The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1460 We Must Teach the Stick a Good Lesson

At this moment, the old man, Kunio Tamai, looked at Fujino with eyes full of gratitude.

He nodded repeatedly and said, "That's right. Once you get used to a certain brand of cigarettes, you'll feel uncomfortable smoking other brands. I've been smoking that one brand for years, and I can't get used to smoking anything else."

He patted his pockets: "Besides, I still have some in my pocket. I was planning to buy cigarettes at the nearby convenience store later."

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and politely offered it to him: "Young man, would you like one?"

“I smoke Zhonghua cigarettes.” Fujino pushed the cigarette pack. “I don’t like this kind of cigarette. You can’t smoke at a crime scene.”

"Also, I've quit smoking."

"Oh, oh, oh, I was being presumptuous."

Fujino crossed his arms and nodded in satisfaction at the old man in front of him.

This old man is a nice guy; at least he's quite polite.

As for smoking, he really quit after he transmigrated.

Otherwise, I would have to have a pack every day.

As an outstanding young man who had been abducted into a pyramid scheme, Fujino was, of course, a heavy smoker in his previous life.

In places like pyramid scheme dens, open and covert struggles are inevitable. Ordinary people might be able to live a peaceful life, but if they want to climb up the ranks in the organization, they must engage in fierce struggles. And struggles naturally involve sacrifices. Every day, their lives are at stake. Smoking and such are commonplace. Today, it's either me sending you to northern Myanmar to sell kidneys, or you sending me to northern Myanmar to sell kidneys. It's hard for a normal person to withstand this kind of mental pressure.

Therefore, even if you leave a pyramid scheme, it's very difficult to break the habit once it's formed.

However, since I traveled here, I've rarely had one.

"It's good that there's not much pressure..."

Fujino felt this sentiment from the bottom of his heart.

Sato Miwako's eyebrows twitched as she looked at the harmonious scene before her.

She had originally planned to give this smoking brat a good beating.

Hearing that he had already quit, there wasn't much to say.

Besides, this isn't drug use, so even if you really try to control her, you can't. What right do you have to control her? As a colleague, a sister, or a lover?

Moreover, considering Fujino's situation back then, she could understand it.

When her father passed away unexpectedly, it took her a long time to recover. Now that Fujino has lost both his parents, she can't even imagine how he's managed to get through all these years.

Bringing her thoughts back, she began to focus on the case:

"Everyone has been to the blind spots of the surveillance cameras, which means that everyone is a suspect."

Listening to Sato Miwako's mutterings, Fujino reminded her, "No one from our private room has gone out."

"Except for your private room."

Sato Miwako was speechless for a moment, thinking to herself, "This kid always likes to nitpick about these kinds of details. Doesn't he ever give me any face?"
She then looked at the group of people present and said in an annoyed tone, "All of you are now suspects. Would you mind if I went to your private room to take a look?"

"Of course I don't mind."

The group of people naturally had no objections.

"I came here after fishing today. To be honest, I'm a little embarrassed to say that I just went fishing and my fishing rod fell into the river, so these fish are all from the supermarket..."

In VIP Box Number One, Kunio Tamai explained why he had come and his previous whereabouts, appearing very honest and cooperative.

Miwako Sato didn't know what to say, as she didn't understand the ins and outs of the fishing community.

Fujino laughed and said, "Mr. Tamai, you really have a way with things."

"There's nothing we can do about it," Kunio Tamai said with a helpless chuckle. "After all, I told my family that I would bring back a good fish for a grilled fish feast."

Fujino glanced at the fish in the box: "But were all these fish alive when you bought them?"

Tamai Kunio chuckled as usual: "Of course, after all, my wife can tell whether a fish is live or dead."

“That certainly seems to be the case.” Fujino nodded. “But it’s good that you bought live fish. If it had been frozen, I would have suspected that you were using frozen fish to kill someone.”

Frozen fish?!

“Yes.” In response to the bewildered Tamai, Fujino explained calmly, “Once a frozen fish is hard, it becomes a blunt weapon. If you grab the fish by the tail and hit its head, you can kill it instantly.”

Yu Jing looked complicated.

It feels a bit outrageous to kill someone with a frozen fish.

Sato Miwako, standing nearby, seemed unfazed.

