Conan's Unscientific Detective

It is said that it was left by a mysterious guest during the day.

"letter?"

Back in the bedroom on the fourth floor, Fujino looked at the envelope in front of him that read "From Detective Fujino" and felt a little confused.

Who would write to him?

This reminded him of the last time Asai Makotoshi met on Moon Shadow Island.

Thinking of this, he opened the envelope.

[Don't go to the charity party hosted by Sufang Hongzi, or you will regret it - The Messenger of the Cursed Mask]

"Cursed Mask?"

Fujino stared at the letter written in newspaper text. Related terms popped up in his mind, and memories kept emerging. He was stunned on the spot.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 272 Assassin Career Bounty

"Curse the Mask's messenger...Curse the Mask's Sneering Murder Case?"

After coming to his senses, Fujino took a deep breath, glanced at the letter in his hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Human memory is stored in a compressed form, and only when it is used will the circuit be retrieved based on clues.

He didn't have a very deep impression of this case, so it was not until he saw the signature of [The Messenger of the Cursed Mask] that he combined his impressions and recalled this memory.

In his memory, the real murderer of the hit-and-run case that he had investigated 20 years ago was actually Sufang Hongzi.

In order to avoid the impact of the car accident on her reputation, she, who was at the peak of her fame, framed the crime on her female assistant and brutally killed her, creating the illusion of suicide out of fear of punishment.

After that, she continued to consume her female assistant and supported her son, Aikawa Fuyuya, to become a star, continuing to exploit the surplus value of this mother and son.

Then he founded the Red Society and held various charity events such as benefit performances. He used the children who became orphans due to traffic accidents to gain sympathy and put all the donations into his own pocket.

But not long ago, Lanchuan finally discovered the truth of the matter.

In order to avenge his mother and expose the ugly face of the old lady, he plans to impose the justice of the Mihua people on Sufang Hongzi at the party tomorrow night.

The threatening letter signed by "Cursed Masked Messenger" was sent out because the person did not want to see truly kind-hearted people being used by Sufang Hongzi.

Although this time, Fujino did not suffer any direct losses, he even made one million.

But thinking back to those children who had been exploited, his expression gradually darkened.

"A new assassin class mission has been detected, please check it out!"

Upon hearing this, Fujino casually opened the system interface and saw a task screen appear in front of him:

[Assassin's Career Mission: Hypocritical Philanthropist

Mission summary: A hypocritical philanthropist who likes to collect cursed masks has been embezzling donations in the name of charity for fifteen years, using the children in the orphanage to gain sympathy, causing countless children who should have received treatment to become disabled or die.

——Go and uncover the hypocritical mask! The world is so dark, why not make it even darker!

Mission objective: Assassinate Sufang Hongzi (by any means)

Mission Reward: 1 million yen, 100 assassin professional proficiency points]

"To uncover the hypocritical mask... it's a bit childish."

Fujino looked at the assassination mission in front of him and couldn't help but complain.

One million yen to kill one person.

It’s a bit less indeed…

But this is the value of Su Fang Hongzi.

"The one who understands me is the system."

Fujino took over the system task.

Although the dog system doesn't look very good, it is still quite powerful at critical moments.

Since you won't even give him a little bit of pathetic redemption, then let's end it here.

If you can’t go back, then don’t go back. This dark and fucked up world doesn’t need any redemption.

Only by escaping into the darker darkness can we glimpse a glimpse of light.

Fujino's expression gradually became calm, and suddenly a cold light flashed in his eyes. A faint murderous intent emanated from his body.

It seems that he will have to be a villain this time.

…………

The next day, winter came again.

The sky outside Tokyo was filled with frost condensed from the cold air, snow piled up on both sides of the road, and the bare black trees nearby were blown by the cold wind, making bursts of creaking sounds.

Fujino was wearing his usual suit, driving a Ford Taurus on the road to Sufang Hongzi's suburban villa.

Haibara Ai sat in her own exclusive co-pilot seat, holding her chin with one hand, staring at the snow scene outside the window.

At this moment, she was wearing a black Gothic Lolita outfit with a long skirt falling down and brown curly hair sticking to her face, giving her the feeling of a cold and aristocratic girl.

She had won this when she went out with Miyano Akemi some time ago and drew a travel voucher to Izu.

I always felt a little embarrassed, she didn't wear...

I changed into it reluctantly today when attending a party.

In fact, Fujino didn't want to bring Haibara Ai with him originally.

After all, there might be blood tonight, and it might be inconvenient to bring someone with you.

But...if I bring it with me, it can be used as a witness when I take action.

