The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1464 You smell of her...

After being surrounded and comforted for a while, Ooka Momiji's mood gradually calmed down.

This made Fujino breathe a sigh of relief.

He's not really good at comforting girls, even though he has enough theoretical knowledge; putting it into practice is a different story.

After patting Ooka Momiji's head, Fujino decided to leave the scene first: "Alright, it's getting late, I should go back."

"If I stay here for too long, it will be hard to explain if I make excuses."

"Mm." Ooka Momiji nodded obediently, having nothing more to say.

Although her relationship with Fujino had developed to the point of being like that of a married couple, they ultimately did not become a real married couple.

Some things should be done in private.

Moreover, even for newlyweds, it would be extremely embarrassing to have their secrets exposed.

She didn't even dare to think about how terrifying it would be if she were exposed and had to face the kind of loving, elder-like smiles from the Nana sisters and Akemi-nee.

She blushed just thinking about it.

Watching Fujino about to leave, she suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Darling!"

"Ok?"

Fujino turned around and looked at Momiji, whose cheeks were flushed, with a puzzled expression.

Ooka Momiji laughed and said, "Don't worry, I won't wrong myself. You don't need to worry. I don't feel uncomfortable at all."

"Although I am a little angry inside, it's totally fine!"

"After all, I am destined to become the Empress!"

As she spoke, she rubbed her fingers together: "And also, you just need to like me a little more..."

"And also, you absolutely have to let me check it out and see if you really like me."

"And another thing, I haven't done anything yet... Don't do anything reckless!"

"..."

Fujino's lips twitched, and he sighed helplessly: "So, am I the kind of person who lacks willpower?"

Ooka Momiji gave him a suspicious look.

Fujino: "..."

If I were that kind of person, I would have killed you without leaving a trace, okay?
Can you resist taking it a step further?
Fujino silently thought to himself, "Let's go."

Have a safe trip and drive carefully!

Ooka Momiji greeted him obediently, looking like a newlywed wife seeing her husband off at the door.

She had complete confidence in Fujino.

After all, it wasn't easy for her; she had to use force, drugging, and deception to barely manage to get Fujino into her arms...

Otherwise, she didn't know how long Fujino would have remained calm.

Fujino remained calm and composed, but she couldn't sit still.

Although it's a bit like drinking poison to quench thirst, it still manages to quench the thirst.

Ooka Momiji regained her composure, thinking to herself, "My dear didn't do it because he was concerned about my health..."

"Although it's unlikely, it might be different if it's the right person, especially an older woman who wouldn't have any reservations."

"I haven't even got it yet, how can I let someone else get there first?"

…………

Fujino got into the car and drove off, feeling a little tired.

A grand declaration to start a harem, followed by a whole host of troubles.

"So, when others have harems, they enjoy having three thousand beauties at once, taking in as many as they want, but why do I have to worry about everything..."

"Although it's basically all about giving money away, and with Hongye as the head steward managing the backyard, the risk of things getting out of hand seems very low, but managing the relationships is still quite troublesome."

"I really don't know how the male protagonists in those harem anime can have such a smooth ride without any psychological burden. They can just say that you are all my wings without even considering the feelings of the other party."

"Or perhaps I'm overthinking things, or rather, I'm wanting too much..."

"You don't want people to suffer, but you also want them to suffer. It's really something."

Fujino pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling that he was still too kind.

He's so heartless, wanting them all one by one is no big deal for him. Even Eri Kisaki, Shizuka Hattori, and Yukiko Kudo are all possible.

But doing that is no different from being a stallion.

When I first transmigrated here, it was fine to enjoy life, but now...

It features the camaraderie among Momiji, Ai, Akemi, the Nana sisters, Sonoko, Akako Koizumi, Hakuba, Hattori, and Kaito Kuroba.

He truly couldn't possibly treat this world like a game.

The Fujino family has prepared dinner for tonight.

By the time he got home, it was getting dark.

At the dinner table, as always, the Fujino family members sat together.