She'd seen people kill with far more outrageous things than just frozen fish.

After all, she hasn't been a police officer for nothing these past few years. She's handled at least a hundred, if not a thousand, cases over the years.

It's all too common for things to go a little outrageous.

"Our company is holding a karaoke competition soon, which is why I came all the way here to practice. It would be so embarrassing if my colleagues saw me..."

Room number two is Kyota Honma's private room. Judging from his self-introduction, he should be a company employee, and he does look like one.

Sato Miwako squinted at the cigarettes on the table, picked them up and asked in confusion, "Why did you buy a carton of cigarettes?"

"Because I have a heavy smoking habit."

Kyota Honma chuckled awkwardly, "If I don't buy a lot at once, I'm afraid I'll finish them all right away. Besides, it's cheaper if I buy a whole carton at once."

"You don't mind if I pour it out and take a look, do you?"

"Of course I don't mind."

Then, Sato Miwako poured out the entire carton of cigarettes, leaving a pile of white cigarette boxes scattered on the table, each bearing the Seven Stars logo.

Conan followed behind, squinting as he observed.

He suddenly frowned when he saw the cigarette pack.

Miwako Sato had no interest in cigarettes or anything like that; she glanced at them and then put them down.

Conan, however, immediately began to ponder, scrutinizing the cigarettes and the cigarette pack.

Sato Miwako glanced around the scene and, finding no other useful clues, left.

Fujino turned around and glanced at Conan, then walked over and saw Conan still comparing the cigarettes in his hand.

Fujino asked calmly, "So, what did you see?"

"Ah."

Conan responded with a sound of agreement, stroking his chin: "The production date on the cigarette is wrong."

"Production date?"

"Yes."

Conan pointed to the production date on the bottom of the cigarette pack: "The production date is printed on here. In addition to the cigarette pack, the entire carton also has the production date."

"Logically, the production dates of the two should be close, but the dates on these two are quite different..."

Fujino narrowed his eyes: "So, you mean that guy used a coin to kill the other guy, then used a cigarette vending machine to buy cigarettes to dispose of the murder weapon, and finally hid the cigarettes in his clothes and took them back to his room, right?"

"That's pretty much it."

Conan nodded: "If I'm not mistaken, the coins inside the vending machine should still have his fingerprints on them."

"Moreover, the thing he used to hit people is probably too late to deal with now. The thing that could hold coins and be used to hit people is most likely a sock, and the wounds on the deceased's body must have been caused by being hit many times in a fit of rage, so there must still be bloodstains on the sock."

Fujino: "..."

Hmm, is this case really that abstract?
Murder with coins and socks, that's really...

Fujino was a little reluctant to complain.

Coming to his senses, he asked Conan, "So, why do you think he killed someone?" "Why did he kill someone?" Conan asked, puzzled.

Fujino pondered, "He seems quite honest, and he's a company employee. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have any connection with someone who's suspected of being a stalker or kidnapper."

"But now he just killed him directly."

Don't you think there's something fishy going on behind this?

“We’ll only know these things after the case is solved.” Conan shook his head slightly. “No matter what the reason, he can’t kill someone.”

"I'll solve this case?"

Fujino looked at Conan and said, "Don't take out that tranquilizer dart. There's no one you can shoot at here. You should save it for Uncle Mori."

Conan: "..."

Exposed?!

Okay, it seems like it was exposed a long time ago.

Conan thought about it and realized that he had felt relieved many times when he turned on his watch face in front of old man Fujino.

It would be a miracle if that old man Fujino hadn't noticed I used an anesthetic needle.

Hmm, I guess I'm still seen as a pretty smart kid by Fujino's side...

Surely no one doubts that I am Shinichi Kudo...?
Conan thought for a moment, then said, "In that case, I'll leave this to Fujino-nii."

"Brother Fujino, you must remember this is all thanks to me!"

Conan put his hands on his hips, his face showing the expression of a child vying for credit and jealousy.

Fujino felt a wave of nausea after seeing this.

So what's this kid up to now?
Is he still pretending to be just a child?
Fujino wasn't in a hurry to expose Conan's true identity; if the kid wanted to pretend, then so be it.

If this kid stops pretending, he won't know what to do.

Emerging from the private room, they discovered that Sato Miwako had already stormed into private room number three, the same room where Fujino and his group were.

