The unscrupulous detective in Conan

Chapter 1476 Why did you reward him?
Fujino leaned against the railing, arms crossed, listening silently and taking notes.

Having obtained the information she wanted, Vermouth glanced at Honjou and Itsuki with disdain in her eyes, then raised her foot and kicked it towards his chin as if kicking a soccer ball.

A muffled "Duang" sound rang out.

Ben Shang and Shu's heads slammed onto the concrete floor, and then their eyes rolled back as they lost consciousness.

Fujino walked up to her with his arms crossed, glanced at the gun in her hand, and teased, "Your technique looks quite skilled..."

“Practice makes perfect,” Vermouth replied, then took two steps back in disgust, distancing herself from the unpleasant smell before her expression softened slightly. She then raised her chin, adopting a proud and confident air: “Don’t forget, your aunt is usually involved in assassinations, infiltrations, and intelligence work…”

"Although I don't specialize in this, this little job is nothing to mention."

"I can tell." Fujino looked at the slightly arrogant old lady in front of him, wondering what she was so proud of.

He glanced at the two figures lying on the ground, Ben and Shu, and pondered his analysis: "Empty all the bullets, then take out one and pretend to put it back in, giving him the illusion that there really is a bullet inside the wall. Then use something like roulette to break down his will and psychological defenses..."

But halfway through his sentence, he looked at Vermouth with confusion: "But why are you rewarding him?"

"A reward?" Vermouth's eyes widened, momentarily confused as to what reward she had received.

Are there any rewards?

How come she didn't know?
Fujino ignored her, stroked his chin, and pondered to himself, "But apart from rewarding him, your approach is acceptable. It's a method I haven't used before. I might try it next time I have the chance."

Hearing this, Vermouth narrowed her eyes slightly, then smiled and leaned closer: "Would you like me to teach you?"

“That won’t be necessary,” Fujino muttered to himself. “Since we’re approaching it psychologically, besides this method, we could use a gun to slowly inflict non-lethal wounds, or we could cut his flesh with a blunt knife, or tie him up and place a water bottle on his head, dripping a drop of water every now and then…”

As he spoke, an idea suddenly popped into his head, and he subconsciously asked Vermouth, "By the way, speaking of which, your Russian roulette game must have a very low margin for error, right?"

"What do you mean?" Vermouth tilted her head slightly.

Fujino pondered seriously and said, "If he still doesn't confess after we beat him, it will be difficult to continue threatening him. After all, he's already sure there are no bullets left in his body, so it will be even more difficult to get him to confess."

“That’s true…” Vermouth did not deny this, but explained, “Because he’s just an ordinary person. If it were someone who had been trained, I wouldn’t have used this method.”

“Actually, there are other ways.” Fujino continued to think. “I just thought of another idea. We can do it the way you just said, but we’ll have to change the method.”

"It's still Russian roulette, but it's loaded with live bullets. You slowly attack non-lethal areas with a pistol, and then pull out the bullet on the last shot."

"Because of his previous wounds, he must have been in a state of confusion by the end. Now he can't see the pistol, and he must believe that the next shot will really hit him in the head."

Vermouth hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What if he still doesn't confess?"

Fujino pondered for a moment, then said, "Then let's use my old skills. I'll beat him up with a wooden sword until he confesses."

Vermouth was momentarily speechless: "So you usually beat people up when you interrogate them?"

Fujino nodded with his arms crossed: "It really works. It's a common occurrence. If you're not satisfied, just arrange an electrotherapy treatment and that'll be the end of it. I'll make sure you understand."

"What if you still don't confess?"

"Just kill him already, he's wasting so much of my time."

Upon hearing this, Vermouth's face darkened with numerous exasperations: "This isn't forced confession, this is torture!"

Fujino looked at her in confusion: "I've already used all sorts of methods, what's wrong with using a little torture?"

Vermouth's lips twitched slightly upon hearing this. She felt that she was far too merciful compared to Fujino. She herself only killed people without any real mercy, but this kid truly didn't treat people like human beings.

