The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1445 Young people should exercise restraint...

The atmosphere at the sushi dinner was a bit off, at least for some people; for others, it felt just right.

In short, not many people felt it was right, while quite a few felt it was wrong.

Fujino wasn't in a hurry about his house; he didn't mind waiting. With Ooka Momiji's help, things were much easier. If he had handled it himself, he estimated he would have had to wait, or even longer.

Fujino wasn't in a hurry, but Ooka Momiji seemed quite anxious.

After dinner, everyone was full and began to digest their food. Ooka Momiji approached Fujino with a smile and asked, "By the way, shouldn't we redecorate that house?"

"That's true. Although there's nothing much to furnish, the courtyard does feel a bit empty."

"Yes, that is indeed a problem. A traditional Japanese-style house without a view is like a vase with flowers but no water feature, or the Kamo River without fireflies. It just doesn't feel right..."

"How about our family's layout? Should we follow ours?"

"But thinking about it, our house is so small, it seems like a yard of this size can't accommodate it all..."

"Hmm, let's scale it down a bit. The waterfall, artificial lake, and bridge are definitely out of the question, but we still need at least some dry landscape garden, garden stones, bamboo fences, seasonal flowers and trees, a small pond and koi fish are a must, and we'll have to lay down a lawn first."

"Fujino, which season do you like best?"

"Never mind, we need to have it in all four seasons, so we need to plant more red maple leaves..."

Ooka Momiji started rambling on and on, already opening champagne ahead of time, mentioning his intention to redecorate the house and garden, and even offering advice to Fujino with his old-fashioned Kyoto aristocratic perspective on what kind of Japanese-style garden would be most suitable.

She looked just like a lady of the house, making plans for her future home with her husband.

It feels like they really care.

"Are you sure you can move your house layout here? This small courtyard would probably burst if it were to accommodate your artificial lake, wouldn't it?"

"So, isn't this just too wasteful of manpower and resources?"

"This is ridiculous, isn't it?"

"I just mentioned it casually before."

Fujino listened to Momiji's rambling and felt a little helpless, inwardly complaining.

Despite his complaints, he didn't want to spoil Ooka Momiji's mood.

It's perfectly reasonable for a woman to plan where she might live in the future, since she is indeed the mistress of the house.

Thinking this, he leaned close to Hongye's ear and whispered, "Of course, the mistress can do whatever she wants."

"Hey..."

The autumn leaves in Ooka instantly turned their ears red.

Beside them, Ai Haibara kept a close eye on the situation.

Seeing Fujino lean over and say something, Akane blushed immediately, and Ai Haibara got angry again.

She crept closer and asked, "Are you talking about that house?"

"Ok!"

Hongye regained her composure and forcibly suppressed the shame in her heart: "I plan to help with the arrangements."

Fujino reached out and ruffled Ai Haibara's hair, his fingers gently twirling her soft strands: "I advised her to spend less money and save it for her dowry or something."

"Oh."

Ai Haibara's eyes remained suspicious, feeling that these words were somewhat deceptive, but upon closer examination, they also seemed quite reasonable.

"She blushes when the topic of bride price comes up..."

"That makes sense, after all, this woman always likes to fantasize about strange things."

"Actually, I just wanted to do some weird and strange things."

Ai Haibara felt a sense of unease, as if something was amiss.

In front of the child, Ooka Momiji naturally couldn't let loose. She could only glance at Fujino with a slightly resentful look, as if she were saying in a coquettish tone, "You rascal! Why are you in such a hurry? The child is still here!"

Fujino's expression remained unchanged, which seemed quite amusing.

Hongye, that girl, is sometimes really bold, like a ripe peach, but in the end, she's still just an unripe little peach jam.

Every time she teases someone, she acts like a little girl.

Teasing them can be quite charming.

…………

After a case occurred during my trip to Kyoto, things quieted down, and no other strange cases happened afterward.

After spending one night in Kyoto, the group drove back to Tokyo and went home to their respective families.

