The unscientific detective in Conan

Say or not?

Fujino placed the photo in front of Numabuchi Kiichiro, pointed the wooden knife at his head, and said viciously: Do you know these two people?

I...I really don't know...

Hearing this, Fujino narrowed his eyes and said, Count from one thousand minus seven!

He raised the wooden knife in his hand and struck Kiichiro Numabuchi on the forehead.

993......Ah!

Waves of screams echoed around.

When Kiichiro Numabuchi passed out again, Fujino poured another bucket of cold water on him and forced him to wake up.

I advise you to tell the truth.

As he spoke, Fujino thrust the wooden knife into Numabuchi Kiichiro's chest: Otherwise, the pain will continue...

I really do not know!

Although he had killed many people, Numabuchi Kiichiro could not help but shed tears of grievance.

This man had asked him from the beginning to tell whether he had killed the strange man or woman in the photo.

If he said he didn't know, he was beaten severely and asked to start with one thousand and subtract seven.

And what's even more outrageous is that every beating will leave no scars on his body.

When he fainted from the pain, he would be poured cold water on him to wake him up again, and the cycle would start again.

Prisons don't have this kind of torture, right?

you do not know?

Fujino frowned and thrust the photo in front of his face again: Do you recognize the person in the photo, or have you killed him?

I didn't...I really didn't!

Kiichiro Numabuchi sobbed and said: I have never been to that place in Tokyo, please let me go!

Fujino's chin dropped when he heard this.

After his torture, this guy didn't even confess anything.

There are generally two possibilities for this situation.

One is that this guy is too determined and insists on not speaking.

Another thing is that this guy really doesn't know anything.

‘Am I really wrong about this guy? ’

Fujino couldn't help but think so in his heart.

Then another wave of wooden swords greeted him.

Midnight... The screams in the forest have not stopped since nightfall. The miserable screams are simply inhuman, like crows, intermittent, but never stopping.

It seems like this guy really doesn't know anything.

Fujino put away the wooden sword and looked at Kiichiro Numabuchi who fell on the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily: Damn it, is it really not him who killed the person?

Compared to the previous two possibilities, Fujino prefers the first one.

But the torture he just performed would probably be impossible for even a spy to endure, right?

It seemed that he had been wrongly blamed.

But this guy really did the killing thing. I don’t know how many families were torn apart because of this guy.

Today's punishment should be regarded as repaying the debts of those who died innocently...

Fujino murmured, looking at the full moon in the night sky, with countless thoughts in his mind.

…………

Early the next morning, Kiichiro Numabuchi, who was listed as a wanted target by the police, was found at the entrance of the Kyoto police headquarters.

When he was discovered, his whole body was tied up with red ropes, and his crotch was wet. He was still muttering:

Baitman, Bateman! It's really not me, please let me go!

The police did not know what Batemann and I really don't know meant.

I just know that a serial murder case has been caught, and the superiors will probably reward them well again.

Well, the result is good anyway.

That same day, Fujino took the Shinkansen back to Kyoto.

As for why he disguised himself as Batman to interrogate Numabuchi Kiichiro, it can only be said that his previous incident of defusing bombs on the Shinkansen was already too eye-catching.

If we deal with Kiichiro Numagachi who is wanted in this winery...

Any tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.

Fujino still understands this truth.

At the same time, in a Japanese-style courtyard in Kyoto.

Sure enough, I said I would never admit my mistake...

The brown-haired girl during the day was sitting on the wooden balcony of the Japanese-style building, staring closely: [The Shinkansen explosion! The high school student detective heroically defused the bomb and saved the lives of all the people in the car...], looking a little excited.

After a moment, she suddenly frowned.

It's rare that you come to Kyoto and you don't even come to see me... My beloved, have you forgotten the promise you made back then?

The girl spoke passionately, her cheeks bulging, showing the look of a resentful woman.

Have you really forgotten?

Staring at the falling red leaves, her eyes gradually became trance-like.

The newspaper in his hand gradually wrinkled, and there seemed to be a black mist of resentment behind him.

Mihua Town, Maori Family.

Ah Qiu!

At this time, Fujino, who was drinking miso soup, suddenly sneezed and almost spit out the miso soup he had just drank.

Hey! Boy!

Uncle Maori, who was sitting across the wooden table, scolded loudly: Don't sneeze casually while eating, okay?

Feel sorry……

Fujino nodded, looking very apologetic.

Senior, do you have a cold?

Mao Lilan did not blame Fujino, but looked concerned about the left-behind children, Recently, autumn and winter have changed seasons, which is when the flu is spreading...

Maybe I caught a cold last night...

Fujino murmured.

Recalling that when Bateman was under the moon last night, it seemed that a little water splashed on him.

Is he really going to catch a cold?

It is said that he just recovered from a cold he had a while ago.

Fujino, you are so weak!

On the side, Conan, who had just finished eating a bowl of rice, glanced at Fujino with dead fish eyes.

After what happened yesterday, he had some changes towards Fujino.

At least it's not as annoying as I originally thought.

It's just... Why did this guy come to Xiaolan's house for dinner? !

Suddenly Conan felt a long-lost sense of crisis.

How many times have I told you to call me Brother Fujino!

Fujino touched Conan's dog's head meaningfully again.

Well, dog head is not a name without origin.

Because as far as he was concerned, playing Conan felt similar to playing a Shiba Inu.

Yes, Fujino is big...big, Pigeon!

The corners of Conan's mouth twitched.

In order not to be exposed, he endured it!

Sooner or later, he will make this guy come back with interest...

Thank you very much for the hospitality... I have caused trouble to your family.

At the door of Maori's house, Fujino bowed towards Xiaolan, If I were at home by myself, I would never be able to eat such delicious food...

it's nothing!

Xiaolan waved her hand, I'm just making an extra portion by the way. If it's convenient for Fujino-senpai, you can come to my house for dinner every night in the future!

Ahem...

Hearing this, Fujino coughed slightly and felt a little embarrassed when he felt the almost distorted gaze of a certain jealous king: Then something is inappropriate...

There's nothing inappropriate, Fujino Daichi!

At this time, Mouri Kogoro, who was sitting there watching TV, suddenly raised his mouth, still holding a beer bottle in his hand, looking lonely and drunk.

After that, he said inarticulately to Fujino: Brother's home is your home! You can come whenever you want! Isn't it just dinner? Breakfast is fine...