Conan's Unscientific Detective

Why does it feel a bit like...

The stupid son of a landlord?

"High school detective Hattori Heiji, right?"

Okino Yoko thought for a while: "I saw it in the newspaper before. It seems that I have cooperated with you a few times?"

"Ah."

Fujino nodded and said, "We have indeed worked together several times, so we are considered acquaintances."

"But you are doing pretty well. I remember that I worked with the police chief's son, the high school detective Detective White Horse, on camera."

Ikezawa Yuko calmed down at this time and continued: "I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, I became a member of the establishment, and directly became a consultant of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"It's not a formality, it's just a consultant, a non-staff person."

Fujino smiled awkwardly: "Compared to you, Miss Ikezawa, you are doing pretty well. The TV series you filmed with Miss Yoko a while ago is about to be aired, right?"

"Yes."

Ikezawa Yuko thought for a while: "It will probably be broadcast in a while."

"After the broadcast, your net worth will skyrocket again, right?"

Fujino chuckled softly: "It seems that you still listened to what I said at the beginning."

"What you said at the beginning?"

Okino Yoko looked at the two people confusedly.

I always feel like there is something I don't know about.

"nothing."

Ikezawa Yuko scratched her head when she recalled what happened back then, and quickly changed the subject: "By the way Yoko, you should have had some things you wanted to tell him in person, right?"

"Oh!"

Okino Yoko suddenly remembered something, and then whispered: "Detective Fujino, I'm really sorry about Su Fanghongzi's incident a while ago."

"I remember you sent me text messages, and I didn't pay much attention to that matter."

Fujino chuckled lightly and did not take that matter to heart: "Besides, Su Fanghongzi was killed before the dinner was held, so it's not a big deal!"

"But I always think it's better to apologize in person."

Okino Yoko sighed: "After all, your reputation was almost completely ruined..."

"I just said something like this might ruin your career."

Ikezawa Yuko turned to Okino Yoko and complained: "You didn't listen to me when I tried to persuade you. This is not true. You almost dragged Fujino into the water."

"Um……"

Okino Yoko was also a little embarrassed and lowered her head, a little aggrieved.

"Tsk, are you too honest?"

Ikezawa Yuko clicked her tongue, patted Okino Yoko on the head, and joked: "So Yoko, you are stupid, you should be more cautious in the future!"

"I understand Yuko."

Okino Yoko nodded obediently, like a junior and senior who had done something wrong.

By the way, these two people are in the same period, right?

"You two have a pretty good relationship."

Fujino looked at the two of them and his chin dropped.

He vaguely heard it when he called to invite him last time.

Now it seems that the relationship between these two people has indeed become much better.

Do you even feel like an invincible bestie who is more than a friend?

He still vaguely remembered that Ikezawa Yuko, an impolite woman, wanted to collect dirty information to kill Okino Yoko, and incidentally burned his carpet.

"Where."

Ikezawa Yuko said angrily: "It's just that she is too stupid and I can't stand it."

‘Well, you are so arrogant. ’

Fujino commented in his mind.

Then he turned his head and looked around: "But the opening this time is really big. The TWOMIX I know, you two, and many famous singers and stars are here."

"Of course."

Ikezawa Yuko explained: "This time, most of the people in the circle are here. After all, it is a hotel established by three athletes. In addition to these, there are many companies behind them to support them. Naturally, we people have to give some face." Come and join in.”

"I see."

Fujino nodded and looked around, finally able to understand the nature of this K3 Hotel.

In other words, it is a capital investment, a hotel established with the names of those three athletes, but the main operators should still be those three people.

After all, they are just athletes. Even if they make more money, they cannot afford to open such a hotel.

There must be capital support behind it.

If this is the case, then it is perfectly normal for its artists to come together to support the scene.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 452 They are both detectives, so the gap is so big?

Artists are artists after all. In a society like Neon, capital comes first and family comes first. If you want to survive in this industry, you cannot avoid working for those people.

This is why most of the people present are entertainers, but there are not many detectives like him.

After all, the path taken by the detective has nothing to do with capital. As long as he is not guilty, there is no need to give face to capital.

However, it is still necessary to make good friends with artists. Although you cannot obtain any too substantial benefits, the most important thing that artist idols lack is traffic, and what detectives need most is traffic to screen customers.

With the introductions of Ikezawa Yuko, Okino Yoko, and TWOMIX, Fujino's side was soon filled with people, forming a small circle of idol artist groups at the party.

