Conan's Unscientific Detective

"Killing people for no reason, do you think it's awesome?"

Fujino's face darkened, and he lifted the man up by his neck: "What was his motive for making a bomb and killing the homeless man?"

"I do not know either……"

The man's face was suppressed and turned red: "I just heard him say that he hates the police. I heard that life was ruined by the police. I really don't know anything else!"

"If that's the case, then you two have a good relationship, right?"

Fujino thought about the reason why the other party hated the police so much. Then he changed his mind and continued to ask: "Where is he now? Do you two have any contact?"

"No, I don't have a very good relationship with him. We are just colleagues who used to work together!"

After struggling and shaking his head, the man continued: "It's just that after I heard the news, I called him and asked him! The things I said online were all said by him. Originally, I thought he was at the scene. Who was it? I can’t believe he is the real culprit in the bombing!”

"Do you still have his cell phone number?"

"Yes, yes! Brother, put me down first, and I will give you his mobile phone number right now!"

Fujino let go of his hand, and the man fell to the ground. He squatted on his butt, but he didn't think too much. He quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and showed Fujino his address book.

"Ichiro Hachiman."

Fujino glanced at the contact information on the screen: "It's him, right?"

"That's right, that's right."

The man nodded affirmatively, "Absolutely!"

"Could it be that you're fooling me with strangers?"

Fujino looked suspicious, "Use this bad street trick like I have a friend."

"It's really not me!"

The man was on the verge of tears: "How can I have the financial resources and knowledge to make bombs?"

"is it?"

Fujino took a closer look at the man in front of him.

The man wore thick black-rimmed glasses, his mouth was covered with stubble, his head was shaped like a honeycomb, and there was no light in his eyes.

He just looks like a middle-aged, single, unemployed homebody.

In reality, he is submissive and can only talk nonsense on the Internet to prove that his mentality is not incomprehensible.

Fujino felt that the words of such a stubborn otaku were very credible, and this trip was not in vain.

At least through this mouthful, the identity of the murderer was confirmed.

After thinking about it, Fujino looked at the otaku Kuchi and asked, "Ichiro Hachiju, what are the characteristics of that guy? You should remember it, right?"

"what?"

Brother Kouhe was stunned, "How could I remember what happened a year ago..."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Fujino lowered his chin and crouched down, "Are you sure? If you can't remember, I can use the Great Memory Restoration Technique to help you recall your memories."

"Great memory recovery technique?"

The otaku was stunned when he heard this: "What is that?"

"It's a bit difficult to explain. I can give you a practical demonstration."

Fujino smiled, stretched out his fist to show it, and then punched the floor with a "click", making a hole in the solid wood floor: "Just like this."

otaku:"……"

I felt like I suddenly remembered what he looked like.

With the assistance of the Great Memory Restoration Technique, the forgetful otaku successfully recalled the other person’s appearance:

"He has an ordinary appearance, with freckles on his face and what seems to be a black mole on the left side of his chin. Oh, and there is a red scar on his right hand, which was caused by an accidental burn when he was working part-time!"

"Do you still have his address now?"

"This...this is gone."

"However, I do know his address a year ago..."

Fujino wrote down the information said by the otaku, turned around and planned to leave the room: "I believe you for the time being, and don't talk nonsense online next time..."

"understand!"

Sitting on the ground in relief, the otaku breathed a sigh of relief.

He was wondering if he just boasted about something he heard from his friend on the Internet...

Why was the door broken into and blasted?

Are the neon police so efficient now?

Just when the otaku was speechless, he just stood up and turned around to straighten his messy clothes.

A thick black shadow suddenly appeared on the back of his head.

With the sound of "bang", amid doubts and confusions, the otaku Kouhai fell into a sweet sleep.

Fujino silently put away the wooden knife, took out the poke ball and said "biu" to subdue the otaku Kouhei.

Although he believed the information told by the otaku, it did not mean that he would choose to believe it.

He felt that before he caught that 'friend', he still had to invite this guy into the elf ball for a while.

…………

"How about it?"

Fujino came to an apartment, held up his mobile phone and asked Hiroki: "Have you found the location of Ichiro Hachiju?"

