The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1473 Old Auntie: I am mature, charming, and smart!

The reasons for murder in the world of Detective Conan are all bizarre, and Fujino genuinely believes so.

But sometimes when you think about it, it's not necessarily impossible. Some things are absurd yet reveal a slight sense of rationality.

Having spent so many years in Tokyo, Sato Miwako has seen countless cases and is no longer surprised by anything.

I've long since come to understand many things.

As for having Fujino lead the investigation of the case, that was one of the things she realized.

There are some cases that the police can't handle. If they insist on handling them, it will only cause a lot of trouble.

Cases like this should be left to Fujino.

At that moment, Fujino received a phone call from Ayanokoji Fumimaro.

"I have sent you the details of the case via text message."

His words were brief, almost just this one sentence, which Fujino found somewhat unsatisfactory: "How come it took you so long to find out? I had almost finished investigating on my end."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ayanokoji Fumimaro fell into a silent slumber.

Fujino heard a deep breath coming from the other end of the receiver.

Then, Ayanokouji sighed helplessly, "After all, it's a case from two years ago, not a major one. I went there specifically to investigate and found all the information before I could put it together..."

Fujino naturally understood that the other party was saying that he was doing his best to investigate.

However, he doesn't care about whether he tries his best or not; he only cares about the result.

More concerned that the other person was a Kyoto police officer, he complained, "So your police file management system in Kyoto is really bloated. It takes so much effort to find a file..."

"..."

Ayanokoji Fumimaro's eyebrows twitched; if Fujino were there, he could even see the veins bulging on his brow.

Are you trying to cause trouble?
He didn't understand why this detective was targeting him.

He thought to himself, "I haven't offended this detective at all..."

The most unjust thing for a person is to suffer the malice of others when they feel they have done nothing wrong.

Fujino was certainly not targeting him.

It's just targeting all Kyoto police officers in a group.

After all, Kyoto had left him with a rather bad impression a long time ago.

The first impression was terrible, and they would nitpick everything that happened afterward.

Fujino certainly didn't need to tell him these things.

At this moment, he was more concerned about his iron rod and asked, "By the way, have you found my other rod?"

Ayanokouji Fumimaro: "..."

What was supposed to come finally came!
Ayanokouji Fumimaro didn't understand why Fujino valued that iron rod so much, but since he hadn't found it yet, he couldn't ask. He could only helplessly say, "We haven't found it yet..."

Fujino sighed with regret upon hearing this: "If we can't find it, then so be it. As long as the compensation is settled, that's fine."

"Okay, send me the account details."

"Oh right, it's five million yen."

“I remember.” Ayanokoji Fumimaro’s lips twitched when he heard Fujino bring up the five million again.

Five million is five million, why emphasize it again?
Are you afraid I'll play less?

Am I that kind of person?

Ayanokouji Fumimaro had so much to say, but it was as if he could only send it by telegram and couldn't say it out loud. In the end, he could only hang up the phone, seething with anger.

Fujino didn't care what Ayanokoji thought. He simply opened the text message page to check the information Ayanokoji had sent and called out to Sato next to him, "The information from Kyoto has arrived."

"Let me see……"

Sato Miwako's ears twitched slightly, and she leaned closer to look: "The general information is similar to what you found, but a year ago, Mizutani investigated Honjo Nanako's case?"

Fujino held his phone and pondered, "The facts are starting to match up."

Sitting to the side, Sato Miwako began her reasoning: "In that case, Mizutani may have already suspected at that time that Honjo Nanako's death was not an accident or something. In any case, a year has passed, and he would not have gone back to investigate this matter without a reason. It is even possible that Honjo Kazuki was involved in it."

"Those two must have discovered something, and then they started working together..."

"In that case, the motive for murder becomes plausible."

Sato Miwako's thoughts gradually became clearer, and she asked Fujino beside her, "Fujino, now that the suspects have been identified, what should we do next?"

"Wait."

"wait?"

Seeing Sato's confusion, Fujino sighed: "Because there's no need to investigate any further."

