The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1474 The Older Auntie Cleans Up the Smell
"Come on, old lady, what's this about being high-class? I think you're just vulgar..."

"You'd be better off spending that time buying a new outfit."

Fujino glared at her, then flicked his wrist and pulled out a black Batman mask from his invisible personal space. He tossed it to Vermouth and said, "Here you go. Figure out the rest of the costumes and props yourself."

"Forehead……"

Since the distance wasn't too far, Vermouth reached out and grabbed the mask. Looking at the dark Batman-style mask in her hand, she was momentarily speechless.

Silently putting the mask into the car, she looked at Fujino with a puzzled expression, unsure of what to say, and finally managed to stammer, "So, you're planning to wear this thing and transform into a giant bat to kidnap people?"

"if not?"

What else can we do?

"Otherwise, how am I supposed to kidnap him?"

Fujino glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, leaned back, crossed his arms, and said in a tone full of helplessness and a hint of self-righteousness, "When I come face to face with the target, it's inevitable that he will see my face. Besides, I've already made contact with the target. I can't just go up and kidnap the target using my real identity, can I?"

He paused, then narrowed his eyes and continued, "Besides, I have no intention of killing him off. It's better to hand him over to the police. After all, the death penalty is a sure thing, and there's no need to leave him with any potential identity problems."

"Oh?"

Vermouth narrowed her eyes upon hearing this, her gaze filled with curiosity. "I thought you would just kill him outright. After all, you, the Batman of the Rice Flower, are known for killing without blinking an eye."

As she spoke, a slight smirk appeared on her lips: "Especially towards those vicious and ruthless individuals."

Upon hearing this, Fujino gave her a deep look, but did not move. He simply said in a calm tone, "I don't really like killing people. Although killing is as easy for me as drinking water, if I kill people too often, I will eventually lose control of myself and end up killing someone over a trivial matter."

"Unless the other party is truly a beast and has done something heinous, or if the legal process fails to bring them the punishment they deserve, I will not directly kill them."

"Moreover, since someone like him is already facing a death sentence, keeping him alive is the best form of torture compared to killing him outright."

He chuckled softly: "You should also know how Japan treats death row inmates."

Vermouth narrowed her eyes upon hearing this, clearly understanding what Fujino was talking about.

Japan's treatment of death row inmates is actually quite outrageous. Death row inmates are not given a special time for execution; they are simply thrown into prison and left there.

The time frame for this death sentence is uncertain; it could be a few years or even more than a decade, depending entirely on the mood of the person responsible for signing it.

For death row inmates, the lack of a specific time of death is the most agonizing form of torture.

If you live a few more years, when you reach a certain age, you will naturally start to feel anxious.

They'll only tell you you're going to die a few hours before the execution.

Compared to knowing in advance when you will die, the uncertainty of when you will die, yet the certainty of death, is what causes the most anxiety, even if it could be tomorrow.

Although this was the result of high-ranking Japanese officials being unwilling to take responsibility and sign off, it still had a psychological impact on the death row inmates.

"You really have a bad taste."

Vermouth smiled, picked up the mask, and fiddled with it for a moment, her tone full of amusement: "Tsk, I really didn't expect that I would become the assistant of the famous Beika Batman."

As she spoke, she suddenly paused, then, as if remembering something, asked Fujino, "But speaking of which, you've never worn this mask before, have you?"

"Why do you ask?"

Fujino frowned, sensing something fishy about what she was saying. He felt that this old lady was definitely plotting something again.

Upon hearing this, Vermouth glanced at the mask in her hand, her gaze lingering for a moment before she spoke in a suggestive tone, her voice drawn out with a seductive quality: "I was thinking, if you've ever worn this mask, then I, your aunt, would have indirectly had intimate contact with you."

"Don't you think so?"

"Why do you have such strange tastes, you old auntie?" Fujino immediately looked speechless upon hearing this. He knew without a doubt that this old auntie was teasing him again, and then he retorted, "Can you please stop showing off what little seductive you have left?"