"Not yet. The phone is turned off and cannot locate the other party's location through the base station."

"It seems we can only go to where he lives and have a look."

Fujino put away his cell phone, glanced at the security door in front of him, made a mental assessment, and pressed the doorbell next to him.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang, but there was no response for a long time.

"Well, what can I do for you?"

At this time, a girl with long black hair and a white short skirt walked next to her, looking a little confused.

"Are you Ms. Yamaki?"

Fujino turned around, looked at the woman, walked forward and took out his work ID card.

"no……"

"Are you a cohabitant in this rental house?"

"I live alone."

"When did you move here?"

"About three months ago."

The woman hesitated for a moment and continued: "If you are looking for the previous resident, the administrator has the check-in information here."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Fujino took a look at the woman, nodded politely, did not continue to pester, turned around and went to the administrator to retrieve the check-in information under her guidance.

Soon, the administrator found out that the previous resident here was indeed named Ichiro Hachiju, but he had moved away three months ago.

"It seems that the guy has a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance. He turned off his mobile phone when committing the crime and moved away long ago before committing the crime..."

Fujino walked out of the apartment and analyzed the clues he had so far, but his thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.

He took out his cell phone and saw it was from Mu Mu Shisan.

"Brother Fujino, where are you now?"

"I am currently investigating the identity of the gangster. I have determined the identity, name, and mobile phone number of the other party."

"Already confirmed the identity of the other party?!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 587 The good turns evil

"Yes."

Fujino nodded slightly: "That was a man named Ichiro Hachiju. He was about twenty-five years old. He moved out of the rented apartment three months ago. It seems that he started planning the bomb attack from then on. "

"Brother Fujino, how on earth did you find these clues?"

Although Megure Thirteen on the other end of the phone knew that Brother Fujino usually found unexpected results when investigating alone, he couldn't help but be surprised and couldn't help but ask.

"I have a hacker friend."

Fujino also moved out his 'friends' and explained: "I asked him to help me follow people who recently claimed to be bomb makers on online forums, and then followed the address and found a friend of Ichiro Hachimaki who had worked before. "

"From that friend, I got the other person's name, phone number, and past address. I also confirmed the authenticity of the other person's existence with the administrator."

"So this is ah……"

Megure Thirteen took a look at the relationship between friends, calmed down, and couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of you, Brother Fujino, you have made another great contribution this time."

"But I still have a problem here that I need your help with, Megure Police Department."

"What trouble?"

"I questioned that friend of Ichiro Hachimaki a little bit."

"That's no trouble, just treat it as a summons."

Megure Thirteen didn't think too much and said, "By the way, Brother Fujino, we found another body with a note attached. If the person you are looking for is right, it should be Ichiro Hachiman who committed the crime again."

"where is it?"

"The track and field of Kawashima Women's Sports University."

"Did you find the bomb?"

"not yet."

Mumu Shisan continued: "Brother, where are you now? I'll go pick you up right now."

"Well, then please come and pick me up, and take away Ichiro Hachimaki's friend."

"Ah, that friend is also at your place?"

…………

ten minutes later.

Megure Thirteen and Sato Miwako came to the door of the apartment.

After seeing Fujino dragging a man who seemed to be unconscious and messy as if he had just been beaten, the two fell silent for a while.

Didn't you say a little cross-examination?

Is this kidnapping?

"Brother Fujino, didn't you say it was just a cross-examination?"

Mumu Shisan calmed down and looked strange: "Your... scars are hard to explain."

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Fujino spread his hands helplessly, "After all, he claimed to be a gangster on the Internet, and said some things that only our police would know. He even said that next time I would be blown up too, otherwise I wouldn't They will suspect that he is the real gangster who killed two colleagues, and his attacks cannot be so heavy..."

"Ahem, that's it."

Mumu Shisan coughed lightly: "So, brother, when you knocked him out, he didn't see your face, right?"

"No."

"That's good."

Mumu Shisan breathed a sigh of relief, "In this case, brother, you came to investigate when you found out that he was a self-proclaimed gangster. As a result, the suspect fainted after interrogation, and you kindly rescued him and asked us for support... Brother There’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing!”