The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1475 What kind of one-person roulette? That's called suicide!
Kazuki Honjo's home is located in a bustling urban area surrounding Tokyo's shopping district.

As a certified public accountant, he had a respectable and well-paid job, and naturally lived in a high-end apartment.

Before the operation, Fujino had already asked Hiroki to investigate all the information about Honjo and Itsuki and send it to him, so he already knew the location and layout of the apartment well.

The hang glider circled over Tokyo for a moment, and Fujino quickly locked onto the direction of the target apartment.

He slightly adjusted his body posture, raising the direction of the glider slightly upwards, sacrificing speed for altitude, thus gradually reducing the flight speed.

When they were halfway to the apartment, the glider slowed down to a steady speed. When it finally landed on the rooftop, the impact was so slight that Fujino was able to land steadily with both feet firmly on the concrete ground of the rooftop.

In contrast, Vermouth, who was being carried in his arms like a princess, was in a much worse situation.

The moment Fujino landed, he subconsciously let go of her hand. Vermouth used the momentum to fly forward a short distance and crashed heavily onto the stone bricks of the rooftop in front of her, her hip joints making solid contact.

"Ouch..." Vermouth gasped in pain, hunching over as she slowly got up from the ground, clutching her backside with one hand. She turned to Fujino and complained, "Why did you let go?!"

"Sorry, it's an old habit of mine when I land." Fujino chuckled awkwardly, took two steps forward, reached out and pulled her up, his tone somewhat perfunctory, "You know, sometimes I can't control my subconscious actions, and I accidentally let you out."

Vermouth stared at him, speechless for a moment.

Do you think I'd believe your nonsense?

What do you mean by "accidentally" or "it's a habit"? I think you did it on purpose!
It's definitely revenge for what just happened!

She cursed Fujino in her mind, her eyes filled with barely concealed resentment.

Fujino, who was correctly guessed by the old lady, would of course not admit to such a thing. He suppressed the smile on his face and changed the subject in a light tone: "Alright, if you're not injured, get ready to move out. We still have things to do later."

Vermouth was already used to his cold attitude. She rubbed her sore buttocks repeatedly through her thick leather pants, quickly scanned the rooftop environment, and then walked slowly toward the stairwell with somewhat stiff steps.

The pain in my hip bone hadn't subsided, and every step I took felt somewhat unnatural.

She seemed like a naive young woman who had never experienced the ways of the world.

Seeing this, Fujino called out to her with some confusion, "Where are you going?"

Vermouth stopped and turned around. Although she was wearing a mask, her confusion was evident in her eyes and the expression on the half of her face that was visible: "Didn't you say you were going to take action?"

"Then why are you going that way?" Fujino pointed in the direction of the stairwell.

Vermouth paused for a moment, then asked, "If we don't go this way, are we going to go your way? You're not planning to sneak in directly from the rooftop, are you?"

"Otherwise what?" Fujino stepped to the edge of the rooftop, subtly pulled out a grappling hook from his personal storage space, glanced down at the building for a few seconds, and said without turning his head, "For this kind of infiltration mission, the most stealthy way is from the rooftop. If I were to come openly, what do you think I'd be trying to achieve by bringing you here in a hang glider?"

Belmode: "..."

Isn't it just to take advantage of me, tease me, and get revenge on me?

Her eyes narrowed, and these were the first reasons that came to mind. But then, other thoughts flashed through her mind.

No matter what, Fujino is a professional, and he must have his own purpose in doing this, that much is certain, such as saving time, avoiding witnesses, or avoiding surveillance cameras or something.

She pondered for a moment and asked, "So, you're afraid of being discovered?"

Fujino turned and glanced at her: "Otherwise, why do you think I've been able to roam freely until now without being caught?"

"Isn't it because your fighting power is so strong that no one can catch you?" Vermouth looked at Fujino's exaggeratedly strangely dressed back and stroked her chin.

She genuinely believed that the reason Fujino hadn't been captured yet was entirely due to his exceptional fighting prowess.

Otherwise, this kid would be wearing a mask and dressed all in white, swaggering around the city...

If this isn't exaggerated, how exaggerated can it be?

Are we going to have to get a Batmobile to drive around?
"..."

Fujino remained silent, instinctively wanting to refute, but he had to admit that the old lady was quite right.

He didn't intend to dwell on the topic and waved to Vermouth: "Come here and stand still."

Vermouth glanced at him, and although she was reluctant, she decided to do as she was told and obediently walked behind Fujino.