As Fujino walked in, he saw Sato Miwako, Sonoko, Ran, and Momiji greeting each other.

Fujino asked, somewhat puzzled, "Big sister, what brings you to this private room?"

"I'll come in and take a look." Sato Miwako said calmly. "I've already looked at Number One and Number Two, so naturally I should take a look at Number Three as well."

As she spoke, she crossed her arms and said, "What if we can find some clues?"

Fujino: "..."

Why do I get the feeling that this older sister is a little jealous?

Fujino glanced at Momiji and roughly understood why this older sister had come here.

It must be to see the rich woman who, in Sato Miwako's memory, was the one who kept her as a mistress.

Sonoko was the first to speak: "Senior, how's it going? Officer Sato said there are still no leads. Have you figured anything out?"

"Not yet," Fujino replied. "We'll check room number four later."

Miwako Sato didn't stay there long. She turned around and told the group, "None of you are suspected of murder right now. Stay in the private room until the case is solved. If there's any emergency, remember to call the police officers outside."

“I’ve already told them that,” Fujino said, following her and unable to help but complain.

"Can't I say it again? How was I supposed to know you already said it? I was just concerned about them, you know..."

As Fujino and Sato left, the people in the private room had different expressions.

Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki were used to this scene. After all, in their opinion, Fujino-senpai and Inspector Sato often worked on cases together, so it was only natural that they had a good relationship.

Ooka Momiji narrowed her eyes, a strange emotion swirling within them.

"Looks like she's another difficult woman..."

"Let's leave the Suzuki family one be, but what about this policewoman?"

"Bringing them over as sisters or something... seems a bit too low in status."

"Sigh, why does Fujino like to flirt with other women so much?"

"Really!"

Ooka Momiji felt a little annoyed by the new woman.

Although she had noticed something was off about this woman a while ago, Ooka Momiji still felt quite annoyed by her appearance.

She thought she had come to terms with it, but in reality, she still couldn't quite let go.

Who would genuinely share what they like with others?
Sonoko, that simple-minded Ooka Momiji, could comfort herself by thinking about the other party's family fortune, but Sato Miwako really couldn't think of a way to comfort herself.

Despite her annoyance, Ooka Momiji began to think of a solution: "Looks like I need to find a way to promote this policewoman..."

"Another sister is going to be added out of nowhere, and she's the older sister."

"This lecherous guy needs to be taught a lesson..."

"At the very least, I have to find someone smaller, otherwise I'm afraid I'll end up looking like a little sister."

"I need to talk to him about this properly when I have time, and make him feel bad so he can get an explanation."

"So that he won't think about other women."

Ooka Momiji was quite helpless about this, and secretly thought that he must teach Fujino and the others a good lesson when he had time.

The situation in the fourth private room was rather special.

Inside the private room was a burly man with dyed blond hair, wearing a pink vest.

Sato Miwako stared blankly at the scene before her, then turned to Arimoto Koji beside her and asked, "Who is he?"

"She is my girlfriend."

"...??"

Sato Miwako was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, and her expression turned strange.

She had heard that there were, well, fitness guys dating each other.

However, when I actually saw it, it still felt a bit outrageous.

Fujino immediately chimed in, "Since she's your girlfriend, she must be a woman, right?"

“Of course!” The black guy, Koji Arimoto, frowned upon hearing this. “My girlfriend just likes working out, how is that not a woman!”

"I was just asking casually." Fujino chuckled awkwardly, but thought to himself: This woman really doesn't seem like a woman. I really don't know how you two usually get along.

Okay, let's try to think about it on a positive note.

At least there won't be any scenes of male personal trainers and gyms engaging in erotic activities.

Yes, she looks quite reassuring; there's absolutely no need to worry about the risk of being cuckolded.

Fujino snapped out of his reverie and glanced at Sato Miwako beside him.

Sato Miwako felt Fujino's gaze and naturally understood what Fujino meant by asking that question.

It was probably to dissuade her from that outrageous idea.

Now that she's being criticized, I've really taken the fall for her.

However, she also felt a little wronged, and even wanted to cry but couldn't.

Who in their right mind could tell that it was a woman?

If you hadn't told me, I would have thought those two chest muscles were from overly developed muscles!
Whose decent girl works out like this?
(End of this chapter)