Conan's Unscientific Detective

"A new bodyguard professional mission has been detected, please check it out!"

"Bodyguard professional mission?"

Fujino rode his motorcycle, his eyes fixed on the system task interface in front of him: [Bodyguard professional task: rescue Suzuki Sonoko

Mission objective: Rescue Suzuki Sonoko from the kidnappers

Mission Reward: 1 million yen, 100 bodyguard career points

Mission-limited countdown: ??? None】

“No location marking?”

Fujino stared at the task details on the system interface, narrowing his eyes slightly, "It seems that we can only go to Xiaolan to have a look first..."

He remembered this case.

It was probably an old man who stole a list of fake accounts from a company that was used to bribe Japanese officials and shareholders, and planned to expose it.

In order to prevent the matter from being exposed, the company asked the person who specialized in handling these shady matters to kidnap the old man.

But just before the old man was kidnapped, he handed the disk containing the fake accounts to Xiaolan.

Because of this, Xiaolan was also targeted by those people.

In order to find the owner of the disk, Xiaolan and the police dog Conan followed the clues and found the bus stop.

Then Yuanzi was kidnapped by those people.

For the time being, the garden will not be in any danger.

But if it takes too long, it’s hard to say.

He still doesn't want the garden to become a rice flower specialty.

Although he is a little careless, he is indeed a good person and is one of the few friends he has in this world.

"Does it look like we need to hurry up?"

Fujino took a deep breath, turned on Hawkeye, and stepped on the accelerator.

There was a loud bang.

The jet-black motorcycle rushed out like a sharp sword.

The red taillights drew a red neon line in the deep night.

…………

On the other side, on the streets of Tokyo, in the "Panda" patrol car of the Metropolitan Police Department's Traffic Division.

A female police officer in a traffic department uniform was sitting in the passenger seat and yawned.

Then, he said to Yumi Miyamoto, who had long black hair and a pretty face and was also wearing a traffic department uniform, "Yumi, are we still going to catch those two speeding gangs tonight?"

"Of course I will catch him."

Miyamoto Yumi's eyes were particularly determined, "Today, I must catch that guy."

"forget it."

The policewoman on the side waved her hand, "We didn't block that guy when we came here yesterday, and even if we did block it, there is a high probability that it will be the same as before. Just as soon as we saw the shadow of his car, he was thrown away..."

Yumi Miyamoto didn't reply, but turned her head to look out the window, with a hint of thought in her eyes.

As a law-abiding young man, Fujino naturally would not drive a Ford Taurus to race with drag racing gangs.

Then, a mysterious man driving an AE86 and a 125 motorcycle appeared in the Tokyo drag racing circle.

[Tokyo's No.1 Fastest Fujiwara]. The Fujiwara at the end of the name comes from the [Fujiwara Tofu Shop] which was accidentally glimpsed at the rear of the car.

[Deadly Red Line 125] is because the motorcycle that the mysterious man rides is 125, and every time he leaves behind only a long red taillight.

Because most of the motorcycle racers are actually bad guys, the name of "motorcycle" seems a bit childish.

In fact, Fujino never killed anyone.

The traffic department of the Metropolitan Police Department believes that the two people should be the same person.

Because they appeared at the same time, and the speed of both of them was far beyond normal, and the time periods of their appearance were basically the same.

"Om-"

Just as Miyamoto Akemi was thinking, a black motorcycle shadow passed by her eyes at a high speed.

The roar of the engine echoed all around, and as the distance increased, the sound gradually became smaller.

"?"

Miyamoto Yumi was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction where the motorcycle was heading. There was only a long red line left...

"That just now... couldn't be..."

The policewoman sitting in the passenger seat looked confused.

The black shadow just now flashed by, leaving behind a long red line of red taillights.

"it's him!"

Yumi Miyamoto immediately recovered, stepped on the accelerator to the floor, turned on the police lights, and started shouting into a megaphone: "Pull over, the fatal red line is 125!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 237: Xiaolan is not that fierce, right?

"Stop the motorcycle in front! Pull over!"

The sound of sirens and the fierce woman's roar sounded behind her.