"Why...?" Sato Miwako was extremely puzzled by this question and silently typed out a series of question marks.

Fujino explained helplessly, "Right now we don't have evidence that they are the murderers, so we definitely can't arrest them for the time being. Six people have just died, and if they follow their plan, they will definitely kill seven at most..."

"No, it should be eight."

Sato Miwako suddenly remembered something: "That's right, speaking of which, even if you include Shindo Sumire, there are only five stars left in the Big Dipper."

"There's one case that's separate from the Big Dipper."

At this point, Sato Miwako's expression turned grim: "He wouldn't be planning to kill someone whose identity we know nothing about, would he?"

“That’s unlikely.” Fujino reassured her: “I estimate the eighth person will be either Mizutani Kosuke or Honjo Kazuki.”

Sato Miwako looked puzzled: "What do you mean?"

“Because someone has to take the blame for everything…” Fujino shrugged. “I guess the murderer took things from the victim to prepare evidence. When they are caught, that evidence can be used to convict them.”

"As for who killed the person, it doesn't matter much in the face of overwhelming evidence."

"But there's no need to worry too much now. After all, only six have died, and Shindo Sumire is still alive. Their plan is not yet complete, so they won't easily take the blame."

"This is troublesome. If we don't catch them in the act, it will be difficult to convict them with the current evidence..." Sato Miwako rubbed her chin, deep in thought.

She was quite confident in the safety of the Metropolitan Police Department.

If even witnesses carefully protected by the Metropolitan Police Department can be infiltrated and killed, putting aside any sense of shame, then the Metropolitan Police Department truly has no reason to exist.

However, the awkward point is that if they won't take action unless they release Shindo Sumire and the others, then how can they capture them?

After thinking for a moment, she said, "How about we go fishing?"

Fujino glanced at her and remarked, "Big sister, you've finally figured it out?"

“Isn’t it all because of you?” Sato Miwako said with her arms crossed, her tone wistful. “Besides, there’s no other good way right now. We really can’t catch them without fishing.”

"There were no particularly obvious clues left at the crime scene. The only way to catch them is to find the evidence they took and the murder weapon they used, and catch them in the act."

Fujino chimed in, reminding them, "But we can't be too obvious. Even if we release them, I estimate they'll have to wait a day or two." "Mm."

Miwako Sato nodded in agreement, indicating that she had also considered these points.

Just as the two were discussing fishing, Sato's cell phone suddenly rang.

The caller was Inspector Megure.

He inquired about the progress of the case, and upon hearing that the two men had found the suspect, he immediately summoned them back to the Metropolitan Police Department.

There is no other reason.

When one of our own people gets a breakthrough lead, it's only natural that another meeting is scheduled.

Miwako Sato sighed wearily at this.

She felt that she probably wouldn't be able to get a good night's sleep for the next few days.

………………

By the time Fujino finished the meeting, it was already past 8 p.m.

At the meeting, Superintendent Matsumoto Kiyoshi, in light of the case, made clear arrangements for the subsequent investigation work, emphasizing that the case has a significant social impact and that it is necessary to quickly identify the suspect, find out the truth of the case, and effectively maintain the stability of the jurisdiction. At the same time, the investigation work should be carried out strictly in accordance with the law to ensure that the procedures are compliant and the evidence is conclusive.

Inspector Megure stated that he will strictly implement the meeting's arrangements, coordinate and advance all investigative work, lead the joint efforts of various teams, strive to identify suspects and solve cases in the shortest possible time, and promptly report progress to the supervising officer and the Criminal Investigation Department.

Fujino replied, "You're right, I completely agree."

In layman's terms, it's a normal work assignment: finalize the fishing plan, assign someone to keep an eye on these three people to prevent them from escaping, and also look for evidence.

It was past nine o'clock when I came out of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Fortunately, Fujino informed his family before the meeting; otherwise, if he had called them at this hour, they would probably be waiting for him to come home for dinner.

After leaving the Metropolitan Police Department, Fujino soon turned into the underground parking lot of a shopping mall.

After circling the parking lot twice, I quickly spotted a yellow Detomasso GT5.

