The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1439 Visiting Kyoto is also a trip to Kyoto

"boom!"

A gunshot suddenly rang out, echoing through the stone-paved street and startling the birds in the surrounding trees into flight.

The group of people who were still taking pictures were startled by the sudden sound.

Conan was the first to recover, and he immediately ran towards a house next to the street where the gunshot had rang out.

Fujino and Iori Muga instinctively looked around to check the situation and prevent anyone from suddenly rushing out at this moment.

"Another case has occurred..."

"Coming to Kyoto, and gunfire erupts right away."

"It was quite a unique welcoming ceremony."

"As expected of the world of Detective Conan, there's never a moment of peace."

After confirming that no Mikado would suddenly jump out and unleash their ultimate attack, Fujino couldn't help but mentally complain.

Conan was the first to discover the body.

It was a corpse lying in the study of a Japanese-style villa.

The dead man was an old man with gray hair, wearing a kimono. A large amount of blood was gushing from his stomach, soaking the kimono. A hunting rifle and a hood lay beside him, and several books that had fallen from the nearby bookshelf were scattered on top of his head.

At his feet lay a specimen of an owl that had fallen to the ground...? And a particularly heavy-looking safe placed in the corner of the room.

There was a dent on the door of the safe, and a brass bullet was embedded inside the door.

It was obviously caused by a brilliant strategist who tried to blow open the safe with a gun.

Fujino glanced around the room when a system mission notification suddenly appeared before his eyes: [System Mission Detected: Yujing - Mysterious Case]

[Mission Summary: While touring Kyoto, you encounter a sudden murder case. The crime scene is full of eerie clues. What unknown truth lies hidden behind these clues?]

[Mission Objective: Solve the case]

[Mission Rewards: 5 Detective Coins, 500 Detective Reputation Points, 500 Million Yen]

"I'm interested in touring Beijing..."

"So, if I visit Kyoto, does that count as touring Kyoto?"

"Indeed, Kyoto is also a capital city, so taking a trip around it can be considered a trip to the capital city."

"But this damn system is really lovesick..."

Fujino was startled when he saw the name of the system mission, thinking he had swum to Tokyo.

Since it's Kyoto, then it's fine.

Coming to his senses, he turned his gaze and looked at Conan, who was squatting beside the corpse, bustling about.

Conan had already noticed the crowd that had arrived. He slowly stood up and said in a low voice, "The person is beyond saving. Let's call the police."

"I've already registered."

Xiaolan raised her hand in response.

Fujino looked at Ran, not even noticing when she had called the police.

Um, maybe it was when everyone came in together and she was a little behind?
As expected of the former policewoman...

The alarm operation was quite skillful.

…………

Soon, Ayanokoji Fumimaro arrived at the scene.

Ayanokoji Fumimaro is a police inspector in the First Investigation Division of the Kyoto Headquarters. Given the horrific incident involving gunfire in Kyoto, he would definitely have to come.

Then, after seeing Fujino and the others, his expression turned sour.

However, after seeing Ooka Momiji, his complexion suddenly improved considerably.

It should be said that it has improved considerably through forced treatment.

After briefly inquiring about what had happened, Ayanokoji Fumimaro said with a complicated expression, "Well, so you heard gunshots when you were passing by, and when you came in to check, you found Mr. Yaguchi Hisaemon lying here..."

"Is that right?"

“That’s right,” Conan replied. “When I got here, I saw him lying here motionless.”

"But it's really strange."

"His blood seems to have dried up."

"Logically speaking, the blood of a person who has just died should still be warm."

Ayanokoji Fumimaro squinted at Conan, who was talking to himself, his expression clearly not good.

After all, it's really too absurd to encounter a shooting while you're just strolling around.

Even setting aside the fact that such a coincidence happened to this group of people.

It's ridiculous that a child was allowed to be the first to enter the crime scene and then spout nonsense here.

Forget it.

Ayanokouji Fumimaro took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Then, turning to the group of forensic investigators who were busy examining the body, he asked, "How's the body investigation going?"

