The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1362 The shrew only regrets not being a rich woman
Revolving sushi restaurants are basically all the same; the shop decor is also quite ordinary, with wooden stools placed in front of a large bar and revolving wheel.

Looking at the conveyor belt sushi restaurant, Fujino felt as if he had been here with a princess from a foreign land.

Okay, I have been here before, but not to this particular place.

The decor of these conveyor belt sushi restaurants was almost identical; I almost thought I had stumbled upon another crime scene.

Fujino thought about it for a moment, and suddenly felt that something like another murder was about to happen here.

isn't it?
I've already encountered a case involving a conveyor belt sushi restaurant myself.

Again?

Ooka Momiji looked quite curious as she faced the conveyor belt sushi counter in front of her: "Can I take any sushi I want here?"

Fujino snapped out of his thoughts and replied, "Yes, you can take as much as you want. It's the kind of sale where you settle the final payment."

"Like a buffet?"

"It's different; everything here costs money."

"Then how do we calculate it?"

Hongye was a little curious, while Fujino shook his head slightly, picked up a plate, glanced at the pattern on it, and said: "By the pattern, each pattern here is different. We just need to wait until the end to calculate the price based on the pattern."

"But why is that?" Hongye touched her chin and asked in confusion, "This way it's no different from a normal sushi restaurant, since you end up paying for each serving anyway."

"This is just a different way of doing fancy tricks."

Fujino chuckled and explained to us, the wealthy young woman who showed no signs of being a commoner, "The price per serving here is very low; our main selling point is low-cost marketing, and you can choose freely."

“If it’s ordered individually, people might calculate how much it will cost, but if it’s like this where you pay at the end… then when you’re getting the sushi, you won’t easily think about the money.”

"It's only a hundred or two hundred yen anyway, so let's just eat it."

"In the end, you'll find that you've inexplicably eaten a huge amount."

Ai Haibara chimed in, "It's just taking advantage of people's desire to save money, like shopping at a discount supermarket, but in the end, you find that you haven't saved a single penny."

"Is that so?"

Hongye nodded, looked at the sushi on the turntable for a while, and then took a plate of it down.

After tasting it, she pouted and said, "It's certainly fresh, but the taste is... a bit disappointing..."

"It's cheap after all." Fujino said with a hint of helplessness, "A serving of sushi here is only 100 yen, which is probably dozens of times cheaper than the sushi you usually eat."

"Haha, did you hear that? They usually eat high-end sushi, so they can really tell the difference."

Just then, a male voice suddenly came from behind them. The group turned around and saw the food critic that Hongye had mentioned earlier, patting the shoulder of a skinny guy next to him and teasing, "Compared to your taste buds, which are so poor you can't taste anything, his are the real taste buds!"

"Hey, look, isn't that your wife's favorite halibut?"

"Brother flounder, aren't you going to eat it?"

"Oh, so this is a sea bass, not a flounder..."

The double chin and the thinness look very familiar.

However, the skinny man's complexion looked very strange.

It seems that you were offended?
Of course, he wasn't the only one who felt offended; Hongye's face fell as she also felt offended.

It's common sense that when you're chatting in public, it's hard to avoid being overheard.

However, no one else would care if they heard it.

But you not only heard it, but you also said it out loud. That's a bit disrespectful, isn't it?
Moreover, it's used to tease others...

Hongye became a little unhappy.

Ai Haibara also glanced at that guy, feeling that he was quite rude.

Fujino gave that guy a sharp sidelong glance.

Under his gaze, the store manager walked over, looking at him with displeasure:
"Sir, please don't shout so loudly, it will disturb the other guests."

"Mind your own business!"

"You're clinging to your sushi business and preferring to be a small shop manager, what right do you have to criticize me?"

"These are two different things..."

"Heh, don't forget I'm a food critic too. I can bankrupt your little shop in less than a week, you believe me?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the woman sitting in the corner: "Just like that fat old lady, in the end she could only sneak into other people's shops to steal food..."

As he spoke, seemingly sensing the gazes directed at him, the man who identified himself as a food critic revealed a fierce expression and shouted to those around him:
"What are you bastards looking at!"

