke Xue (a fictional character).

Faced with Fujino's words, the fake Kudo was puzzled: "I heard... you seem to be Fujino."

"Friends? Have we known each other before?"

“We do know each other.” Fujino quietly looked him over. “However, you are very different from the Kudo I know.”

"Sorry, I don't know either..."

"I'm not talking about amnesia."

Fujino's eyes sharpened, and his aura suddenly expanded like a blade. He said in a deep voice, "In my memory, Shinichi Kudo is only 1.74 meters tall, but you are only 1.71 to 1.72 meters tall."

"Even if a normal person's height changes slightly throughout the day, it shouldn't vary this much."

"You mean if you fell into the water, you'd shrink?"

"I..." Shinichi Kudo looked confused. "I don't know what's going on either."

Fujino stared at him silently for a moment before speaking: "Now that we've said all that, there's no point in continuing the charade, is there?"

"Yada Makoto".

"..."

The fake Kudo in front of him suddenly changed his expression. His eyes first revealed a look of shock, followed by a look of "as expected."

Finally, he sighed, clapped his hands, and said with approval, "You really did recognize that I'm not Shinichi Kudo."

"So, it was just this slight difference in height that made them recognized?"

"As expected of a famous detective."

Fujino ignored the monologue of Makoto Yata in front of him, and simply took out his wooden sword and said, "I don't like to talk nonsense. If I can do something, I'll try not to say anything more."

"You stayed in that room just now, you must have been trying to get some weapon."

"Now I'll give you two choices."

"One option is for you to hand over that thing yourself and turn yourself in."

"One is that I'll beat you until you kneel on the ground and beg for forgiveness."

"Which one do you choose?"

Looking at Fujino pointing a wooden sword at him, Makoto Yata was at a loss for words.

He was speechless.

Helplessly, he voiced his doubts: "Since you know I have a weapon, why did you dare to come to me with just a wooden stick?"

"It doesn't matter."

Fujino said calmly, "After you entered the room, there were no obvious signs of you carrying a weapon. If you did take a weapon, and you used your loose sportswear to cover it up, then it is very likely that it was a gun."

"However, I've never been afraid of armed criminals."

"So, a wooden sword is enough to deal with you."

"Ugh……"

Makoto Yata sighed, seemingly a little tired. "So, you high school detectives are all really naive."

"Originally, I only intended to kill one person, but unexpectedly, a Cheng Yaojin appeared out of nowhere..."

As he spoke, he reached into the inside pocket of his tracksuit: "However, you are right about one thing, thanks to the tracksuit you gave me, it's loose enough."

"Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to secretly take this thing out."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out a black revolver, pointing the dark muzzle at Fujino not far away.

Fujino wasn't surprised, but he looked at it with interest: "The police's new Nambu M60, you got your hands on this gun... You got it from the black market, right?"

"Yes, it really took me a lot of effort to get this gun."

As Makoto Yata spoke, he shook his head slightly: "But it doesn't matter anymore, since you're about to die by this gun."

"is it?"

Fujino tightened his grip on the wooden sword in his hand and chuckled lightly: "However, I'm not going to just let you kill me like that."

Makoto Yata scoffed, "With that firewood stick you're holding?"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Fujino's expression remained unchanged as he calmly said, "Those who used to call this thing a fire poker are now in the ICU."

“In that case, I’ll see you off, my friend.” Makoto Yata’s tone was a little troubled, and he sighed, “If you have to blame someone, you can only blame your eyes for being too sharp.”

Fujino watched as he put his hand on the trigger.

His eagle eyes were already activated, his gaze fixed intently on the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him.

Before his eyes, the direction of the gun muzzle kept evolving in his mind, simulating the trajectory of the bullet after it was fired, and the final point of impact.

This ability doesn't have a specific name, nor is it a cheat code; it's simply using one's own brainpower to simulate images.

It's like when you're calculating geometric formulas, a model appears in your mind.

As reasoning ability continues to improve, mental capacity is simultaneously enhanced, and this ability naturally strengthens in tandem with the enhancement of reasoning ability.

Simply put, it's the power of my thinking.

Having had many experiences of being pointed at with a gun, Fujino had long since become adept at calculating the firing line.

In just a moment, he determined the final bullet's location.

Just as Makoto Yata was about to fire, Fujino suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute!"

"?"

"I bet your gun is empty."

"...?"

Before he could recover, Fujino tightened his grip on the wooden sword, closed his eyes slightly, and raised his hand to swing the sword.

In an instant, a beam of light exploded.

The light illuminated the entire dark earth and lit up most of the night sky.

Meanwhile, Makoto Yata, who was aiming at Fujino, suddenly lost his vision after a blinding flash of light, and was thrown into complete disarray.

Fujino remained vigilant, keeping an eye on the gunfire. He grabbed his wooden sword and sprinted forward, transforming into a black shadow as he quickly swept past from the side. He then turned and closed in on his opponent, grabbing the wooden sword again and slamming it down hard.

"Duang!"

The ethereal sound of the wooden sword colliding with the top of the head rang out and echoed around.

Very soon, very soon.

Makoto Yata fell asleep instantly, with exceptionally high sleep quality, comparable to a baby in a crib.

"Tsk, you know what..."

Fujino weighed the wooden sword in his hand and clicked his tongue.

The effect of this holy light seems pretty good.

It does have some practical effects...

Even without closing your eyes, you'll still be blinded by the indiscriminate glare. However, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

Being hit by the Holy Light is a conceptual level of blindness; you can't see anything at all, and even wearing sunglasses won't help.

