The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1409 Where is morality? Where is justice? Where is mine?!

Ai Haibara's lips curled into a slight smile, as if she found it somewhat amusing.

He was so handsome just now...

But now he's going to pick up knives and stuff.

She thought about it and felt a smile well up in her heart when she saw Fujino's clumsy way of climbing mountains and trees to pick up wooden knives, like a big bear trying to get honey.

It's better not to talk about this kind of thing.

Yes, as long as I know, that's fine.

As for the others, forget it.

This is what Ai Haibara was thinking.

…………

Hattori Heiji, who was standing nearby, originally wanted to chime in and tell everyone about it.

But considering what Fujino just did...

Forget it, that terrifying pressure is just too daunting.

If I were to tell anyone, and it got to Fujino's ears, what good would that do?

I reckon what awaits me is a supersonic wooden sword!
Although Fujino's strike just now did not break the sound barrier, but only reached subsonic speeds of 200 to 300 meters per second, the effect it exhibited was almost indistinguishable from supersonic speed.

After all, when you see someone throw something with this kind of effect, you shouldn't be thinking about whether it's supersonic or not.

The question to consider is whether this person might throw this thing at you.

Hattori Heiji felt a wave of fear just thinking about it, thinking that if the wooden sword were replaced with a steel pipe, he would probably be smashed to pieces in an instant.

Even if you put pieces of it here and there, and even mix them into dumpling filling, it wouldn't be a big problem.

…………

Fujino searched for his wooden sword for a while and finally found it on a cliff.

Looking at the wooden knife embedded deep in the rock, he felt a little tired.

Therefore, it's best to check your surroundings before throwing a wooden sword next time.

If you accidentally drop the wooden sword, that would be a real problem.

Fujino felt quite helpless.

This thing is similar to losing a kite; it's probably going to be very difficult to find.

While this wouldn't be considered a problem for a normal human, for someone like him, who is no longer just a human and is drifting further and further away from each other, more like a humanoid creature as Hattori Heiji described.

It is indeed a nuisance.

Or, next time, how about tying a red string to the knife?
Fujino stroked his chin, feeling that this was a bit inappropriate, since he would also be carried away by the rope...

Just thinking about it, he came up with another great idea.

Eh!
Since I can be carried away by my own force, does that mean if I tie the wooden sword to myself and kick it away, I can also fly away directly?

Fujino immediately thought of a scene from Dragon Ball where someone throws out a stone pillar and flies off on it, and he felt that it had potential.

Fujino pondered to himself, and when he returned to the scene of the crime, he found that the accident scene had already been cleaned up.

The scene was very quiet.

I went with Yamato Kansuke and Uehara Yui to give a statement.

However, Fujino had not forgotten the most crucial matter at hand.

That means requesting a commission from the Torada family.

The expression on the face of the head of the Torada family was quite interesting.

This refers to a situation where "the son of one's own family dies, but the murderer is one's own wife, who even wants to kill her other son."

It's definitely a bit of a breakdown.

However, Fujino didn't care about any of that.

As agreed, the head of the Torada family was to pay a commission fee of ten million yen after the matter was concluded.

Fujino would not abandon his professional ethics just because he felt sorry for the other party.

The case has been investigated and the people have been arrested. Even if the Torada family is unwilling, they still have to pay the commission fee.

In the end, the head of the Torada family, who had lost his wife and children, could only give ten million yen with a complicated expression.

Fujino was in a pretty good mood after receiving the commission.

After leaving the Torada residence, the group had regrouped and were preparing to leave the village. He turned to Hattori Heiji, who had just finished greeting the Ryūo family, and asked, "Hey, Hattori, did you get your commission payment yet?"

"Huh, a commission fee?"

Heiji Hattori, who was being asked the question, was taken aback and didn't quite understand what Fujino meant.

Is there a commission fee?
By the way, it seems that Fujino was asked to come.

There was indeed a commission fee...

Fujino looked at him, a little confused in her eyes: "Of course it's the commission for this case. You didn't ask them for the commission, did you?"

"Ah this..."

Hattori Heiji was stunned for a moment, unable to recover.

A strange expression crossed Fujino's face as she glanced at him: "You didn't really not ask them for the commission fee, did you?"

