Conan's Unscientific Detective

Fujino waved his hand indifferently.

Anyway, his rescue was not in vain.

At least I got 200 good doctor proficiency points for free.

"Ah woo~"

As the night deepened, the members of the Junior Detective Team yawned in unison.

"Are you guys sleepy yet?"

Dr. Agasa asked them, "Let me take you home."

"no!"

“We’re not sleepy at all!”

"We're going to stay here with Conan."

A few little ones said stubbornly.

"Okay, Conan needs to rest now."

Dr. Agasa said: "Besides, you can come back tomorrow."

"If you don't go home, your parents will be worried."

Huiyuan Ai echoed, and then tugged at Fujino's clothes: "Let's go home too."

…………

A Ford Taurus is driving on a highway in Tokyo.

Fujino was sitting in the driver's seat and asked Huiyuan Ai who was sitting in the passenger seat: "Xiao Ai, how about we eat out today?"

"It's getting late now. Cooking is a bit troublesome. It's not bad to eat out."

Huiyuan Ai nodded, took out her phone to check the time, thought for a moment, and continued, "When I was reading a food magazine before, I saw a Chinese restaurant that is quite close to here and has a good reputation. How about eating there?"

"Chinese restaurant... let's go check it out."

Following the guidance of Haibara Ai, Fujino drove all the way to a Chinese restaurant called "Yang's Restaurant".

The exterior of this Chinese restaurant is decorated with wood, and the overall color tone is red, giving it an imitation Chinese style.

Fujino and Huihara Ai pushed open the shop door.

A waiter in a suit and vest came up to greet us warmly.

"Ugh?!"

Just as the two were about to sit down, a surprised sound suddenly came from the side.

When Fujino looked back, he saw several men of various appearances staring at him.

A fat man came forward and asked Fujino, "Are you the famous detective Fujino?"

"Do I know you?"

Fujino narrowed his eyes and looked at the fat man in front of him, without any impression of him.

The fat man was wearing an orange jacket and jeans. He was plump, had wavy hair, and a small goatee on his chin. He looked like a greasy middle-aged leader in a gangster movie.

"Yes, yes, it was my negligence."

The fat man quickly took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Fujino: "My name is Shiro Kawabata, a film producer."

Fujino took the business card, looked at it, and found that it was indeed the correct information. Then he asked in confusion: "Excuse me, Mr. Kawabata, is there anything I can do for you?"

"I do have something to trouble you with..."

Kawabata Shiro smiled and invited, "I wonder if you would be so kind as to sit with us. Of course, this meal is ours."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 269: Solving the Case at Light Speed

Inside the brightly lit restaurant.

"What a blessing..."

Shiro Kawabata raised his glass and drank the wine in one gulp: "I didn't expect to meet the famous detective Fujino just for dinner."

"Where."

Fujino had a professional fake smile on his face. He picked up the drink on the table and took a sip, responding politely.

He is not interested in such social conventions.

Mainly for socializing.

If a stranger shows you kindness, he is either a crook or a thief, or he has something to ask of you.

He wanted to see what the producer wanted to commission him to do.

And get a free dinner.

As Fujino expected, when he saw that the time was right, Kawabata Shiro made his request: "Actually, I have something I would like to trouble you, Detective Fujino."

Fujino picked up the drink, took a sip, and said calmly: "Can you tell me the content of the commission?"

"Is such that."

Seeing Fujino's reaction, Kawabata Shiro knew that his little trick was exposed. "We are preparing to shoot a movie recently, but the heroine broke her bones in a car accident... So I want to ask Detective Fujino to help find a girl who is 'capable, young and cute' from among the people you know to be the heroine."

"I advise Detective Fujino not to introduce him."

At the side, a man with fox eyes suddenly joked: "Some idiotic producers, in order to make money, would go against the spirit of the original work and add a lot of sex scenes and irrelevant love plots to the film."

"Ahem."

Kawabata Shiro coughed awkwardly, "Mr. Kitaura, the person you are talking about is not me, right?"

The man named Beipu turned his head and chuckled: "Who knows?"

"If it was just a love scene, it would be fine."

A man with a beard and glasses suddenly said, "If you are unlucky when filming this guy's movie, you may die during the filming."

"Don't say such things."