The woman sitting in the car was none other than the elderly woman, Vermouth.

Vermouth was smoking a cigarette at that moment, and a slender hand reached out from the car window and rested on the car door, looking quite relaxed.

There was an empty parking space next to Vermouth's car, so Fujino parked his car next to her, rolled down the window and complained to her, "You seem to have it easy. I've been running around all day."

"Tsk, you think I'm just sitting around doing nothing?" Vermouth said, a cigarette dangling from her lips, looking a little tired. "Do you know how long those meetings have been? My head is about to explode."

Fujino glanced at her: "Just bear with it. It's your problem."

Vermouth bit her cigarette butt: "As if you weren't the biggest beneficiary."

"Never mind, how's the case investigation going?"

"Judging from what the police officers said at the meeting, it seems that your investigation has yielded results, and you have even confirmed that those two people are the suspects."

"Are you sure it's them, or are you just playing with them?"

Fujino sighed helplessly: "Why would I play them for this?"

Vermouth replied matter-of-factly, "Of course it's to prevent them from finding the real culprit and to stop you from finding the list that was taken away as evidence."

“Am I the kind of person who would do something like that?” Fujino immediately became dissatisfied upon hearing this.

"Hard to say," Vermouth said, glancing at him for a moment before pondering with a complex expression.

In her opinion, Fujino's credibility was somewhat questionable.

You never know what this guy is planning to do to you.

In her view, this guy's credit in Japan was comparable to that of a powerful figure who borrowed billions and never paid back a single penny.

Vermouth had no intention of dwelling on Fujino's reputation.

With a cigarette dangling from her lips, she looked at Fujino and asked, "What are your plans next?"

"Why do you all like to ask that question..." Fujino was speechless for a moment, thinking that Sato Miwako had just asked him the same question.

“Who told you to be the BOSS?” Vermouth shrugged. “Besides, I don’t believe you didn’t have a prepared plan for this situation.”

"I bet you've already figured out how to get your hands on that list, right?"

“Being too smart isn’t very cute, huh…” Fujino glanced at her.

She took a deep drag of the cigarette in her mouth, exhaled, and revealed a world-weary look: "Your aunt is not some immature little girl. Forget about being cute, your aunt is a mature woman."

"Mature women should naturally be more charming and intelligent."

"Otherwise, how could she be so popular with men?"

Fujino chuckled, feeling that this old lady was playing a bit too much of a role.

Smart, mature, charming, are you just trying to glorify yourself?

However, upon closer inspection, everything does match up, but the acting was a bit over the top.

It can only be said that she is indeed a woman who was once a film queen and even played the dual roles of mother and daughter at the same time.

Fujino was used to the old lady's actions.

He then briefly explained his plan: "The sooner we get our hands on the list, the better. Now that we've determined who has it, we don't need to worry about evidence or clues anymore. That's something the police need to worry about. We're not the police."

"Later, the two of us will go straight to Ben Shang and Shu's house, tie them up, take them away, find a secluded place to torture them. With your and my abilities, it won't be difficult to get them out of us."

Vermouth's lips twitched upon hearing this, and she couldn't help but retort, "You're really rough, kid!"

"How could you say such a thing?" Fujino looked at the old lady next to her and felt that she didn't quite know what kind of person she was. "You guys are much more violent than me, okay..."

"Or do you have a better suggestion?"

"Keeping things simpler will save a lot of time, won't it?"

“That’s true.” Vermouth naturally had no objection to this.

Her goal was to find the list and destroy it.

Finding it quickly would make the achievement more valuable.

She couldn't care about anything else.

Even destroying the list is just for show.

"When do we make our move?" Vermouth asked Fujino.

"Tonight, around 11 or 12 o'clock." Fujino estimated the time and replied thoughtfully, "If it's too early, I guess we'll bump into people before they're asleep."

Vermouth glanced at her watch: "There are still about two hours until the operation starts. How should we kill time?"

As she spoke, a slight smile appeared on her lips: "How about going on a date with me, my aunt?"

"Master, let me show you the world of high society."

(End of this chapter)