"No."

"..."

Fujino looked at the silent Hattori Heiji in front of him and didn't know what to say.

Hey kid, don't you charge a commission fee for handling cases?
What kind of black bodhisattva is this!
He mentally scoffed for a moment, but then thought, "Heiji Hattori doesn't seem to be a proper detective, just a high school detective..."

"That's okay."

Fujino wasn't surprised by this; after all, he was a high school detective.

Think about it carefully, there's Shinichi Kudo, Saguru Hakuba, and Heiji Hattori. One is the son of a world-renowned novelist, another is the son of the Metropolitan Police Department Chief, and the third is the son of the Osaka Regional Police Chief.

None of these people are short of money.

As for why he became a detective?
Of course, the main focus is on making a presence felt and generating emotional value...

It is a specialty of the world of Detective Conan.

Upon hearing Fujino mention the request, Kazuha couldn't help but become curious as well.

She wasn't quite sure about the commission fee for Fujino.

To be honest, she didn't even know about the detective's commission fee...

Although her childhood friend was a detective, she was still quite curious about the fees that normal detectives charged for their jobs.

In her memory, her childhood sweetheart could earn hundreds of thousands of yuan in no time just by appearing on a TV show or taking on a commission...

That's equivalent to a normal adult's monthly salary!

So, how much would a famous detective like this charge for a job?

So, she couldn't help but ask, "So, how much is Fujino-kun's commission this time?"

Fujino thought for a moment and said, "Well, I can't say anything about the client's request."

"This number, I'll say."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, making a five and a three, which together formed the number eight.

Kazuha Toyama scratched his head: "Eight hundred thousand?"

Hattori Heiji, standing next to her, glanced at her sideways and said, "Hey, Fujino's price tag is pretty high, at least eight million, okay..."

"Wow, so many..."

"That's equivalent to my dad's annual salary!" Toyama Kazuha was stunned for a moment, stroking his chin as he calculated what eight million really meant. Then he thought of his dad and was slightly surprised.

The people around them, however, were already used to it.

It's normal for Fujino to have a high commission rate.

Hakuba Saguru felt completely numb; in fact, he had been numb since before and still was.

You should know that he personally watched Fujino pocket the 200 million yuan commission.

He admitted that he had been envious, but considering Fujino's relationship with that girl from the Suzuki family...

Is there anything wrong with a woman trying to please her future husband?

Absolutely no problem...

This isn't about whether it's a detective or not; this is completely just family play, okay?

Hakuba Saguru revealed his dead fish eyes, suddenly feeling a strange sense of contrast: "Speaking of which, I'm the one with the most powerful background among this group, right?"

Fujino frowned as he listened to Toyama Kazuha's words, then shrugged: "Not that little."

"few?"

I meant eight digits.

"..."

"Eight digits? Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions?!"

"Ten million?"

Looking at the surprised Toyama Kazuha in front of him, Fujino nodded, then turned to look at Hattori Heiji next to him, and saw that his expression was a little strange.

Yes, his expression darkened after hearing "ten million".

It's just that it was already quite dark.

Hattori Heiji had mixed feelings; he felt a little awkward.

Others get ten million for solving cases, but I get nothing for solving my own?
What is this supposed to mean? We're all detectives, aren't we?!
After regaining her senses, Toyama Kazuha glanced at her childhood friend, thought about the value of ten million, and then thought about how her childhood friend always seemed to have a little less pocket money...

I felt a little displeased.

Of course, it wasn't that she was unhappy with Hattori Heiji, but rather that she was a little unhappy that her childhood friend wouldn't accept a single penny from her.

She certainly didn't care how much money Hattori Heiji made.

But seeing your childhood sweetheart work so hard and give so much, only to receive nothing in return, while others reap huge profits.

She was feeling really bad.

In this way, isn't Heiji being wronged, working hard for others for free and getting nothing in return?
She thought back carefully and realized that her childhood sweetheart had worked so hard, but it seemed that he hadn't received any reward in the end.

Even if the motorcycle is damaged or there are injuries, you have to pay for them yourself.

Immediately, she nudged her childhood sweetheart with her elbow with a hint of resentment.

Although no words were spoken, the meaning was already quite clear:

Heiji, why aren't you taking any money?