Mingmei asked with some curiosity, "Speaking of which, you seemed to have gone to see Hongye off just now, why are you back so late?"

Ai Haibara also squinted and looked over.

She was actually quite curious too.

"There was a bit of traffic on the way." Fujino held his rice bowl, his expression calm and without any sign of guilt. He explained, "I was stuck in traffic for ages and only just managed to get home now. After all, it's rush hour, and there are just too many cars on the road. There were also two traffic accidents."

"Sigh, driving in Tokyo is really inconvenient..."

Having lived in Tokyo for some time, Akemi Miyano is well aware of just how outrageous Tokyo's transportation system is.

It's alright on ordinary days, but during the morning and evening rush hours, forget about moving. If you don't get stuck in traffic for an hour or two, it's not Tokyo.

She didn't dare drive on the street at that time.

Even buses and subways are overcrowded.

The place is small and there are many people, not to mention that some of the lanes are so narrow that an accident can easily happen if you are not careful.

Upon hearing this, Ai Haibara frowned slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

After dinner, those who needed to wash the dishes did so, and those who needed to clear the table cleared the table.

Fujino sat on the sofa and started watching TV.

This is all part of the logic that the Fujino family has naturally developed over time. Even if you want to help, he can't really do anything, and even if he wanted to, he would be refused.

This small building belongs to him; in a sense, he is the head of the household. The sisters, Mingmei and Nana, seem to take this very seriously, so they usually do these kinds of chores.

In their eyes, this is a matter of course.

After all, the moral values ​​of this world are still normal. It's just that people are a bit prone to overreacting and suddenly turn into rice flower people. It's not some abstract world for female audiences. If someone lives in your house, why would they use some kind of saintly, brainless thinking to come up with all sorts of nonsense, playing those games about real and fake family heads, real and fake young masters or young ladies?

Fujino, of course, wouldn't say anything. For people with a sense of morality and right and wrong, sometimes being too considerate can make them feel uncomfortable and guilty.

"Is it Yoko Okino's latest TV series?"

Ai Haibara, wearing bunny slippers, walked to the sofa, sat down, and leaned closer to Fujino. "Hmm, probably. I don't pay much attention to these things," Fujino said thoughtfully, holding an iced cola. "But her dramas are quite good; her acting seems to have improved a lot."

"I heard she works really hard," Ai Haibara said casually, glancing at Fujino out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that Fujino didn't react, she felt relieved.

It seems that Yoko Okino and he are just friends.

He probably doesn't have any particular thoughts...

Ai Haibara has an extremely strong sixth sense, and has even developed the legendary skill of being able to tremble naturally when she encounters someone from the organization, and shrink into a ball like a scared rabbit when she senses even the slightest aura.

With her strong sixth sense, she had a bad feeling at that moment.

This made her feel a little panicked.

She leaned closer to the side and, without making a sound, sniffed with her little nose.

"It's that woman's scent..."

"And it's very concentrated."

Ai Haibara narrowed her eyes and smelled a natural and elegant scent, like blooming cherry blossoms or the fragrance of trees.

High recognition.

Despite the slight differences, she immediately recalled the scent she had always smelled on Ooka Momiji.

Ai Haibara frowned, sensing something was wrong, and began to ponder: "Logically speaking, they shouldn't be tainted by such a strong smell, and it seems unlikely that they would even be hugging each other."

"It has even overpowered Fujino's original body scent."

Body odor is a somewhat mysterious thing, but in Ai Haibara's opinion, it's just the smell of secretions produced by metabolism, which is different from the smell of sweat fermented by bacteria. Strictly speaking, it's the original smell of sweat.

This scent contains pheromones. Almost everyone has a unique scent, and if you smell it frequently, your brain will associate that scent with that person and with feelings of attraction.

A person who smells nice and fragrant has a lot of perfume and shower gel involved in their scent.

Ai Haibara remembered Fujino's scent; it was a light, refreshing tea-like aroma that was usually very strong and easily detectable with just a sniff. Even after a bath, the scent of shower gel wouldn't completely mask it.

