The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1466 I treated you like a brother, but you want to be my father?

"Kid, you're being too modest."

Fujino quietly observed him and said calmly, "From my observation, your mental age is at least sixteen years old, and your reasoning ability is equivalent to that of a proper detective. Occasionally you act like a child and do things that are appropriate for your age. You don't seem like a child at all."

"...?"

Upon hearing this, Conan silently typed a question mark, feeling a strange sense of panic.

If my mental age is sixteen or older, isn't that implying that I, Shinichi Kudo, am seventeen?
A proper detective... I am indeed a high school detective, and a famous one in Japan at that.

As for occasionally acting like a child.

As a high school student, of course I have to pretend!
For a moment, Conan's thoughts were in turmoil. He temporarily put aside the fact that he had let the murderer go and began to think about whether Fujino was implying that he was Shinichi Kudo.

He was extremely panicked.

Logically speaking, the probability that Fujino could recognize him as Shinichi Kudo is not low.

In fact, he had long suspected this.

Moreover, Fujino had subtly warned him many times before, and the implication that he was small in stature but big in brain was self-evident.

Conan, at the very least, is stubborn. He believes that he should at least insist that he is not Shinichi Kudo, unless Ai Haibara betrays him. Otherwise, the other party will definitely not have any evidence to prove that he is Shinichi Kudo.

Then he gave a silly, childlike grin: "Fujino-nii-san, I'm just a kid..."

"Look, you're grinning like an idiot again."

"..."

Conan remained silent, looking at Fujino's expression of bursting into laughter like Talking Tom, and inexplicably wondering what this guy was up to.

Fujino watched Conan's rapidly changing expression and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Kid, I'm asking you, aren't you panicking?

Fujino didn't quite understand why Conan was so afraid of his identity as Shinichi Kudo. The possible reasons were probably that his act of disguising himself as a child and sneaking into Ran's house was too despicable, and that he might be discovered and killed by Ran. Another reason was that the Black Organization was chasing him.

Fujino put himself in Conan's shoes and realized that this was probably how it should be from Conan's perspective.

However, in his opinion, Conan was really doing something unnecessary.

To be honest, even Gin, that old man, has forgotten that he once knocked a young man named Shinichi Kudo's head off with a stick.

However, some discipline is still necessary.

Conan, after all, has called himself master, so he's both a teacher and a father.

The gold content is very high.

Fujino thought for a moment and said, "You don't need to worry too much. I won't send you to a mental hospital."

Conan: "...?"

Fujino sighed helplessly: "I know that children with high intelligence and mature personalities are usually treated as mentally ill, and their final fate is not very good."

"Most of them were unsuccessful in their youth and ended up depressed."

"However, as someone of the same kind, I can still understand you."

"..."

Conan paused for a moment, somewhat confused about what Fujino was talking about.

What kind of "same kind"?

Are you one of those who get hit on the head and shrink into a child?
Fujino is certainly not like that. Rather, he's more like someone who went from being an old man to a young man, or someone who went from being an adult to a child.

Fujino sighed at Conan, who remained silent, his tone heavy with meaning: "When I was little, I also possessed intelligence far beyond that of ordinary people. I could speak before I was a year old, and by one year old I could recognize characters. By two years old I could speak fluently, and by three I already had a clear understanding of the world. By four years old I had already self-studied junior and senior high school courses, and by five years old..."

"..."

Conan listened to Fujino's words and fell into a long silence. He couldn't help but think to himself, "That old man is making up lies to fool people again!"
Can your newborn baby talk?
Don't be this ridiculous...

They really know how to pat themselves on the back.

Just thinking about it, I'm a kid now, and I'm pretty smart too.

Moreover, the key now is not to refute Fujino, this old man, but to go along with him and see what he's up to.

And so, he exclaimed as if he had seen an idol: "Really?!"

"Of course that's true."

Fujino stood calmly with his arms crossed, obviously lying, but that's how it is with pretense—if you don't believe it yourself, how can you expect others to?

Conan, of course, wouldn't believe it either.

However, whether he believes it or not is no longer up to him.