Well, he definitely didn't want to see Haibara Ai dressed as a Gothic Lolita.

…………

Passing through the suburbs, a suburban villa estate comes into view.

It was a European-style villa built of red bricks and white wood.

There is a large arch in the middle that runs through the entire villa, and the main entrance is rarely opened on both sides.

The road goes all the way to the gate of the manor, which shows how luxurious it is.

Looking inside from the door, the entrance courtyard is paved with blue bricks, with a tall lamppost standing in the middle, and an exquisite iron sculpture of an angel inlaid on the top of the pole.

Fujino parked the car steadily in the courtyard.

As soon as the two got off the car, they noticed a man not far away holding a camera and taking pictures around.

The man was wearing a black coat, a blue scarf, had short black hair, and a square face. He had an air of authority without even saying a word.

At this time, the man seemed to notice the two people, turned around, picked up the camera in his hand, and pressed the shutter.

"?!"

Haibara Ai was like a frightened chicken and subconsciously hid behind Fujino.

"Excuse me, you are Detective Fujino, right?"

The man came over and said hello: "My name is Katagiri Masaki, I'm a photographer."

"It's Mr. Katagiri."

Fujino replied, noticing the look on Haibara Ai's face, and naturally knew why she was like that.

After a pause, he turned to Katagiri Masaki and asked, "Mr. Katagiri, could you please delete the photo you just took? She doesn't like being photographed."

"I'm so sorry..."

Katagiri Masaki also realized that it was inappropriate for him to suddenly take pictures of others.

He scratched the back of his head and explained, "I just thought this little girl was so cute, and it fits the scenery very well, so I couldn't help but take a picture of her... I'll delete it now."

"cute?"

Huibara tilted her head, looking somewhat confused.

She took one look at the clothes she was wearing and didn't think they were that cute.

"so cute."

At this time, Fujino chuckled and said, "Xiao Ai, this dress suits you very well."

"Um……"

Huihara Ai blushed and lowered her head to respond.

At this time, another car drove into the manor.

The man who got out of the car was named Mamoru Matsudaira, a well-known baseball player with dark skin and wearing an orange casual jacket.

Judging from his appearance, he should be in his thirties or forties, and should be about the same age as Katagiri Masanori... but in fact he is only twenty-four years old.

Following behind him was a cold and beautiful woman with fair skin and a cyan coat, long straight black hair, a blue scarf, and a cold expression.

The cold beauty is named Haruka Nagara, and she is a well-known tarot card reader.

After arriving here, Haruka Nagara looked mysterious.

It fits the mysterious temperament of psychics, fortune tellers, etc.

She looked around, with a hint of uneasiness on her calm face. She looked at the roof of the villa and said calmly, "I've had a bad feeling since I got here... something big is going to happen... someone might even die."

"No way……"

At the side, Matsudaira Mamoru, who was a little fan of the fortune teller, said hesitantly.

"Not just the villa..."

As she spoke, Nagara Haruka turned her gaze towards Fujino: "I have a more serious premonition about Detective Fujino...even more serious than this villa."

"On me?"

Fujino seemed a little surprised, but secretly felt that this fortune teller had something special.

Indeed, if there really is a crisis...

I'm afraid he is the only one who is going to kill someone tonight.

"Ok?"

And Haibara Ai also turned her gaze to Fujino.

She had also watched the fortune teller's show.

Although she doesn't really believe in divination or anything like that.

But it is very accurate.

"Yes."

Nagara Haruka nodded, took out a tarot card from her pocket and handed it to Fujino.

Fujino took the tarot cards. The overall color of the tarot cards was gray and black, and there was a ferocious spider with a skull face and eight legs.

This reminded him of the spider that hypnotized him last time.

I don't know what it has to do with...

He glanced at the tarot cards and curiously asked Nagara Haruka, "What does the spider mean?"

"The spider, representing chaos and fear, symbolizes the opposite of life, caution, calculation, loneliness and fear."

Nagara Haruka looked at Fujino deeply and explained, "In my tarot cards, it usually represents death, change, destruction and collapse."

"That means it's a bad card."

Fujino smiled and looked at Haruka Kanamera: "Why do I feel like none of this has anything to do with me?"

"Indeed, I am also a little confused about the result of my divination... There is no absolutely bad card in the Tarot cards."

Nagara Haruka looked away, thought for a moment, and said, "If it was Detective Fujino, I think the interpretation would be that there is unlimited potential within."

"Is this so..."

Fujino remained calm upon hearing this, but his eyes narrowed slightly.