She genuinely felt that way.

In front of this guy, she felt like she was about to become an angel.

She sighed and clicked her tongue in amazement: "You kid, you seem to have a lot of talent. You even thought of this. You really are born to do what I do."

As she sighed, a strange look appeared in her eyes: "However, the way you described torturing people is really quite terrifying."

Fujino: "..."

Is it scary?

How dare you, a ruthless old lady who kills people and burns down houses, have such a shameless attitude?
Fujino inwardly scoffed, then looked at the gun still in her hand: "Right, now that you've used the gun, isn't it time to give it back to me?"

"Oh right, there are bullets..."

Vermouth felt a little unhappy upon hearing this.

She, Vermouth, is greedy for guns and bullets?
Although she was a little annoyed, she returned the gun and then took out bullets from her pocket and handed them over.

Fujino put everything back into his personal space: "Alright, let's stop talking about this nonsense and go see where he hid the evidence."

"Then what should he do?"

Vermouth turned around, her eyes still showing a hint of disdain as she looked at Honjou and Itsuki not far away.

There is only one hang glider now.

If she brings this guy along, all that filth will probably be thrown at her.

Fujino looked over, and felt a little uncomfortable.

If Vermouth thinks something is dirty, then of course he would think it's dirty too.

After all, the things on this guy's body are truly terrifying.

Fujino thought of taking out his Poké Ball to put the guy away.

But then I thought about how it might pollute my Poké Ball, so I gave up on the idea.

Of course, the most important thing is that the old lady is by my side. Her physical fitness is beyond question. If she just pulls out a Poké Ball that can store space.

That's a bit outrageous.

…………

After discussing it, Fujino and Vermouth decided to throw Honjou and Kazuki onto the rooftop and head straight for their rented room at 4-5 Beikacho.

Having learned from the first experience, Fujino didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, picked up Vermouth in a princess carry, and then took off from the spot.

Having experienced this once before, Vermouth wasn't flustered this time. She just gripped Fujino's clothes tightly, a little worried that she might hit her hip again when she landed.

However, her worries were somewhat unnecessary.

The moment Fujino landed steadily on the ground, he instinctively let go of her hand again. Immediately afterward, Vermouth was thrown out again; grabbing her collar was useless, the momentum was too great and she flew out again.

Fortunately, she was mentally prepared this time. She adjusted her posture in mid-air and rolled twice to stabilize herself after landing.

She stood up, took a deep breath to suppress her anger, and looked up at Fujino with a deep gaze: "Is this also a habit?"

"Guessed it right."

"..."

Vermouth took a deep breath and clenched her fist.

He managed to barely suppress the urge to kill the kid.

She looked up at the second floor of the rented house not far away, and then asked, "Are you going to get those things or should I get them?"

"It doesn't matter." Fujino shook his head slightly, his tone indifferent. "I only need that list; you can have the rest as you wish."

Vermouth narrowed her eyes slightly: "Aren't you afraid I'll just destroy that thing?"

Fujino remained nonchalant: "So what if it's destroyed? At worst, I'll just experiment on you with everything I just mentioned."

"..."

Vermouth paused for a moment upon hearing this, then, without keeping anyone in suspense, she pulled off her cloak and removed her mask, revealing her pale golden hair, and unzipped her blouse to reveal a patch of white skin.

Fujino glanced at her speechlessly, his lips twitching slightly: "So, what are you trying to do?"

“Of course, I should dress more normally,” Vermouth said calmly. “Your outfit was too eye-catching; it would definitely attract attention.”

Fujino: "..."

What does it mean to be "more normal"?
What I'm saying is, is this normal?
What happened just now would at most be considered as some special group undergoing special training, but the way you look now is truly unforgettable, okay?!
Vermouth acted quickly, immediately taking a travel bag from the rented room.

The travel bag contained many items, including the belongings of several previous victims, a stun gun, and spare clothes used during the attack.

Vermouth rummaged through the contents and quickly pulled out a talisman.