“I don’t call this being flirtatious…” Vermouth chuckled. “I call this the charm of a mature woman.”

"Yes, yes, let's get rid of the smell, it's really disgusting."

Vermouth felt a little upset when she heard this.

She believed that her looks and charm were top-notch; otherwise, she wouldn't have accidentally become a movie queen while working in the American entertainment industry.

But when it came to this kid... it obviously didn't work.

She couldn't quite understand how such a vigorous young man could withstand her advances.

If someone has ulterior motives towards you, then manipulating them becomes very easy.

Yeah, that's how men are. Once you figure them out, their IQ drops.

Especially those guys who look quite innocent, protective of their own, and a little sentimental.

With a little effort, you can develop a close relationship, and then... things will be simple. They won't be completely obedient, but at least they won't have the heart to discard or kill you after using you.

After all, he's someone who cherishes old friendships.

Even a one-night stand is still a relationship, right?

Just thinking about it, Vermouth felt it was basically impossible.

All I can say is that this kid is truly impervious to persuasion; no amount of temptation works.

…………

Two hours later, at the agreed time.

Tokyo is brightly lit late at night, and as the world's leading metropolitan area, its prosperity goes without saying.

The car lights and building lights come together to create a unique and beautiful scene.

Fujino placed the body on the rooftop of an abandoned, unfinished building at the agreed-upon location.

Just as the appointed time arrived, Fujino heard a soft footstep behind him.

Turning around, I saw Vermouth emerge from the stairwell behind me.

At this moment, she was wearing a black leather outfit that clung tightly to her body, outlining her figure. A black cloak was draped over her shoulders, and in the area exposed by the cloak, her breasts, though partially covered by the leather, were partially concealed. The zipper at the chest was half-open, and as the cloak fluttered gently in the rooftop breeze, a glimpse of her cleavage was revealed. This half-concealed state, with the cloak partially covering her, added a touch of alluring mystery.

Fujino stared at her for a while, then looked away, narrowed his eyes, and asked her in a puzzled tone, "Why are you cosplaying as Catwoman?"

“You told me to prepare my own clothes, of course I’ll prepare them properly.” Vermouth walked over slowly, her steps light and graceful, giving the impression of an elegant black cat. “Since I’m going to be working with the famous Beika Batman, I naturally need to choose a suitable outfit…”

She stopped mid-sentence, tilted her head slightly, and gave a playful smile: "Isn't 'Catwoman' a bit inappropriate?"

“It’s suitable.” Fujino responded calmly, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before he said bluntly, “Anyway, it doesn’t matter what you wear, just cover your face.”

After saying that, he stepped forward and, before Vermouth could react, grabbed her waist with both hands and lifted her up slightly.

Vermouth wasn't heavy, so she was easily lifted up.

As for the feel of the old lady's waist, although she was an old lady, Fujino genuinely felt that it was much gentler than it looked. Even through a layer of leather, one could still feel a comfortable sensation.

She truly lives up to her reputation as a former film queen.

The sudden touch startled Vermouth. The unfamiliar sensation seeped into her clothes, causing her to shudder slightly and feel a strange discomfort rising in her tailbone.

The human waist is a relatively sensitive area.

Especially women.

Being attacked suddenly can leave you feeling completely bewildered.

However, Vermouth was, after all, an old lady who had seen a lot in life, and she immediately suppressed this unusual feeling of discomfort.

She suppressed her discomfort, trying her best not to change her expression, and looked down at Fujino who was supporting her. Her light golden hair fell down, and she still had that smiling look on her lips: "What are you trying to do? Take advantage of your aunt?"

"Come on, what advantage do you have?" Fujino retorted speechlessly, his hands gripping her waist as he lifted and swayed her a couple of times. "I just wanted to weigh you, don't get me wrong."

"Test your weight?" Vermouth's eyes revealed a hint of doubt. In addition to her doubt, she also felt as if she was being treated like a toy, and her feelings were somewhat complicated.