Shiro Kawabata was a little embarrassed. Just as he was about to pick up the wine glass, he accidentally knocked over his soup bowl, and some of the soup spilled on Fujino's pants.

Almost burned the oregano.

"I'm so sorry Detective Fujino!"

Shiro Kawabata quickly picked up his wet towel and wiped his jeans, and also wiped Fujino.

Then, a little blue appeared on Fujino's pants.

Fujino raised his head: Are you looking for trouble on purpose?

"Forehead……"

Shiro Kawabata took a look at the blue stain on his jeans and immediately started picking his feet in embarrassment.

"Let me do it."

Haibara Ai skillfully picked up the towel and bent down to wipe the soup stains off Fujino.

Fujino looked at his casual pants with distress.

This guy's jeans are fading!

…………

The night sky in Tokyo gradually darkened.

After a while, the drizzle fell like willow leaves.

There was a commotion among the pedestrians on the road, and they all hurried to nearby shops to take shelter from the rain.

After ordering, the dishes were finally served on the table.

Everyone sat around the dining table.

This time, in addition to Kawabata Shiro and Fujino Huihara Ai, there were three other people sitting at the same table.

They are assistant director Motoden Ito, the original author of the square-chinned and squinty-eyed novel Kyogo Kitura, and the director of this film, Isoo Hirozo.

Several of them belong to the same film crew, and they came out this time to discuss the film's female lead.

After a moment of embarrassment, Kawabata Shiro found the opportunity and asked Fujino again: "By the way, Detective Fujino, do you have a suitable candidate for the matter I just mentioned?"

"As for candidates, I can't think of one for now... Well, I'll call you when I find one."

Fujino glanced at the fat on Kawabata Shiro's face and said so.

As for the candidate, he does have one, Hiratsuka Shizuka is quite suitable.

He can vouch for her skill, but as for her youth and cuteness...

Jingkeai, isn’t she cute?

Maybe it's because I'm almost 30, and because of my age, my temper is a little bad.

However, Fujino does not intend to push the Iron Fist Saint out.

Even if it is to be released, it will not be given to a producer who looks like the leading actor in a lunatic movie.

“Haha… no problem.”

Kawabata Shiro nodded with a smile, knowing that Fujino was practicing Tai Chi.

But I just offended him, so it's normal for him to be unhappy.

As he said this, he wanted to pick up some food for Fujino.

However, when he saw the dishes in front of him on the table in front of him, he complained again: "Who ordered the preserved egg tofu and crab meat scrambled eggs? I should have just said not to order these two things, right?"

"It should be someone who is traveling with you."

Fujino picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin and said, "I just ordered sweet and sour pork tenderloin, and Xiaoai who came with me ordered steamed dumplings."

"Ugh……"

Kawabata Shiro sighed, "These people are really something. They know I hate food with eggs, but they still order it."

"Hate eggs?"

"Yes."

Shiro Kawabata turned the two dishes away from him and said, "Ever since I was a child, I have wanted to vomit whenever I saw food containing eggs."

"It should be a rare physiological symptom. If you force yourself to eat it, it may cause poisoning."

As Huihara Ai spoke, she picked up a steamed dumpling and put it in Fujino's bowl, saying in a calm tone: "I heard that their steamed dumplings are very good. Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Fujino picked up the steamed dumpling and took a bite, commenting: "It's quite good. The chef should be Chinese."

"I'll go get the soy sauce."

Haibara Ai nodded, turned the table in front of her, and wanted to take the soy sauce over there, but before she could get it, the soy sauce was suddenly turned away.

Haibara Ai:"……"

She turned again, and was moved away again.

Haibara Ai: I’m a little angry.

Fujino raised his head and looked around, this time he stretched out his hand and turned it.

Isoo Haizo, who was sitting opposite, turned the turntable back.

"..."

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly, and an invisible aura seemed to appear around him.

Isosuke Uezo suddenly felt a chill on his back. He looked up and saw the detective opposite him staring at him.

He swallowed, picked up a piece of preserved egg, and smiled embarrassedly.

Seeing this, Fujino silently turned the revolving table around, took the soy sauce off, poured some into Haibara Ai's bowl, and put it back in its place.

“BJ Roast Duck is here!”