Fujino glanced back at the stairwell not far away, and after confirming that there was nothing amiss, he took out his grappling hook gun, aimed it at the outer wall of the stairwell, pulled the trigger to shoot the hook out, and then tugged hard on the rope to make sure it was secure before retracting the gun handle.

After making these preparations, he took out a glass cutter and two suction cups from his personal storage space and handed them to Vermouth.

Before Vermouth could react, he grabbed her waist and leaped off the rooftop, his gaze filled with resentment.

After adjusting their positions in mid-air, the two quickly plummeted down the rope towards the outside of the apartment building.

Just as they were falling to the seventh floor, the rope suddenly tightened, and the fall abruptly stopped.

A powerful impact came, but Fujino's excellent physical condition allowed him to withstand the force steadily, and his posture remained upright.

But Vermouth wasn't so lucky. At that moment, it was as if Fujino was holding her waist while bungee jumping. The moment the fall came to an abrupt stop, Fujino's arm involuntarily pushed upwards, hitting her armpits on both sides, causing her chest to tremble, followed by a slight sway.

It was incredibly painful.

A sharp pain shot through her, and Vermouth bit her lower lip, suppressing a sound. In her mind, however, she was already cursing Fujino to the core: "That kid is despicable... he's definitely getting revenge on me again!"

"It hurts like hell... I can't believe I have to suffer like this! If I ever go with him again, I might as well just jump off this cliff!"

Fujino didn't care about the old lady's situation, nor was he interested in what he had just bumped his arm into.

Although it was indeed as plump as it looked, it was only about the same size as their red leaves—that's how Fujino thought to himself.

He leaned down and whispered to Vermouth, "Take the glass cutter I just gave you, cut a hole in the glass, and open the window."

Despite her anger, Vermouth obediently complied after hearing this. She raised her hand and pressed the suction cup firmly onto the tempered glass to ensure a secure adhesion. Then, she picked up the glass cutter and gently slid the tip across the glass surface.

The blade made almost no sound as it sliced ​​through the glass. The normally hard, double-layered, thickened tempered glass was as soft as paper in front of this knife, and a circular hole large enough to fit a hand was quickly cut into it.

She tugged hard on the suction cup, and a round piece of glass peeled off the window intact.

Although the high-rise buildings in the apartment use tempered glass, or rather, double-layered thickened glass, it is nothing compared to the glass cutter. This glass cutter was a little gadget that Fujino had won in a regular lottery, and he had never found a use for it until today.

Vermouth, being a veteran member of the organization, naturally handled this kind of work with ease.

Her hand slipped steadily through the hole, then twisted to touch the window switch. With a nimble wrist movement, she opened the window directly.

After opening the window, she didn't rush to open it. Instead, she slowly withdrew her hand and gently pushed the window open little by little.

Fujino was amazed by the skill with which he performed the movements.

I can only say that she is indeed an older woman; her work experience must be at least twenty or thirty years.

Considering her age, which is probably quite advanced, this is actually quite normal.

Both of them were experienced veterans, so the infiltration went very smoothly. They sneaked into Ben and Shu's bedroom without any trouble.

At this time, Ben Shang and Shu were still fast asleep, their snoring could even be heard outside the bedroom.

Fujino and Vermouth exchanged a glance, and in that instant, Fujino took out a wooden sword from his personal storage space and smashed it hard against Honjou and Itsuki's heads. The wooden sword's effect was immediate and outstanding.

Before Ben Shang and Shu could even utter a muffled groan, their snoring abruptly stopped, their heads lolled to the side, and they completely lost consciousness.

Beside her, Vermouth watched this brutal scene with narrowed eyes and muttered, "You hit so hard, aren't you afraid of killing him?"

"Don't worry, he just fainted." Fujino silently put away the wooden sword, his tone full of the skill of a technician: "I've smashed at least twenty people, and I've never missed."

Then she turned to the woman next to her and teased her, "Compared to me, you, old auntie, are really good at this kind of work."

“Junior nephew, you’re not bad either, you’re almost as good as your senior aunt…” Vermouth glanced back out of the corner of her eye, then changed the subject and focused on the important point: “So, junior nephew, how do you plan to move him out?”

"We can't possibly conduct the trial here, can we?"

Fujino turned around and deftly hoisted Honjou and Kazuki onto his shoulder: "Take him to the rooftop for interrogation. If he's hidden what we're looking for in this apartment, we can search it directly after the interrogation, saving us another trip."

"That's quite thoughtful."

…………

The two of them, one in front of the other, returned to the rooftop along the rope that had been secured earlier.