Fujino looked up and saw in the rearview mirror a patrol car with red police lights flashing, following him closely behind the back of a motorcycle.

"Have you been spotted by the traffic police?"

Fujino looked down at his speedometer.

【190km/h】

The maximum speed of this motorcycle is 220km/h

With the help of an experienced driver, it can almost reach 260.

Normally speaking, now it is almost reaching the limit.

"If this speed isn't enough..."

Fujino murmured and turned on the old driver's overclocking.

[Overclocking is turned on, increasing the host's speed by 50%]

[Have accelerated the host to 285km/h]

【Please be safe! 】

Accompanied by a series of system prompt sounds ringing in my ears.

"Buzz!" In an instant, the motorcycle's engine began to make bursts of explosive noises, and the exhaust pipe even began to emit bursts of tail flames.

The next moment, the jet-black motorcycle shot out like lightning.

The moment the overclocking was turned on, Fujino only felt a strong recoil coming from the front.

The world in front of my eyes gradually became blurry, but in just a moment, the world in front of my eyes began to become clearer.

Can see clearly.

Twist the throttle again.

The motorcycle began to accelerate at an incredible speed.

Until finally, it soared to [300km/h].

"Yumi! Slow down!"

The female police officer in the passenger seat glanced at the speedometer and shouted, "It's already 180 kilometers per hour!"

Yumi Miyamoto watched the red line outlined by the red light gradually disappear into the distance.

Seeing that it was impossible to continue the pursuit, he gradually reduced his speed.

"Just now, if I saw it correctly..."

The policewoman blinked and said, "That motorcycle accelerated by at least fifty per second..."

"Do not."

Yumi Miyamoto stared at the intersection where the motorcycle disappeared, and murmured, "Just in a split second, the motorcycle accelerated to at least 90 kilometers per hour."

There was silence in the car.

…………

[Congratulations to the host for shaking off the traffic police's pursuit. 30 driver proficiency points have been issued to the host]

[Current proficiency points: 470|500]

The motorcycle was still moving at an unreasonable speed.

On the streets late at night, there is only a red light following closely.

If it were an ordinary person, the car would have been destroyed and the person would have died at this speed.

But Fujino is not a normal person.

Even at this speed, maneuvering the motorcycle has become extremely difficult.

But with the quadruple blessing of perception, reaction, strength, and the skills of a veteran driver.

Fujino was still able to easily avoid the surrounding vehicles and people.

Ping An Bus Operation Headquarters.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from far away.

Xiaolan looked up and vaguely saw a motorcycle approaching them quickly.

The motorcycle was moving very fast, and its red taillights drew a beautiful red line in the dim night.

Then, sparks began to fly from both wheels of the incredibly fast motorcycle, and the brake pads gradually turned red.

As the speed gradually slowed down, the black motorcycle turned sideways.

Accompanied by a series of harsh friction sounds, a black tire mark was left on the flat road and stopped steadily in front of Xiaolan.

The rider flipped up the windshield, revealing a familiar face.

"Fujino-senpai... Sonoko..."

Xiaolan stood alone under the street light, feeling guilty and self-blame. "If I hadn't insisted on coming here to look for that old man, Yuanzi wouldn't have..."

"do not Cry."

Fujino took out a handkerchief from his personal space and handed it to Xiaolan, "Do you have any clues about the direction that those people took Sonoko to?"

"some."

Xiaolan took the handkerchief, wiped her tears, and pointed to the road beside her. "I just heard the cleaner who saw Yuanzi being kidnapped say that the car that took Yuanzi away left in that direction."

"You stay here and wait for the police."

Fujino looked in the direction Xiaolan pointed, his eyes narrowed slightly: "I'll catch up now."

Fujino gave instructions and then stepped on the accelerator. With the roar of the engine, the motorcycle sped towards the dark road.

"Fujino-senpai, I'm leaving the garden in your hands!"

Xiaolan waved her handkerchief and shouted at the motorcycle that was going away.

"boom!"

Fujino's motorcycle quickly overtook a speeding taxi.

"Fuck!"

The driver looked at the red line that suddenly rushed past him and shouted in confusion.