"What catches your eyes?"

Faced with this intimidation, and wanting to avoid trouble, most people kept quiet.

Only Fujino remained fixed on him with her eyes.

He was naturally unhappy immediately, feeling offended.

He walked over and frowned, asking, "What are you looking at?"

"..."

Fujino's eyes remained unchanged, but he slowly stood up, and his aura gradually surged up, constantly washing over him.

In an instant, he felt a chill run through his body, and vaguely had the illusion that he had been slashed countless times.

Momiji and Ai Haibara both frowned, both harboring hostility towards the man.

Momiji turned her head to look at him, her eyes lacking the gentleness she showed when facing Ai Haibara and Fujino, replaced by the cold indifference of someone in a high position looking down at insects in the abyss:

"I remember you, your name was something like Ruzo Gasai, and you were a food critic?"

"..."

Faced with this situation, my wife, Ryuzou, didn't know what to say.

He always felt that this young man in front of him was not simple.

The little girl next to her was even more outrageous...

There's a feeling that my future is completely ruined.

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, the store manager quickly pulled him away: "I can give you the portion you ate for free today. You should leave quickly and not disturb the other customers."

"That's more like it." Hearing this, my wife glanced at the manager, then sat back down in her seat: "Since they've given me a free meal, I'm going to eat my fill before I leave!"

"you!"

The store manager was quite helpless at this point.

He had no good way to deal with this kind of scoundrel.

As long as they don't fight inside his shop, it's fine.

If a fight really breaks out, and someone is accidentally killed, then his little shop will be completely finished.

Kouye looked at Gasai Ryuzou, who had sat back down, and seemed a little angry. She snorted and silently made a mental note of him.

I can tolerate this old lady, but how dare she even dare to speak ill of my Fujino!

He has to pay a price...

She decided that once she got home, she would have Iori Muga investigate this food critic thoroughly and have him review food in other places in the future.

Thinking this to herself, she changed her mind, put away that look, and looked at Fujino with a gentle gaze again.

With a slight hint of guilt, she said, "This guy is really awful. I never imagined he was this kind of person..."

“That’s normal.” Fujino also withdrew his gaze from before: “Some people have one face on the surface, but they’re actually two different people behind the scenes, especially those guys who seem respectable. Sometimes they can be incredibly awful.” Ai Haibara crossed her arms, silently picked up her drink from the table, took a small sip, and then said calmly, “People like that usually don’t live long.”

"what?"

Ooka Momiji was slightly puzzled by what she heard and looked at her little gray cat.

Although he looks somewhat mature and his personality is a bit unpredictable, does our child really talk so outrageously?

Ai Haibara shrugged helplessly.

Anyway, that's what Fujino said.

Fujino also largely agreed with the assessment of Ai Haibara.

Yeah, yelling and shouting in the world of Detective Conan, offending everyone present.

Who will die if you don’t die?

So, I've worked at conveyor belt sushi counters before.

Why are you bringing this to me again?
Fujino was speechless for a moment.

However, compared to this guy who's about to die...

Fujino still cares more about the rice.

Despite the fact that the 100-yen sushi and conveyor belt sushi weren't very good, and that she encountered a silly basket that was ruining her mood, Momiji still enjoyed her meal quite a bit, and even fed the listless gray cat.

Gray Cat: Oh no, stop pretending to be a mother all by yourself!!!

Even in the end, Ruzo Gasai was not killed.

Well, that's a bit surprising.

Why isn't this guy dead yet?

But it's good that no one died.

Fujino didn't really want this guy to die and ruin his good mood for the day.

This meal cost 5,000 yen.

It's actually the price of a normal meal.
Just as I was about to pay the bill.

The food critic named Agasa suddenly clutched his neck in pain, then lay on the ground kicking his legs, and finally foamed at the mouth.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

Everyone in the store was stunned.

They started to riot wildly, fearing that there was something wrong with the food and that they would be poisoned.

This isn't just worrying unnecessarily.