"But now it's all overshadowed by this smell."

"They must have switched to a different shower gel..."

"And it's the same brand as that woman's."

So here's the key question: why does Fujino smell like that woman?
Could it be that he took a shower at that woman's house and used her shower gel?

But why take a bath?
Ai Haibara fell into deep thought about this for a long time.

For things like this, you can always find out by asking.

However, she glanced at Fujino watching TV next to her, but couldn't bring herself to ask that question.

Filled with frustration, Ai Haibara shuffled back to her room in her slippers, determined to fight her research to the bitter end.

She decided not to sleep tonight.

…………

Early the next morning.

Fujino had just gotten up and washed up when there was a knock on the door.

Fujino opened the door and saw Conan standing there with dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing Conan approach, he naturally knew what the kid wanted to say.

So, without a second thought, he simply closed the door and refused to see any customers.

Conan: "..."

Conan stood there stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he realized that he had been turned away.

She immediately became even more resentful.

That guy Fujino actually slammed the door on me!

"Is this kid never going to stop?"

Fujino listened to the knocking at the door, which continued incessantly and found it rather noisy.

I took a deep breath and opened the door again.

Then, quickly move it away.

And so, Conan, who was banging on the door, watched helplessly as it opened. He lost his balance and tumbled inside, falling face-first into the mud.

"It hurts..."

Conan got up from the ground and looked at Fujino with a resentful expression: "Why did you suddenly open the door?"

"Didn't you want me to open the door?" Fujino crossed her arms and looked at him. "What, you're not happy now that I've opened the door? You were banging on the door the whole time."

"..."

Conan paused for a moment, took a deep breath to calm his unusually excited emotions, then plopped down on the sofa next to him, crossed his arms, and continued:
"In yesterday's case, you just let the criminal go, didn't you?"

"Let me correct you, that's not a criminal, that's a suspect," Fujino reminded him.

Conan frowned and said in a deep voice, "It's already been confirmed that he was the one who killed the person. The reasoning is complete, and the physical evidence is right there. Isn't he the murderer?"

Fujino said calmly, "If he hasn't been identified as the murderer and hasn't been tried, then he's not the murderer, not the criminal. Is there a problem?"

“It’s a big problem, okay!”

“You know it’s a big problem, huh?” Fujino looked at him with calm, unwavering eyes. “Back then, in that case, wasn’t his son killed by that guy in the same way?”

“These are two different things.” Conan frowned. “Even so, we should arrest him first. Otherwise, if this continues, with people killing my son and me killing you using the same methods, who knows how many more cases like this will occur in the future…”

"Also, that guy was killed too."

"If he gets away with it like that guy, then wouldn't he become just like that guy?"

"There's even a possibility that he didn't kill his son, and there's no evidence or anything. How can that be acceptable?"

"Oh, so that's what you think."

Fujino looked at Conan quietly and thought that what Conan said wasn't wrong.

According to his logic of universal equality, this is the case; it continues the equality under the modern legal framework and the basic rigid social rules established by the superstructure, ensuring equal treatment in terms of opportunity, rights, and rules, even when dealing with murderers.

But Fujino doesn't advocate equality; he only advocates fairness.

What is fairness? It is universal values ​​and the most basic emotional needs of being human. The word "fairness" represents righteousness. There may be inequality, but it is fair and just.

It is just that murderers should pay with their lives for their crimes, and it is fair that those who commit heinous crimes should pay the price.

Presenting evidence is the best way to maintain equality.

Similarly, it is fair to release a murderer who is known to everyone to be the killer without evidence, because without evidence, the murderer is equal to ordinary people, and even equal to those who are wrongly accused.

Even if you hate someone the most, you have to find a way to get evidence to put them in jail.

If the victim's family members can't stand it and kill the murderer, they might end up being sent to court if they leave any loose ends.

Because he killed someone, he is equal to a murderer.

This is what equality is like: everyone is equal, but little do people know that this is the greatest inequality.

(End of this chapter)