"The cause of death was a gunshot wound to the chest. Judging from the pattern of the wound, it was a close-range shooting, and the victim was already dead at the time of the shooting."

Ayanokouji looked at the hunting rifle beside him upon hearing this: "In that case, we can immediately confirm that the murder weapon is this hunting rifle."

"And the time of death?"

"It was around six o'clock this morning."

Listening to the forensic officer's words, Fumimaro Ayanokouji frowned: "But the shooting sound just happened..."

As he spoke, he glanced back at the safe: "So, the murderer didn't leave here for quite some time, or perhaps he was trying to find a way to open the safe?"

"That gunshot was probably made by the murderer in a fit of rage, attacking the safe with a shotgun to vent his anger..."

Conan's eyes darted around a couple of times before he suddenly spoke up: "But, doesn't it seem strange to think like that..."

"What's weird?"

"Look, there are no other signs of forced entry on the safe. If someone wanted to pry open the safe, they would have tried all sorts of methods. How could they possibly attack the safe with a gun a few hours later?"

Conan's reasoning directly refuted Ayanokoji Fumimaro's guess.

Conan stood with his hands on his hips, a smug look on his face.

They can't even see something so obvious, and they come up with such absurd reasons.

What kind of police inspector is he? He's just about the same as Inspector Megure.

Ayanokoji Fumimaro narrowed his eyes, glanced at Conan, and his expression turned even worse.

He felt that this child had somehow gotten on his bad side...

They even seemed to disregard him.

For no apparent reason, he felt an inexplicable urge to punch that arrogant guy.

As if sensing that its owner was a little unhappy, the chipmunk hiding in his pocket poked its head out, sniffed the air, and looked quite unhappy.

The little ones naturally noticed the small, brownish-gray furry animal.

Genta was the first to exclaim, "It's here! A mouse!" Ayumi noticed it too, "What an adorable mouse!"

Mitsuhiko glanced at it and said, "It should be a squirrel, right?"

Ai Haibara glanced at the chipmunk as well, then explained casually, "That's a chipmunk, not a squirrel."

Ayumi blinked curiously: "Is there a difference?"

Ai Haibara explained calmly, "While chipmunks are also squirrels, they are quite different from ordinary squirrels. For example, chipmunks are very small and their patterns are a mix of various colors, while squirrels only have two colors and are also larger than ordinary chipmunks."

"Oh, I see!" Ayumi nodded. "No wonder I didn't notice that mouse hiding in my pocket..."

"..."

Ayanokouji fell silent upon hearing this. Although he was trying to ignore the group of children, it was still hard for them not to be noticed.

What kind of mouse is that? It's a chipmunk!

What are you little brats doing at the crime scene?!

One is one thing, but how come there are so many!

Fortunately, some of the people in the group recognized the value of his mouse and praised it as cute, so he reluctantly forgave the children.

However, Conan looked at the chipmunk and fell into deep thought: "So, why would a policeman like you carry a squirrel around with him?"

"Does this make sense?"

"You even brought animals or something into the crime scene..."

"Are you even a professional?!"

"How come everyone at the Metropolitan Police Department is suddenly getting better?"

Conan mentally scoffed. Although he had met Ayanokoji Fumimaro once or twice before, this was the first time he had ever seen a chipmunk tucked in his pocket.

I couldn't help but start complaining in my mind.

Several people were focused on the chipmunk, while Fujino was watching them.

Seeing that the group had successfully shifted the blame for a murder onto a mouse, he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Are you sure it's appropriate to talk about the hamster now?

"You guys should at least pay some attention to the victims..."

"He was shot through the stomach and is still lying here. At least collect his body before you talk about the rat!"

Fujino mentally grumbled a bit, but he was getting used to this kind of thing.

After all, this is the world of Detective Conan, where death is commonplace. Even kids can run into crime scenes and chat about mice together, so it's not a big deal.

Then, he began to focus on the state of the body: "Judging from the manner of death, the forensic team didn't make any mistakes..."

"The gunshot hit his chest, and it went right through him."

"It's not wrong to penetrate at close range."

"It's this spot where it fell that looks a little off."