The main point is that in the world of Detective Conan, it is indeed possible for indiscriminate poisoning to occur.

Do you even understand the value of the Detective Conan world?

Hongye stared blankly at the food critic lying on the ground for a moment.

He then turned his slightly questioning gaze to Haibara.

Then, she saw Ai Haibara with an expression of no surprise, arms crossed, quietly looking at the corpse, as if she had expected it all along.

Based on what Haibara had just said, Momiji suddenly swallowed.

Could our daughter be some kind of terrifying witch who maintains the appearance of a child?
How can you say who dies and who dies?

Fujino was used to this kind of scene. He immediately pulled out his Metropolitan Police Department ID and gave a series of classic platitudes to appease the onlookers. Then he took out his phone and dialed his good partner Sato's number.

Soon, Inspector Megure arrived at the scene with Sato.

Upon seeing the Fujino trio, she couldn't help but ask speechlessly, "So, what's going on this time?"

“I went out to eat sushi, and then this guy died,” Fujino explained helplessly. “The cause of death was cyanide poisoning, probably from swallowing it. He just collapsed on the ground and died a short while later.”

Miwako Sato stroked her chin: "If that's the case, then it means he poisoned the sushi, or his hand, or something like that..."

Fujino pondered for a moment: "Of course, it's also possible that they poisoned some kind of obscure sushi and then killed him."

“I’ve encountered a case like this before.”

"is it?"

Sato Miwako looked at her good brother and couldn't help but show a dead fish eye, thinking to herself, "So, you're quite experienced... People die wherever you go, and you've managed to have a second spring again, haven't you?"

Meanwhile, Inspector Megure finished investigating the situation in the shop and asked Fujino, "By the way, Fujino, I heard that the guy who was murdered had an argument with you before he died. What happened?"

"It's nothing, he's just picking a fight."

Fujino explained with his arms crossed, "I was chatting with Momiji at the time, and then that guy heard what she said and used it to tease the guy sitting next to him."

"Then the store manager came out to persuade him, and then he suddenly became furious, as if he had hyperthyroidism, and started shouting loudly at the people who were watching him."

“I ignored him, and then he came to cause me trouble.”

"Huh?" Inspector Megure raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "Little brother, you didn't lay a hand on him, did you?"

"No, that's not true. Don't you know who I am, brother?"

Mu Mu Thirteen: "..."

It's precisely because I know what kind of person you are that I'm afraid you'll make a move, okay?

You're one of those two ruthless duo, the black and white ones, who are on par with Sato, one of my men.

One is a shrew, the other a madman.

One sharpens knives, the other specializes in beating ruthless people.

He cleaved the van in two with a single stroke and kicked a man in the chest until it was shattered.

How can I trust you?

My bro, your record speaks for itself!
Seeing the distrustful look on Inspector Megure's face, Fujino shrugged helplessly: "I was out shopping with friends today, how could I possibly lay a hand on someone?"

Momiji, who was standing next to him, nodded in agreement: "It's mainly because that guy's personality is too awful, but Fujino really didn't lay a hand on him."

"..."

Sato Miwako felt that Fujino's words were somewhat hard to believe.

It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that what you said is really a bit too outrageous...

You don't want to lay a hand on others?
Given your temperament, if you encountered something like this, you'd probably throw a dagger, beat the guy up, and then do a self-defense attack, right?

Our shrew thought to herself, but then she glanced at the girl next to her who had an unusually large figure, golden hair, and looked like she was of mixed race, and who looked somewhat familiar. She lost her curiosity.

Okay, here comes this incredibly wealthy young woman with connections and influence.

It's normal that they don't take action...

I reckon I don't even need to lift a finger; one phone call would be enough to take away that guy's livelihood, leaving him begging under the overpass.

Sato Miwako pursed her lips, feeling inexplicably stifled.

At the same time, I feel a little sorry for Fujino.

Suppressing oneself to please a rich woman...

Sigh, maybe this is the side effect of being a kept man.

Sato Miwako sighed silently, regretting that she wasn't some wealthy heiress who could control everything.

(End of this chapter)