After taking out the pink amulet, she untied the rope at the top and put two fingers inside.

Soon, he deftly pulled out a small black card.

To be precise, it's an SD card.

Fujino leaned forward to take a look and asked her, "Is this the card with the list of undercover agents in your organization?"

“That’s right.” Vermouth smiled slightly. “Although it’s not comprehensive, with this, you’ll have almost complete control over the lifeline of many important places in Japan, including politics, financial companies, and all sorts of industries.”

Fujino couldn't help but retort, "So your organization is really scary, huh? Japanese society is practically sieve-like from your infiltration, isn't it?"

“You should say our organization, after all, you are also a member of the organization, junior nephew.” Vermouth slightly corrected Fujino’s statement, then thought for a moment and said, “However, it’s not that we’ve infiltrated every corner of the organization, it’s just that we do have many of our people in various aspects.”

Fujino was already used to this.

After all, in his memory, Pisco, that old man, was a prominent figure in Japan.

He leaned forward, glanced at it, and asked, "So, how many are there?"

"I'm not too sure about that either." Vermouth shook her head slightly, her tone tinged with helplessness. "I'm not in charge of this kind of thing, but it's definitely not a small part of it."

As she spoke, she took out her phone, snapped a picture of the SD card, and quickly sent it to her boss. After sending the photo...

Fujino watched her actions and asked in confusion, "Speaking of which, you only sent your boss a photo, and you just gave me this list like that. Won't your boss investigate this?"

"Of course not." Vermouth crossed her arms, emphasizing her ample chest, looking confident. "The boss still trusts me. He simply doesn't believe I could do something like this. At least, in his eyes, I have no motive."

After a pause, she asked Fujino, "By the way, are you in a hurry for the information inside?"

Fujino looked puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"

Faced with Fujino's question, Vermouth was neither surprised nor expected. She simply explained, "Lists like these, which are internal to an organization, are usually encrypted using special encryption programs. They can only be used on computers within the organization. If an external host is used, the internal data will be destroyed immediately."

"Is that so?"

Fujino certainly knew what this thing was; in his memory, it seemed to be called the Dark Night Baron.

Basically, she was telling the same thing as Vermouth, and she wasn't lying about that.

After thinking for a moment, Fujino suddenly frowned and looked at her, saying in a deep voice, "You're not planning to take the SD card, then say the hacking failed, and use that as an excuse to fob me off, are you?"

Vermouth noticed the change in Fujino's expression and was momentarily confused.

She was a little confused about Fujino's reaction.

After thinking for a moment, she asked in confusion, "Why do you think that?"

Fujino narrowed his eyes: "Why didn't you say so beforehand, and only now... As an organization executive, you should know about this kind of thing, right?"

"I was planning to wait until I got it before saying anything..." Vermouth muttered, realizing that the kid's paranoia had kicked in again.

So, dealing with this kind of person is really troublesome.

She said helplessly, "I forgot to mention this beforehand, but this virus program is indeed real, it's called Dark Night Baron."

"Once an SD card is inserted into an unfamiliar computer, it will destroy the unfamiliar computer and the computer itself."

"Do you know that what you're saying isn't very convincing right now..." Fujino looked at her suspiciously with dead fish eyes: "Why do I feel like you're trying to have your cake and eat it too? You're keeping me hanging on here, and you're also trying to complete your master's mission on the other side?"

"Where is it..." Vermouth put on an innocent and pitiful look, but inside she really felt like crying.

After thinking for a moment, she sighed and said, "If you don't believe me, then come with me to read the information aloud?"

Fujino pondered for a moment, then nodded suspiciously.

Vermouth withdrew her pitiful expression and said helplessly, "So, we've known each other for so long, there's no need to hide anything anymore... You have other motives, don't you?"

"Did you see it?"

“Of course I noticed…” Vermouth sighed. “Your expression changed so quickly, it was obvious, wasn’t it?”

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes again, her gaze full of meaning: "Or are you deliberately letting me see through you?"

(End of this chapter)