They threw the book and the tree onto the concrete ground of the rooftop and tied them with red rope.

Vermouth asked, "Will you conduct the interrogation or should I?"

Fujino took two steps back and admired his work: "You interrogate him. Let me see how your organization interrogates people."

“Oh…” Vermouth was taken aback: “Don’t you know how to interrogate?”

Fujino stroked his chin and explained casually, "I can, but I usually use rather violent methods when interrogating people. You try it first, and if you can't handle it, I'll go up and interrogate you myself."

Vermouth pursed her lips upon hearing this, then looked at Ben and Itsuki beside her, and sighed, "Why didn't you tell me to interrogate them earlier? I didn't bring any tools..."

Do you have a revolver?

"Yes, how about the new southern region?"

"Any revolver will do."

Fujino and Vermouth discussed it and decided to hand over the interrogation to Vermouth, letting her try to extract any clues first.

When Honjou and Itsuki woke up, they found themselves soaked in cold water, and in front of them was a woman with a slender figure wearing a black leather jacket.

He instinctively struggled, only to find himself tightly bound by a red rope, and the way it was tied was extremely unusual. It was just like in some movies, nothing more than rope art, yet it rendered his limbs completely immobile.

Ben Shang and Shu Tou were instantly dumbfounded, unable to understand their situation, only inexplicably feeling that the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

A woman in a glamorous leather jacket uses this inexplicable and ambiguous method to bind a man...

What kind of SM scene is this?

Ignoring the bewildered Honjou and Itsuki, Vermouth immediately began her interrogation.

Holding the new Nanbu pistol she had borrowed from Fujino, she slowly walked up to Honjou Kazuki, stretched out her foot clad in a woman's black leather shoe and stepped on his chest, her smile radiant and her voice alluring: "Mr. Honjou Kazuki, is that right?"

"Gulu..."

Honjou and Shu swallowed hard: "You, you..."

Before Honjou could finish speaking, Vermouth calmly turned on the cylinder of her new Nambu pistol, took out the bullets, put them in her pocket, then took out another bullet and slowly pointed it at Honjou's forehead, her tone still very charming: "I invited Mr. Honjou over here because I want to play a game... Russian roulette."

"However, in this game, you are the only participant."

Before she finished speaking, she pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A clattering sound rang out.

Honjou and Shu were thinking to themselves: What the hell is that called, roulette? That's suicide...

Before he could even think, the action of firing the gun startled him so much that his pupils suddenly contracted, his mind went blank, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably. But he was firmly bound by the red rope and could not even dodge. He could only watch helplessly as the gun was pressed against his forehead.

Vermouth smiled as she watched the scene unfold before her and said, "It seems you're quite lucky, Mr. Ben, that you didn't win the lottery right away. Now we can have a proper chat."

She pressed down slightly harder on her foot, demanding, "Where did you put all those hidden pieces of evidence?"

Ben Shang and Shu's minds went blank, and they subconsciously murmured, "What..."

"Kata!"

"Mr. Ben, there are three more shots left. I wonder if you'll be so lucky?"

Vermouth's smile remained unchanged, and her voice was still soft and charming: "Mr. Ben, there are three more shots."

"I wonder if you'll be so lucky next time?"

She pulled the trigger again as soon as she finished speaking.

"Kata!"

Honjo and Shu trembled even more violently, their bodies convulsing uncontrollably with fear.

Vermouth leaned closer to his ear and whispered, her warm breath brushing against his ear: "Only two more shots left..."

"and many more!"

"Kata!"

Just as Honjou and Kazuki were about to speak after regaining their senses, Vermouth interrupted them with a shot.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of heat rose into the cold winter air.

Vermouth smelled an unpleasant odor, and her expression immediately turned disgusted.

She straightened up, pressing her leather shoes down the tree trunk and the ground with increased force, grinding them slightly, and pointed the gun at his head from a distance, her finger on the trigger again, her face full of disgust:

"This is the last shot."

"If you don't speak up now, you'll never have another chance."

With only one bullet left, Honjo and Shu's will had long been eroded by fear, and their consciousness and reason were replaced by the will to survive.

Facing the final shot, Honjou and Itsuki could no longer hold on and shouted repeatedly, "I'll talk! I'll talk! I hid all those things in the rented room outside!"

A hint of impatience flashed in Vermouth's eyes, and she stomped her feet on the book and the tree trunk: "Address."

Honjo Kazuki hurriedly shouted, "It's Beikacho! Room 202, the rental house at 4-5 Beikacho! Everything is in the hidden compartment of the wardrobe!"

(End of this chapter)