Conan's Unscientific Detective

Ding Jin Fangxiong comforted himself in this way and secretly encouraged himself.

Then, he sneered with a gloomy face and said, "I'm so sorry. I was actually planning to teach this little devil a lesson...but I didn't expect someone like you to show up halfway."

"Now that you have seen my face, both of you should try to leave alive!"

Ding Jin Fangxiong shouted, picked up the baseball bat in his hand, and smashed it at the two people in front of him.

"Fuji...Fujino-senpai..."

Yuanzi took two steps back and sat down on the ground. He was so scared that he stammered and couldn't speak.

"You want to kill us?"

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly, catching the trajectory of the falling baseball bat.

The attack he just made wasn't too harsh.

Maybe I'm giving him a chance...

A chance to avoid a beating.

After all, he also felt a bit sorry for Ding Jin Fangxiong.

But since this guy has no sympathy, don't blame him for being ruthless.

"swing--!"

A crisp sound echoed in the mall again, and after a short while, another crisp sound of metal falling spread.

"S..."

Ding Jin Yoshio was knocked out of his hand by the huge force of the wooden sword. He covered his wrist and took two steps back, looking at Fujino in front of him with surprise.

But before he could recover, Fujino turned into a black shadow and suddenly disappeared in the dim shopping mall.

"Boom!"

The ethereal voice suddenly echoed.

Deposit Fangxiong was startled when he heard the sound, and suddenly felt a little chill in Tianling Gai.

Then, he felt a surge of pain going straight from the top of his head to his brain stem.

It felt like the skull was about to be flipped over.

"Woo..."

Ding Jin Fangxiong covered his head, gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground, and the baseball bat fell to the ground beside him.

Fujino held a wooden sword in his hand and looked down at Dingjin Yoshio: "You should be the father of the little boy who was hit and killed a year ago, right?"

"you……"

The pain did not last long. Ding Jin Yoshio raised his head and looked at Fujino in confusion, appearing a little dazed.

"Your targets are all 109 hot girls. Those 109 hot girls usually wear thick-soled shoes. The girl who was attacked was also wearing thick-soled shoes, so your target is the group wearing thick-soled shoes."

Fujino glanced at Sonoko's high-heeled shoes behind him, then looked back at Yoshio Dingjin: "Among the four attacks, only Aizawa Tae was killed, so the murderer has a grudge against Aizawa Tae. You have never killed anyone, but you killed Aizawa Tae. It just so happens that she hit and killed a little boy a year ago, so it is likely that you are the relative of that little boy, and only a father has a reasonable reason to do these things."

"Humph, you're right..."

Ding Jin Fangxiong snorted coldly and looked at Yuanzi fiercely: "I just want these evil women who are dressed in pure clothes to receive the punishment they deserve!"

Fujino frowned slightly: "Deserved punishment?"

"Xiao Ming was hit and killed because of that hateful woman driving in thick-soled shoes!"

Ding Jin Fangxiong's face gradually became sinister: "What do you mean they are minors? What do you mean they are not the main party at fault? Do they not have to bear any responsibility for killing someone?! These evil women who drove in thick-soled shoes are all guilty!"

"I will use this iron rod to enforce justice on these evil women!"

As he spoke, Ding Jin Fangxiong reached for the baseball bat beside him, intending to continue fighting back.

Fujino was silent for a moment, obviously confused by his actions.

What a villain...what justice.

Is this uncle a person with middle school syndrome?

There is absolutely no hope...

Fujino took a deep breath, his face slightly gloomy.

Since the other party has no moral principles, he will show no mercy.

Before he could touch the iron rod, he kicked it out.

The power of this kick knocked Ding Jin Fangxiong off his horse.

He was lying on the ground, holding his chest and struggling in pain. Several of his ribs must have been broken.

"What is her crime?"

Fujino walked forward and said in a cold voice: "Just because I put my shopping bags on the car while wearing thick-soled shoes, I will be punished by your hammer of justice?"

"Put the shopping bags..."

Ding Jin Fangxiong was obviously stunned.

"What do you mean by executor of justice? Don't make it sound so noble."

Fujino said calmly: "If you had only killed Aizawa Tae and the judge who ruled the case, perhaps I would have some sympathy for you..."