Fujino also began to live a leisurely life.

Like the calm before a storm, no cases have come in lately, and no murders have occurred...

If there's anything worth mentioning, it's that when Fujino was taking Ooka Momiji back to her apartment one day, she pinned him down in the apartment room and proceeded to torture him on her own.

That kick, delivered by Fujino while he was wearing thick black clothing, left him physically and mentally exhausted, feeling uncomfortable all over.

He almost spat out a mouthful of his vital essence.

This made Fujino feel extremely regretful.

"I should have known better than to provoke Xiao Hongye. Now that she's gotten hooked, she just can't stop!"

"I reckon the days ahead are going to be tough..."

Fujino sighed, feeling that he might have to suffer a bit. After all, who else could he cry to? Not only was he unwilling, but Momiji was also unwilling.

Of course, Fujino was still quite satisfied.

As a two-time Grand Master, this was the first time he had been tortured like this, and deep down he was actually a little addicted to it.

Of course, no one else would have done this.

The main reason is that he genuinely accepts Hongye as his daughter.

He truly loves red leaves.

As the saying goes, even heroes have difficulty resisting the charms of a beautiful woman. Fujino felt that he had probably fallen for her trap as well.

The "honey trap" is not simply about seduction; it involves becoming deeply entangled emotionally, unable to extricate oneself, or rather, unable to extricate oneself at all.

Finding a partner is easy, finding a beautiful woman is even easier, finding a beautiful partner is a little difficult but not too difficult, but finding a beautiful partner who matches your heart is as difficult as climbing to heaven... let alone one who is wholeheartedly good to you.

That's how the honey trap works.

Now, a woman who is beautiful, comes from a prominent family, and perfectly suits your taste, who is always thinking of you, whose heart and eyes are only for you, regardless of your background or circumstances, and who would even sacrifice herself for you, is standing in front of you...

Are you sure you won't be tempted?

Fujino felt that he definitely couldn't withstand this kind of offensive.

That's exactly what happened.

Ooka Momiji had successfully used her beauty to break down Fujino's mental barriers, directly marking his heart. Although somewhat imperfect, Momiji was perfect to Fujino, so perfect that he even thought he had fallen for her charms.

But the facts are right there.

This girl had no ulterior motives towards him; she was only lusting after his body.

Fujino thought that a girl like this probably only existed in an unscientific world like the world of Detective Conan.

No, even in the world of Detective Conan, that would be an exception.

What's wrong with rewarding her?

Fujino felt that it wouldn't be a big problem to let her be called 'Dog Cultivator Jin Sama', let alone a reward. However, in reality, it was more likely that Momiji wanted to call him 'Dog Cultivator Jin Sama'.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any strange hobbies.

Otherwise, if that little girl Hongye finds out, she'll definitely be happy.

Fujino emerged from the apartment, clutching his slightly aching lower back, his face pale and utterly exhausted.

Then, the older woman, Vermouth, called and invited Fujino out.

"I've pretty much finished investigating. See you at the usual place."

When Fujino heard the older woman's voice on the other end of the phone, he was speechless: "This old lady really knows how to pick her time!"

"Can't you just give me a break..."

"Sigh, whatever, we still have to get things done."

Fujino drove to the park he had visited before, glanced at the parking lot with practiced ease, and then walked into the park.

The sky was gradually darkening, and the moon climbed into the smog-filled Tokyo sky. Through the haze, it appeared to glow, but this was a halo of light refracted by the clouds, not a bright and clear moon.

Under the hazy moonlight, an elderly woman in a long black dress sat on a bench with her legs crossed. The hem of the dress clung alluringly to her thighs and calves. She wore a large white hat, and her hair, whether gold, pale gold, or silver, hung down, giving her a somewhat radiant, moon goddess-like appearance.

Fujino, who had entered a state of enlightenment, was not interested in this. He simply walked over slowly and sat down next to her: "So, how much information do you have now?"

"That's pretty much all the intelligence those people have."