Look at them, they made ten million in one go! That's enough to take me on vacation for days on end.

Although there's nothing wrong with it, you should still think about yourself...

Hattori Heiji was speechless for a moment, feeling that his childhood friend was a bit of a liar.

Other people's childhood sweethearts are like warm cotton-padded jackets, so comforting.

Why is it that my place is drafty and has a broken window...?

Helpless, he sighed, "This time, it was Otaki who asked me to come and help..."

"Introduced by an acquaintance?"

Fujino narrowed his eyes, looking at Hattori Heiji in front of him and smacking his lips: "Aren't you going to rip him off?"

"what?"

"..." Fujino looked at the bewildered Hattori Heiji with a speechless expression, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Well, Hattori Heiji is still too young and reserved.

In cases like these involving acquaintances, wouldn't you have to extort them ruthlessly... no, ruthlessly provide some additional services?
If I don't double my earnings, I'll be letting down my acquaintances, okay?
Fujino patted Hattori Heiji on the shoulder and sighed, "You're still too young."

"Next time you take on a case, remember to collect payment."

Heiji Hattori scratched his head: "This time, Inspector Ōtaki asked me for a favor. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to accept money?"

“Even if it’s your own father, you still have to charge him.” Fujino glanced at him. “A detective should have the pride of a detective. He has to charge money no matter what. Otherwise, if people come to the detective for every little thing, wouldn’t the detective become a tool for people to amuse themselves and be summoned and dismissed at will?”

Hattori Heiji scratched his head: "It can't be that bad, can it?"

Hakuba Saguru, however, agreed with Fujino's words: "Fujino is right. Detectives should indeed receive appropriate compensation for solving cases."

“In the UK, when the British police hire me to handle cases, they always pay me a detective fee.”

"After all, having a detective solve cases for free is like doing a job, and not paying him is like doing a job without paying him..."

As he spoke, Hakuba Saguru stroked his chin and nodded in agreement: "In Europe, this kind of behavior is considered very bad."

Fujino chimed in, "It's not just about working for free."

"If you work for free for a long time, people will mistakenly think that you do things for free, and then people who come to you in the future will definitely not give you much money."

"They might not even give it to us at all."

"That's a stereotype."

Fujino sighed calmly: "That's how people are. It's fine to accept favors from others all the time, but if you ask them to pay a price one day, they'll call you heartless."

There is an old Chinese saying: "A bushel of rice is a kindness, but a bushel of rice is an enemy." Without rice, you are just livestock to be slaughtered.

Upon hearing this, Hakuba Saguru nodded and said, "That's the Weber-Fechner Law. If people mistakenly think it's normal for you not to charge money, then it becomes abnormal for you to charge money later."

"..."

Heiji Hattori fell into a long silence as he listened to the words of the two people in front of him.

Is it too late for me to go back and collect the commission now?

He took a deep breath and calmed himself down, finally managing to compose himself after missing out on millions of yen.

Then, he whispered to Kazuha Toyama beside him, "Kazuha, next time remember to remind me to collect the fee when I accept a commission."

"understand!"

Kazuha Toyama's eyes lit up; she could already picture her childhood friend with a bulging wallet.

Fujino and Hakuba nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this.

Good, this child is teachable.

Only Conan, standing to the side, was speechless, inwardly cursing and unable to hold back his complaints: "Hey, you two, what kind of bullshit are you spouting!"

"Isn't the purpose of a detective to solve cases?!"

"How could you two have fooled my selfless and altruistic best friend like me?!"

Seeing his best friend being fooled by those two cunning old foxes, Conan felt heartbroken.

This world is so unfair!

Where is morality? Where is justice? Where is mine?!

Why should I get freebies just because I solve a case? Now that I'm a primary school student, I'm being taken advantage of by that old man, Uncle Mori!
Conan cursed inwardly, regretting that he hadn't earned any commission when he accepted the job.

He certainly didn't care about the commission fee, after all, he had plenty of living expenses and was never short of money.

In his view, the most important thing is that other people get a commission for taking on cases, but I don't...

Who could possibly find this acceptable?

I can live without them, but I can't live without my best buddies. If I had all my best buddies, wouldn't I become a clown?
(End of this chapter)