It's even more effective than a flashbang.

In actual combat, when facing an enemy armed with light weapons, a simple dodge and agile movement can render their weapon practically useless...

More importantly, this thing doesn't consume anything at all!
It's free, but there are some side effects...

Yes, it's amazing!

"So you realized this guy wasn't Kudo after all!"

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind. Fujino turned around and saw two figures suddenly appear from behind.

One big and one small.

The older one was a young black man whose skin became a complete camouflage in the darkness, with only his white teeth visible in the shadows.

It's like that tooth has come to life.

The other little guy was incredibly short, even shorter than a child.

Yes, these two are none other than Hattori Heiji and Edogawa Conan, who quietly followed us after sensing that Yuda Makoto got up and then Fujino also got up.

Hattori Heiji looked at Yata Makoto lying on the ground and couldn't help but sigh, "But you're still as ruthless as ever..."

"I really don't know how you manage to hit so hard but not kill anyone."

"I'm not afraid of him beating me to death."

"He's carrying a gun, you know," Fujino retorted, speechless. "If I don't go all out, am I supposed to wait for him to shoot me?"

"That's true..."

Hattori Heiji nodded, agreeing with Fujino's assessment.

Once they've pulled out a gun, no matter how ruthless they are, it's always the right thing to do...

After all, compared to a wooden sword, a gun is completely unequal.

However, I really don't know what this guy is thinking.

Pointing a gun at Fujino?

Thankfully, Fujino didn't bring the iron rod today!
Otherwise, the ICU ward would definitely have welcomed another VIP today.

Fujino naturally knew how Hattori Heiji and Conan knew that this guy wasn't the real Kudo.

However, feeling he should give it a try, he still asked, "How did you two figure out he wasn't Shinichi Kudo?"

"Well..."

Heiji Hattori hesitated for a moment, unsure how to answer.

I mean, if the real Kudo is right next to me, how could I not know if this is the real Kudo?

But what's on my mind is what I can't say out loud.

He explained, "I could tell just by feeling it; I always had a feeling something was off about this guy..."

"What's with this amnesia thing? I really don't know what this guy is thinking."

He changed the subject, squatted down, and tugged at the cheek of Makoto Yata, who was lying on the ground: "But this guy is really scary..."

"This face isn't a disguise; it's actually been surgically altered to look like Kudo."

"How could this guy impersonate Kudo to commit murder? Just how much hatred and resentment does he have towards Kudo?"

Heiji Hattori said this while simultaneously asking Conan a question.

The gist of it is: What did you do to push him to this point?
Conan, on the other hand, was quite helpless about this.

How would I know what happened?

If I had known, would I have been tricked into the little house by this fan and locked up, forcing me to crawl through a dog hole to escape?
"It would be better if we asked Kudo himself about this."

"what?"

Heiji Hattori was momentarily stunned by Fujino's sudden outburst.

No, ask Kudo himself...

Could it be that Fujino already knows Conan is Shinichi Kudo?!
Is it time to lay the cards on the table and confirm Shinichi Kudo's identity with Conan?

Under Heiji Hattori's slightly tense gaze, Fujino explained, "This guy definitely won't just be a simple impersonator of Shinichi Kudo."

"I think the purpose of impersonating Shinichi Kudo is to smear Shinichi Kudo or something like that."

"In that case, he must have been certain that he had captured Shinichi Kudo before he impersonated Shinichi Kudo. Otherwise, wouldn't it be awkward for him if the real Shinichi Kudo came out?"

"And before that, Conan even went to look for that guy Kudo, but he couldn't find him."

"I think Kudo must have been locked up."

"Ah this..."

Hattori Heiji was speechless for a moment, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he still quite wanted Conan's identity to be exposed.

Then, he, Fujino, and Kudo formed the iron triangle of the detective world.

However, glancing at Conan, who was still unwilling to reveal his identity, he thought to himself, "But that guy didn't even confirm it was Kudo before locking him up. Where are we going to find Kudo now?"

"You little rascal, you made up some nonsense, and Fujino actually believed it, didn't he?"

"..."

Conan was somewhat speechless upon hearing this.

Okay, I guess I dug this hole for myself...

Let's stall for time first.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "However, we should wait until Kudo wakes up before trying to find out where he is."

"If he doesn't wake up, we won't be able to find Brother Kudo..."

"Hmm, that makes sense. Let's move this guy back first."

…………

"What? This guy isn't Kudo?"

"Was it just plastic surgery?"

"He actually wanted to kill someone and smear Shinichi?"

"Shinichi was actually locked up by this guy!"

The next morning, the girls woke up and learned from several people what had happened the night before, and they were all shocked.

Ai Haibara glanced at Conan and noticed something fishy.

So, he pulled her aside and asked her alone, "So, you're planning to go to that hut and take the antidote to return to Shinichi Kudo's state before that guy wakes up?"

"Yes..." Conan said helplessly, "There's no other way now."

Upon hearing this, Ai Haibara looked at him with disdain, as if she had already seen through the truth of the matter.

Don't you have any other ideas?
I think you just want to turn back into Shinichi Kudo and have a secret rendezvous with your Ran sister, right?

I'm embarrassed to expose you!

"What's with that expression on your face...?"

Conan looked at Ai Haibara, who had a distrustful expression on her face, and was speechless. "This is all thanks to that old man Fujino!"

"If he hadn't mentioned that I'm currently locked up in this small room, would I still need to take medication?"

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, Ai Haibara touched her chin, her expression softening somewhat.

So it was because of my partner...

That's fine.

(End of this chapter)