Vermouth glanced at Fujino sitting next to her. "They're unreliable. Their intelligence is barely worth anything."

"It's good to have intelligence."

Fujino was not surprised by this.

The Metropolitan Police Department is an old acquaintance; it would be strange if they could actually uncover any clues.

He started to suspect that the Metropolitan Police Department had hired some expert, or that high school detective Shinichi Kudo had taken Ai Haibara's drug, or that some passing high school detective had messed things up again.

"However, you don't seem to be in very good shape..."

Vermouth then switched the two legs she had been crossing, turned her head, and stared at Fujino sitting next to her before speaking.

Fujino, of course, wouldn't say who caused his appearance, but simply said calmly, "I've just been a little busy lately and haven't had much rest."

"Is that so..." Vermouth blinked twice upon hearing this, then narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she were carefully examining some rare object.

Then a slight smile appeared on his lips: "However, I never thought that someone like you would ever lose so much money because of being so busy."

"..."

Fujino paused for a moment after hearing this, realizing that what the old lady was saying was implied.

That's just who I am.

Is this "busyness" you're talking about legitimate or not?

How exactly did you figure that out?

Fujino mentally grumbled a bit, but ultimately didn't say anything, his expression remaining unchanged.

"Who is this little vixen who actually took you in?"

Vermouth's lips curled slightly as she rested her hand on her chin, her tone full of teasing and curiosity: "I thought that a nephew like you wouldn't easily... Hmm, as your aunt, I'm quite curious."

"You don't have to worry about these."

Fujino glanced at the old lady next to him and sensed that she was a bit of a busybody.

What's wrong with me? Why would I do anything so easily?

I do!
Upon hearing this, Vermouth's expression darkened slightly, as she felt that the other party was being rather ungrateful.

They're clearly just concerned about you, aren't they?
Oh well, that's just how this brat is.

Vermouth suppressed her emotions, then gave Fujino a kind smile like an elder and said earnestly, "You're still young, don't push yourself too hard now, or you'll regret it later."

"Young people, you must learn to exercise restraint."

The old lady still had a serious expression on her face. After patting Fujino on the shoulder, she said calmly, "Otherwise, you'll attract a lot of illnesses when you get old."

Fujino was quite exasperated: "No, big sister, what exactly do you want to achieve by paying attention to this kind of thing?"

"And what am I supposed to restrain myself from..."

"Damn it, how did she figure it out? Oh well, she probably should have figured it out a long time ago."

Fujino thought for a moment. Although his body was not much different from that of a normal person, it was probably impossible to tell if you looked at it.

However, the deficit was not kept secret from the other party.

He does feel like he's in a deficit right now.

The main problem is that silly wife of Ooka Momiji. When she gets excited, she's like a succubus. She just can't control her temper and doesn't even know to leave her man a little bit of energy to show to others.

If she really succeeds, they'll probably be stuck together every day.

But since she's my wife, what else is there to say? Of course, I choose to forgive her.

After all, what bad intentions could Hongye possibly have?

Well, that possibility probably still exists; that little girl Hongye is quite wicked.

Fujino didn't want to discuss this kind of thing with Vermouth, after all, it was his and Ooka Momiji's private matter, and who knew if this old man Vermouth would take advantage of it...

So she retorted directly: "Oh dear, I'm really sorry, Auntie, you're so old, and I'm sorry to trouble you with my affairs."

Belmode: "..."

I'm sorry, but thank you so much!
Saying "apology" is clearly an insult!
I'm being sarcastic, aren't I!
You boy!
Vermouth understood perfectly well what was being said; the meaning was clear: "You're too old for this, so don't meddle in young people's business!"

When her sore spot was touched, Vermouth seemed to bristle, but as a mature woman, she didn't show it.

Whether or not to reveal it is one thing, but Fujino is already clear that he has offended the old lady.

The old lady's age is a secret.

Fujino, of course, was also unaware.

But one thing is for sure, it's definitely quite old.

(End of this chapter)