“Yes.” Fujino nodded, then grabbed her waist and weighed her up a couple of times: “We’ll need this later, but I definitely won’t tell you what it’s for now.”

"Why didn't you just ask me directly?" Vermouth narrowed her eyes, not pressing for why she needed to weigh herself, but teasingly adding in a flippant tone, "If you want to take advantage of your aunt, don't make excuses..."

"What if you're lying?" Fujino glanced at her speechlessly, then said in a matter-of-fact tone, "What if what you, this old lady, says is too different from your actual weight? Then we'll be in trouble later."

"It's more reliable if I measure it myself."

As he spoke, he lightly weighed it in his hand a couple more times, frowned, and said with a hint of disdain, "But to be honest, your weight doesn't match your body shape; you're a bit heavier than you look."

"..." Vermouth fell silent upon hearing this, staring at Fujino's composed face, feeling a strange sense of humiliation welling up in her heart, as if she had been somewhat insulted.

Grabbing her waist and taking advantage of her is one thing, but it's another.

They actually said she was heavy?

Even though she's an older woman and doesn't care much about those things, being criticized as a woman still makes her feel uncomfortable.

After weighing her for a while and determining her weight, Fujino put Vermouth down.

"What, not going to hug me a little longer?"

Vermouth glanced at it, her tone laced with undisguised resentment: "Or are you saying you can't handle it? You can't stand me if I'm even slightly heavy?"

“What do you mean by ‘hug’? I’m just carrying you, okay…” Fujino corrected, then added with dissatisfaction, “And who are you calling inappropriate? I just don’t want to waste time.”

"Yes, yes, yes," Vermouth replied dismissively. "So, what are you planning to do next?"

“Of course, we should take direct action,” Fujino replied, then glanced at her out of the corner of his eye: “By the way, speaking of which, you seemed to have mistaken ‘tu’ for ‘hug’ just now.”

"Then I'll show you what a real hug looks like."

As Fujino continued talking to himself, he rushed forward two steps, pounced on Vermouth, grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Then, he leaped up and caught Vermouth in mid-air in a princess carry, rushing towards the outside of the unfinished building.

Vermouth had no time to react before she was dragged off the building.

For a moment, she was a little confused.

What exactly is Fujino trying to do?
Did they take me with them when they jumped off the building?

Wait a minute, why are you jumping off the building while holding me?

Vermouth was completely bewildered, unable to understand the logic behind what had just happened, or why the kid had suddenly changed his expression.

Just as she was wondering, a "thumping" sound suddenly rang out.

The robe behind Fujino suddenly transformed into a pair of wings, or more precisely, hang gliders.

In mid-air, the two wings of the hang glider cut through the air, quickly gaining lift with the help of a gentle breeze.

Then, Vermouth felt a lightness in her body, followed by a feeling of floating.

Vermouth regained her senses, glanced around, and saw the Tokyo cityscape rushing past beneath her.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "I almost forgot, this kid has a hang glider."

She calmed herself down, relaxed her stiff body, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked resentfully at Fujino, who was almost face to face with her: "You brat, can you at least give me a heads-up next time? I almost thought you were going to take your aunt with you in a suicide pact because you couldn't have her."

"How did you say that in advance?" Fujino steadily controlled the glider, his eyes fixed ahead, and without even looking down, he complained to her, "You said I was going to take you flying, but first you let me hug you. I don't know if you're going to try to take advantage of me again. You're not embarrassed, but I am."

"As for dying for love, that's not your place."

“I see…” Vermouth chuckled softly, “So you weren’t taking advantage of me just now, you were actually weighing yourself.”

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, her chest brushing against mine, and a slight smile curved her lips: "It was I who misunderstood you, my little nephew. I'll have to make it up to you when I get the chance."

A warm current swept across my cheeks, sweeping away the winter chill, leaving a tingling, numb sensation.

Fujino narrowed his eyes, then slightly swayed his arms as if carrying a princess, giving it a gentle bounce. The glider, which had been flying steadily, trembled in the air: "If you keep making a fuss, I'll throw you off."

(End of this chapter)