He lay down facing the safe, but behind the safe, which was in front of him, was a wall.

“There is a window next to it, but it’s a paper window. If it was made from the outside, then the window should have been marked.”

"If you want to deal with it, you can't do it without preparation in advance, and the natural yellowing marks on these paper windows can't be faked."

"Could it be suicide?"

Fujino stroked his chin, pondering as he surveyed the crime scene before him, feeling a strange and inexplicable sense of unease.

"The strange thing mentioned in the system task must be what this means..."

"It is indeed quite eerie."

"Could it be that a bullet could curve and kill you?"

"Or was it that he was on top of the person who killed him, and that person picked up a hunting rifle and held it to his chest before killing him?"

"At such an advanced age, even if she wanted to, she probably wouldn't have the strength..."

Fujino's mind raced as he pondered how the murderer had managed to kill the old man lying on the ground right in front of him from that angle.

No matter how you look at it, killing someone with this posture is indeed quite difficult.

"Inspector Ayanokoji, we have located the victim's family."

Ayanokoji's deputy, who was assigned to investigate the victim, the old man Yaguchi Hisaemon, received good news.

Seeing that continuing to investigate the case here would not yield any progress, Ayanokoji Fumimaro directly shifted the focus of the case to the victim's family.

Coincidentally, the old man's son, who had just been victimized, had just returned to Kyoto.

He then summoned him directly.

While waiting, everyone was ushered out of the crime scene and taken to the lounge inside the house.

Of course, saying "drive them away" is actually just a gentle and persuasive approach.

Ayanokouji Fumimaro was very polite to Ooka Momiji: "Ms. Ooka, this case may take some time to investigate. If there is anything urgent, you can go ahead and attend to it..."

Ooka Momiji didn't stand on ceremony with Ayanokoji Fumimaro. She looked at him with a puzzled expression and asked, "Normally, shouldn't people stay at the scene of a murder to cooperate with the police investigation?"

“That’s right…” Ayanokouji Fumimaro’s expression remained very polite. “An investigation is indeed necessary. If it’s convenient, a simple statement can be taken. After all, Ms. Ooka, you only discovered the body, which has nothing to do with the case.”

"Is that so?" Ooka Momiji blinked and turned her gaze to Fujino. "Fujino-kun, what are you thinking? Do you want to stay here a little longer?"

"Okay, let's wait a bit," Fujino replied. "There are still some things I don't quite understand about what's going on."

Upon hearing this, Ooka Momiji turned her gaze to Ayanokoji Fumimaro, a calm smile on her face: "Won't I cause you any trouble?"

“No.” Ayanokoji Fumimaro replied immediately, his expression still polite: “With Mr. Fujino, an advisor to the Metropolitan Police Department, helping out will surely be of great help in this case…”

As he was speaking, the chipmunk that he had kicked into his pocket jumped out, climbed up his arm to the younger brother's desk in the reception room, and squatted in front of her, starting to squeak.

It looked rather obsequious.

It gives the impression that this human and mouse are desperately trying to improve...

"That's a really friendly way to address someone as an advisor!"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think he was some kind of fanboy..."

"Does it mean to avoid mistakes rather than seek no merit?"

Looking at the man and the rat in front of him, Fujino could easily tell what they were thinking.

It's definitely about this: even if you don't achieve anything remarkable, at least you won't offend anyone...

It's like facing a high-ranking leader coming down for an inspection. Regardless of whether you're outstanding or not, you can't make mistakes. Performing normally is better than leaving a bad impression on the leader.

That makes sense, but faced with such a contrast, Fujino couldn't help but feel a surge of disbelief.
"Speaking of which, where has your pride as proud Kyoto people gone?"

"Hurry up and take it out, show us that arrogant and haughty attitude of the people of Kyoto!"

Shouldn't it be the same for everyone?

"It's one thing for people, but even the rats in Kyoto who are usually so high and mighty are the same?"

"So, you Kyoto people's pride is only reserved for those stinky outsiders, right?"

"You all shut up when it comes to the locals of Kyoto, the local Celestial Dragons, right?"

(End of this chapter)