If you just know Okino Yoko and Ikezawa Yuko, it's actually of little use.

In fact, the most important thing is his title as a consultant to the Metropolitan Police Department and his reputation as a detective.

Idol singers and entertainers are also star-chasers, and there are many detective fans among this group of people.

Even if you are not a fan of his detectives, there are so many people in the circle who know him. In order not to be left behind, those people will choose to come and get acquainted.

After all, this is a neon stage, and there’s no guarantee that a detective will be needed one day.

After some pleasantries.

Fujino sent out a few signatures himself, and returned to the team with a lot of signatures.

Conan has been covering his butt since entering the door.

He stared at Fujino with resentful eyes.

If only Fujino hadn't come up with such a blind idea!

His ass won't be...

"Brother Fujino, you are so familiar with those celebrities!"

Seeing Fujino returning home with a full load, Mouri Kogoro couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little sour.

The idol he longed for was right in front of him, but he was blocked from the crowd and couldn't say anything.

They are both detectives, why is there such a huge gap?

“We had some commissions, and then we recommended each other and got to know each other.”

Fujino chuckled lightly and took out a small signature board: "Brother Maori, do you want Yoko's signature? I also have Ikezawa Yuko's."

"Yoko Okino's signature?!"

Mouri Kogoro swallowed, his heart warmed, and he gratefully took it and quickly put it in his pocket: "Forget it is Ikezawa Yuko's, thank you, brother!"

"It's nothing, they're all acquaintances."

Fujino smiled, then looked at Kazuye and Xiaolan who were standing aside: "Do you two want any signatures?"

"I don't have any signatures I want."

He Ye waved his hands, looking absent-minded.

"Actually, I want Recatis' autograph."

Xiaolan hesitated for a moment, then chuckled.

"Recartis?"

Fujino thought for a moment: "Xiaolan, you want to ask for autographs for others. After all, you probably don't like football players."

"Um……"

Xiaolan nodded and said with some embarrassment: "Actually, it's Shinichi. I remember that he is a fan of Rekatis, so I just wanted to get an autograph for him, but he doesn't seem to be here now, so I won't bother. Fujino-senpai."

"Kata!"

At this time, the lights in the venue suddenly dimmed.

"Now, it's time for us to introduce you to the protagonist of the scene!"

The stage lights on the side suddenly turned on, and a man in a gray suit appeared on the stage: "We invite the bosses of this international restaurant K3 from three countries to make their debut!"

First of all, a world-famous undefeated boxer, Ricard Barrera, appeared on the stage, a fat little man with a mustache on his chin, and Fujino couldn't tell the race clearly.

The second one is the American Major League Baseball player, Mike Norwood, an Asian man with yellow skin, black hair and a mustache.

The last person to appear was the professional football player, Ray Curtis, who had blond hair and white skin and could be identified as European at a glance.

"Recartis!"

Conan clenched his fists excitedly: "It's really him!"

"Humph."

Hattori Heiji on the side heard the words and bent down and whispered: "How about it, is it a worthwhile trip?"

"Ok!"

Conan nodded, his butt no longer hurt, and he concentrated on Ray Katis on the stage.

"Ok?"

Xiaolan looked in Conan's direction and wondered.

'A child...'

Fujino glanced at Conan and secretly complained in his heart.

Isn't it just that I met my idol? Why are I so excited?

Why does this kid feel like he hasn't grown up yet?

But he had nothing good to say about Conan.

He doesn't have any idols that he envies, whether they are singers, actors, or anything else. In his opinion, they are just well-known people.

After the appearance, there are some normal entertainment Q&A sessions.

The main reason why the three people came to Neon to open a restaurant was that two of their wives were Neon people, while the other liked ninjas and samurai.

The meaning of K3 is that the first K is KO, the second K is strikeout, the K marked on the scoreboard, and the last K represents the goalkeeper. The meaning represents the careers of the three athletes, and It's not some weird KKK thing.

"Have you forgotten the other meaning of K?"

While several people were talking, a middle-aged man with white hair and a mixed-race appearance suddenly walked out of the crowd and said in a sinister tone: "That's the 'dirty and despicable' K!"

"Explain it quickly, Katis."

As he spoke, he looked towards the stage: "The word 'dirty and despicable' is the most appropriate way to describe the scandal you are involved in at Neon!"

"Hey, if you say something rude again, we should ask you out!"

A strong man in a suit came to the man's side and said in a cold voice.