Conan's Unscientific Detective

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"This is Mr. Fujino."

Fenghu Kyosuke stepped forward and said earnestly: "Time perception disorder is not a serious disease. It is just like a minor cold in the mind. As long as you actively cooperate with the treatment..."

Fujino: "..."

You're playing with me, right?

So you think this stuff too?

Fujino was speechless and looked at Kyosuke Fudo in front of him.

This guy really deserves a beating...

What's the point of talking about time perception disorder? I'm afraid he's been possessed by a certain Fukuyama.

I'll have to send you to Qingshan Mental Hospital tomorrow to have fun with the inmates there.

Haibara Ai tugged at the corner of Fujino's clothes, bringing Fujino back to his senses.

He lowered his head and saw the little girl looking at him with a worried look and pitiful eyes.

The looks of the people around him were almost the same.

Fujino: "..."

Although it does feel good to be cared for by others, this kind of inexplicable thing is really a big deal!

Retracting his thoughts, Fujino looked around and immediately called out to leave the scene: "White Horse!"

"Ok?"

A passing white horse stopped when he heard the sound.

He just heard about this incident, and it seems, as if it is true?

Time Perception Syndrome, he remembered it was a mental illness that would cause one's perception of time to become disordered...

This guy has time perception disorder?

"Brother Fujino, Mr. Hakuba, you are all here."

Megure Jusan happened to pass by with Takagi at this time: "In this case, the two of you should come with me to report the situation to Minister Odagiri..."

"Megure Police Department!"

At this time, Maori Kogoro followed up and asked: "How is the investigation of this matter going..."

“need not to know.”

Fujino spoke first, and according to Megure Jusan's words, he said, "Brother Maori, this matter is very sensitive, don't follow up on it."

"what?"

When Kogoro Mori heard this, his expression changed drastically.

Conan, who was following closely, also fell into deep thought upon hearing this.

And Kyosuke Fudo glanced at Fujino thoughtfully out of the corner of his eye.

This person...why does he look so similar to the black guy just now?

It must be an illusion.

After all, that person has black skin, this person has white skin, and his hair is black, and his voice is different, so it can't be him.

They probably just look alike.

He remembered that the other party was a famous detective, and logically he shouldn't do such sneaky things.

Following Megure Jusan, Fujino Hakuba came to the corner of the venue, and met a middle-aged man in a black suit and a red tie.

The man has a very tough look, with a traditional Shinkansen style similar to Suwa Yuji.

"Has the bomb been defused?"

Odagiri Toshiro asked as soon as he came up.

“It has been demolished.”

Megure Jusan reported: "The bomb used by the other party is not particularly difficult to dismantle. The way to detonate it is to dial a number on a mobile phone..."

"This time it's all thanks to you two."

Odagiri Toshiro looked serious as he thanked Fujino and Shiratori, "I've heard from Megure that the discovery of the bomb was all thanks to you two... You are indeed heroes when you are young..."

"Dad!"

But before he could finish, an impolite voice came from behind him.

Hearing the voice, his face darkened, and he immediately turned around and said gloomily: "Why are you here? This is not the place for you!"

"call……"

Odagiri Toshino, who had purple hair, wore a red jacket and was holding a guitar case in his hand, lit a cigarette and did not answer.

Seeing this, Odagiri Toshiro became even more annoyed: "You weren't invited to this party, were you?!"

"You're such a nag!"

Odagiri Toshi also took a deep puff of his cigarette and shouted, "I just happened to be here because of work!"

"Okay, Minister, don't be angry."

Shiratori came over to smooth things over: "It's okay to let Min stay."

"Get out of here!"

Odagiri Toshiro said in a deep voice without any curiosity: "Stray dogs are not welcome here to come and look for food."

"What did you say?!"

Odagiri Toshi was also suddenly annoyed and took two steps forward.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

Fujino walked forward, his eyes slightly narrowed at Odagiri Toshiya.

"Okay, Min-ya."

Miwako Sato also followed behind to persuade them.

In the end, he could only snort coldly and leave angrily.

Watching Odagiri Toshiya leave, Fujino's gaze rested on a woman at the door.

The woman was tall, had long brown hair, and was pretty. She was wearing a light blue suit dress and a tight skirt. She had a good figure and was wearing white stockings.

If Fujino's memory was correct, this should be the woman in the photo named Nino Tamaki whom he had seen before.

Nino Tamaki also noticed everyone's gaze.

She looked back, then turned around and left with Odagiri Toshi.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you two."

Odagiri Toshiro was also very angry. After his disappointing son left, he sighed and said, "If my son had a quarter of your ability, I wouldn't have to worry so much."

Fujino didn't quite understand this complicated relationship and could only express his understanding.

…………

By the time the banquet was over, it was already evening.

Kyosuke Fudo's plan this time was not successfully implemented.

Because the key gun has been lost...

So he needs to buy another one.

After purchasing another gun from the black shop he contacted, Kyosuke Fudo walked on the street with satisfaction, intending to go to the parking lot to prepare his next plan to shoot Miwako Sato.

"thump!"

But just as he was about to get on the bus, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Bat...Batman"

Kyosuke Fudo looked at the white robe in front of him without the bat mask and with a pitch-black hood, and was suddenly confused.

Before he could recover, a sharp pain came from his lower abdomen.

He lowered his head and saw a dart piercing his waist...

"Well, you bought another gun, huh?"

The corners of Fujino's mouth tilted slightly, and his little hands began to explore Kyosuke Fudo's body again.

About thirty minutes later, Kyosuke Fudo woke up slowly from his dream.

He looked at the upside-down world in front of him and was suddenly confused.

Who am I, where am I, who am I, where am I?

Before he could come to a conclusion, the rope tied to his feet suddenly broke.

Then, he fell heavily from the lamppost to the ground.

Fortunately, there was an open trash can underneath, so he didn't fall to death...

It's just a wound on the head.

He struggled to climb out of the trash can, feeling sore all over, as if he had been beaten up...

Well, it seems like he was really beaten up.

Suddenly, a card fell out of his pocket.

"card?"

Confused, he picked up the card and took a look. He saw the following words written on it: [Although you didn't kill anyone while holding a gun late at night, you still need to be severely punished. Again, I have confiscated the tools used to commit the crime, and I have also taken your money. Don't look for it.]

Fuudo Fuudo Kyousuke: "%%......&￥%#%#￥!@!"

My new gun!

The gun grabbing never ends, right?!

…………

Early the next morning.

Fenghu Kyosuke walked on the street with his hands in his pockets, looking a little depressed: "Ah..."

Lately, he has been feeling particularly unlucky.

He originally planned to kill the policewoman to get rid of suspicion, but he was fooled in the parking lot. Not only was his gun stolen, but he was not even left with any money.

When I was on the move last night, I happened to run into Rice Krispie Batman again. I was severely beaten up and my gun was taken away.

If he were to be placed among the popcorn men, he would be considered unlucky, right?

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that the reason why his murder plan failed was all because of that yellow-haired, black-skinned guy.

If it weren't for him, his first plan would have succeeded long ago.

There wouldn’t be those embarrassing things that happened yesterday.

Hemp egg!

The next time he meets that guy, he will definitely take revenge on him.

Thinking of this, Kyosuke Fudo sighed.

This idea is just a thought.

In such a big city like Tokyo, it is extremely difficult to find a liar whose background is unknown... It is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Forget it, if the gun is lost, it is lost. You can buy another one.

Judging from his methods, the other party is at least a repeat offender.