If you can pretend, then do it. Whether you genuinely think you're amazing or not, if you manage to pretend, you've got a bonus.

He sighed and reached out to pat Conan's shoulder deeply: "That's just how the world is; it's full of hostility towards people like us who are different from ordinary people."

"That's why I can understand you so well."

"..." You can't understand a thing.

Conan silently grumbled to himself, not quite understanding what Fujino was talking about.

However, thinking about it, I breathed a sigh of relief that my identity had not been exposed.

At this moment, Fujino spoke up: "I have long noticed that your reasoning ability is extraordinary, as are your mind and intelligence. I am saying these things today not for any other reason, but mainly to let you know."

"I know all about how you had Professor Agasa make the tools to anesthetize Kogoro Mouri."

"I used to be curious about your purpose in doing this, but thinking about it carefully, anesthetizing Mori-san is indeed the only way for you to demonstrate your abilities."

Conan: "..."

Is this another way of explaining it?
Conan fell into deep thought, feeling that things were inexplicably going smoothly.

We're trying to figure out how to explain these behaviors.

You're quite something, you just gave me a forced explanation right away...

Conan was a little speechless, but after thinking about it carefully, what other explanation could a little kid like him come up with besides this?

Could it be that someone could really imagine that a dignified high school detective like himself had turned into an elementary school student?
He felt that the absurd things that had happened to him were even more absurd than what Fujino had described.

Seeing that Conan remained silent, Fujino changed the subject: "Aren't you curious why I'm telling you all this?"

"Because you do the same thing...?" Conan tentatively guessed.

Fujino shook his head slightly, denying it: "No, that's not it. If it were just that, I wouldn't have said all this. At most, I would just be looking out for you. Like I told you before, if you have any cases, just let me know."

"Actually, it's because of Yukiko-nee..."

"..."

Conan's eyes widened in confusion, and he instinctively wanted to blurt out, "My mom?!"
But thinking about it, what is my current identity? I am the grandson of my grandfather's brother's daughter, the cousin's uncle.

If you were to call out "Mom" instead...

Things are probably going to get complicated now.

However, he couldn't quite understand what his mother had told Fujino.

Something feels a little off.

Under Conan's questioning gaze, Fujino continued, "She told me before that she wanted me to take care of you, so of course I have to take extra care of you." "I see..."

Conan smiled sheepishly, unable to recall when his mother had ever asked Fujino to look after him.

Could it be that she secretly went to see Fujino?
Should I have him take care of me?
Something's not right. This feels even more wrong.
You should definitely call them when you have time and ask what happened!

Conan was thinking to himself, while Fujino continued, "As for me taking care of you, I can't think of anything I can do for you, except maybe something related to detective work..."

"Besides, you used to call me master."

"There's an old Chinese saying: 'A teacher for a day is a father for life.' Since you were my teacher, you're still my student no matter what..."

"Actually, I did have the idea of ​​taking you as my apprentice, so I took this opportunity to teach you my detective philosophy."

"I just don't know if you'd be willing."

"Master?"

Conan was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and his eyes widened slightly.

Fujino seized the opportunity to exclaim "Eh!" and remarked, "You changed your tune pretty quickly."

Conan's face immediately darkened, as if a million alpacas were trampling through his mind.

What does "a teacher for a day is a father for life" mean? What does "my mother asked me to take care of you" mean?

Fujino, you old man, I treat you like a brother, and you want to be my dad?

hateful!

Also, my mentor is Sherlock Holmes!

Conan was reminded once again of the terrifying memories of being dominated by Fujino, who was impersonating Sherlock Holmes, and his mother, who was impersonating Irene Yukiko.

He seemed both angry and extremely frightened.

However, considering the current situation, he couldn't express any of his emotions.

He coughed lightly and said, "Um, Fujino-nii, I need to think about this matter some more. After all, it's such an important matter for Master. You once said that a teacher for a day is a father for life..."

"I need to talk to my parents about it."

"No problem, after all, it's a big deal to become an apprentice."

"..."

Could you please not add the word "father"?
Conan gritted his teeth, feeling that Fujino, that old man, was doing it on purpose.

At that moment, Fujino received a phone call.