"But they used the so-called iron rod of justice to hit those who had committed no crime, and even wanted to kill us after their identities were discovered..."

"You just want to vent your dissatisfaction with this society by attacking innocent people with a stick in the name of revenge."

"No...it's not like that..."

There was a trace of confusion in Ding Jin Fangxiong's eyes, and he kept muttering while covering his head.

Fujino ignored his mentally abnormal behavior.

He raised the wooden sword and cut open the man's skull with one blow of force, then chopped him to the ground with all his strength.

Retracting the wooden sword, Fujino looked at Dingjin Yoshio and sighed softly.

Revenge, he could still understand.

He was just blinded by hatred and slashed at innocent people with his knife. Even if his identity was discovered, he would kill the other party for his own benefit.

This is just a simple way to vent my dissatisfaction...

He understands it deeply.

Fujino turned around and looked at the dim surroundings.

His eyes were fixed on the 'iron rod of justice' used by Ding Jin Fangxiong.

The gavel of justice is an iron baseball bat, silver-white in color, faintly flashing silver light in the dim environment.

There were a lot of dried blood stains on it, and even many large potholes.

Obviously, it was left behind when its owner committed a crime before.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 370: Twin Sisters’ Invitation Ticket

Fujino walked forward and kicked the baseball bat away.

Listen to the crisp sound of the baseball bat rolling.

Fujino couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart about the physical constitution of the people in this world.

This baseball bat must be made of iron.

Beating three people and killing one of them could leave so many holes.

I can only say that this guy is really ruthless.

The people in this world are really tough.

Otherwise, the manufacturer cut corners during production.

Otherwise, the girls' skulls must be abnormal.

Maybe it depends on the person.

After all, he had never encountered a skull that could allow him to open it with just a little force, like hammering iron.

"Fujino-senpai!"

By this time, Sonoko had also recovered from the shock of the attack.

She stood up, couldn't help crying, and threw herself towards Fujino.

"..."

Fujino looked down at Sonoko, who was crying and sobbing, feeling helpless.

I originally wanted to push it away, but after thinking it over I decided not to.

I always feel that doing this is a bit too inhumane.

Then he sighed and thought to himself, "It seems I have to wash this set of clothes when I get home."

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After a while, someone finally remembered the unknown Yuanzi.

A group of people rushed over, Xiaolan was the first to notice Yuanzi, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask: "Yuanzi, how are you?!"

"It's fine."

Sonoko was now full of energy again: "With Senior Fujino here, how could anything possibly happen to me!"

"Fortunately, Brother Fujino is here."

Megure Jusan couldn't help but sigh, and took out handcuffs from his pocket to handcuff the unconscious Ding Jin Yoshio: "But I really didn't expect that this guy would dare to commit a crime in broad daylight under our noses."

"Hey, hey! Brother Fujino, have you already noticed that the guard is the murderer?"

Conan looked at Fujino and suddenly asked in confusion.

After leaving Yuanzi, he said he wanted to go to the toilet, and we happened to meet.

How could there be such a coincidence?

He must have known it a long time ago!

"Well..."

Fujino glanced at Conan, thought for a moment, and said, "Those little girls in 109 all wore thick-soled shoes, so it's normal that they misjudged the murderer's height. Moreover, the victim attacked this time was also related to a case a year ago. I think it was the family member of that case a year ago... After seeing that guy follow Sonoko away, I was a little worried, so I followed him."

"Brother Fujino, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Megure Jusan was a little speechless, "If we had told you earlier, we could have investigated and caught this guy directly."

"I'm just guessing, there's no evidence."

Fujino turned to look at Conan, his tone was meaningful, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "And I wanted to say it before, but was interrupted by Conan brother... Don't you think so, Conan brother?"

"Kid..."

Yuanzi was a little resentful. She came over and took out her fist and pressed it against Conan's head, turning it twice as if playing: "If Fujino-senpai had said it earlier, I wouldn't have to suffer this!"

"I just want to help Brother Fujino solve the case quickly..."

Conan was a little embarrassed and could only smile awkwardly.

How could he affect Fujino's performance?

Isn't Fujino always like this?

What has changed?

But think carefully...

I think I really interrupted Fujino before.

It turns out that I was the one who affected other people's performance!

Who knew Fujino could figure out who the murderer was so quickly!

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