Fujino took out his phone, glanced at it, and saw that it was Sato Miwako, the boss, calling.

Without thinking much, I answered the call.

Sato Miwako's calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "Fujino, there's been a slight progress on the case here. We've found a suspect."

"suspects?"

"Yes, he has a connection with one of the victims. A year ago, he had a conflict with one of the victims and stabbed him, causing serious injury. He is still wanted by the police. Now we have intelligence that his girlfriend has come to Tokyo from Nagano, and we suspect that he will come over as well."

Listening to Sato Miwako's description, Fujino immediately noticed the problem: "If that's the case, the other party may not be the real culprit in the serial murder case."

Sato Miwako said with a hint of helplessness, "Now that we have the information, we should give it a try. It would be good if we could get any useful clues."

"Why don't you come over too? If we do manage to get some information, you'll be able to deduce something right away."

"learn."

"The location is BEIKA shopping mall."

Fujino responded and then hung up the phone.

Conan asked curiously, "Fujino-nii, I think I heard Inspector Sato's voice. Has something happened?"

"It's just a case that's currently under investigation."

Fujino put away his phone. "Now that we've found a suspect, we naturally have to go and take a look."

"I also need to go!"

"No."

Fujino glanced at him. "This is an internal matter for the Metropolitan Police Department. Why would I take you there? Do you think it's appropriate for a consultant to take a child there?"

"..."

Conan's eyebrow twitched slightly; he felt that Fujino, that old man, was really a bit cunning.

Isn't this implying that he can go with the other person as long as he accepts that the other person is his master?
Conan felt a pang of frustration.

Of course, he didn't want to become Fujino's apprentice.

We're all about the same age, so what makes you think you can be my mentor?
My master is Sherlock Holmes!
Of course, I should still call my mom and ask.

After all, this whole thing probably started with his mother.

This old lady, despite her advanced age, still tries to meddle in the affairs of young people in a very improper way.

Seriously, wouldn't this mess up the generational hierarchy?
He's my master, so he's a generation older than me.
He thought about it for a moment, but didn't dwell on it too much, and certainly didn't call his adoptive parents directly.

He chose to go back to his home and followed Fujino on his skateboard.

He wanted to see what kind of case Fujino was, that they were keeping it from him like this.

…………

BEIKA Shopping Mall, also known as Mihana Shopping Mall, is a large shopping center in the Mihana area.

The reason for using English is that Japanese people like to use English for things like naming their children. They feel that using their native characters is too low-class, so they use Romanized transliteration. The Romanized transliteration of "米花" is "贝" (Bèihuā), which corresponds to Baker Street in Sherlock Holmes.

Miha Shopping Mall is an important economic development in the Miha area. The building features an open-air glass design and attracts a large flow of people.

Fujino drove, arriving at the underground parking lot almost simultaneously with the people from the Metropolitan Police Department.

This time, it was all familiar faces, mainly the same few: Yamato Kansuke and Uehara Yui from Nagano Prefecture, the Yokomizo brothers, Yamamura Misao, Ogino Ayami and Toyota Misa from Saitama Prefecture, and some police officers who were cooperating.

Fujino greeted an acquaintance and learned about the case: "So, it's probably because the fugitive who committed assault couldn't stand being alone and went on a date with his girlfriend..."

"Is it really necessary for you to make such a big fuss?"

"It's always better to be prepared," Inspector Megure said with a smile.

Fujino smiled helplessly. It should be said that the credit should be shared equally. After all, no one knows whether this person is the real culprit or not. If a blind cat stumbles upon the real culprit, then the credit will be gone.

Fujino pondered for a moment, then asked them, "What is the action plan?"

"Wait for the right moment to arrest them," Sato Miwako said. "The personnel deployment is already complete..."

"You call this a plan?" Fujino's expression turned strange.

Sato Miwako sighed helplessly, knowing full well that Fujino was about to start criticizing their actions again.

However, it must be admitted that Fujino is indeed a very good talent when it comes to planning this.

They consider almost everything that can be considered, and there are very few times when they fail or let their actions get out of control.

He immediately picked up the conversation and asked, "So, what's your plan?"

(End of this chapter)