Conan's Science Manga Artist Kudo Yuuji

"I... I just hope he can change his mind."

"I understand your feelings, but I'm not sure what you'll do, Mrs. Tanaka."

The vicissitudes of life detective sat on the bed, with a cup of coffee in front of him. He held his chin and looked out the window. The setting sun hung in the sky, and behind him were the company's employees.

"And you, Mr. Mitarai."

It's still early to go back to the past. ...

After accepting the commission of the married woman, Mr. Fujimine rented a car to take Mrs. Tanaka for a ride, and returned to the office building at dinner time. He carried a folding ladder and went directly into the company of Tanaka and the other two, and greeted the front desk.

Sure enough, death accompanied him wherever he appeared. When he pretended to repair the lamps that were not damaged, exclamations resounded throughout the building, and attracted everyone.

"President Panasonic? How could this happen!"

The secretary in a slim-fitting dress knelt on the ground, covering her mouth. Because her lower body was a work skirt, everyone's attention was focused on her two transparent stockings when they entered the office.

Of course, even Mr. Fujimine was no exception. Having just experienced the joy of life, he instantly understood what it meant to be angry. After coughing a few times, he followed the direction of the secretary and successfully found President Matsushita lying on the ground with his mouth wide open. The man's head was still lying on his side, his face was calm, and he obviously died without pain.

"There are no obvious signs of external injuries, and there is a leftover dinner lunch on the table."

In front of a group of employees, Mr. Fujimine slowly walked to the president's desk. He noticed the small water droplets on the edge of the inner wall of the lunch box and groped his chin.

"The skin is purple, especially the face is purple to black, which looks like an acute myocardial infarction."

He squatted on the face of the corpse and fiddled with President Matsushita's head with his hand wrapped in a cloth.

"Hey, what do you do?"

"Fujimine Maru, just a detective."

Folding the handkerchief and putting it on the table, Fujimine Maru put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at the shocked company members.

"You...you are a detective, why are you here in our company?"

Mr. Tanaka and Mr. Mitarai, who appeared in the square and left a deep impression on Kudo Shinichi, asked in a panic, which made others look at them in confusion.

Generally speaking, unless the company's president is too good, in most cases, ordinary employees will be happy in their hearts even if they don't show it on their faces, and they won't be like them.

"It's like they are worried that they will be found to be the murderer."

I don't know who suddenly said this, and the two people who spoke just now turned their heads and stared back, but in order not to increase their suspicion, they didn't refute it in the end, so they had to vent their anger on Mr. Fujimine.

"So what are you here for!"

"Well, keeping the client confidential is also one of the detective's responsibilities, so I really can't tell the mission." Fujimine Maru walked to the window sill, took out his mobile phone and asked the uncle if Officer Nishimura could come over, but there was no response.

He hesitated for a while, and chose to tell his brother what happened at the scene, and asked Yuji to find a way to get the police to come. He closed his phone and continued to reason.

"From the water droplets on the inner wall of the bento, this bento was made very recently, no more than two hours."

In other words, the bento that the president ate must have been carefully prepared by someone else, and he couldn't wait to bring it to him as soon as it was finished.

"Who made the bento?"

President Matsushita didn't wear a ring on his hand, so Mr. Fujimine thought that he was either not married or divorced. In both cases, it was unlikely that a wife would make a bento for him.

"It should be the secretary Miss Inoue. Although she is a secretary, she seems to have a close relationship with President Matsushita."

Mitarai's eyes circled back and forth between the secretary and the corpse, but the sneaky glance at Mr. Tanaka did not escape Fujimine's eyes. He looked meaningfully between Tanaka, Matsushita and Inoue, and turned to Miss Inoue to confirm.

"Ms. Inoue, can you tell me what your relationship with President Matsushita is?"

"I say, you are a detective who appeared out of nowhere, why do you ask us to reveal all our privacy to you? I can't stand it."

Ms. Inoue kept pursing her lips, lowering her head to look at the floor, her legs rubbing back and forth, and the rustling sound of the transparent stockings made Mr. Fujimine almost unable to concentrate, so he had to pretend that he didn't care.

"Really? Anyway, as long as you ask the police to check your home and Mr. Matsushita's home, you will always find problems."

It was a clear threat. Miss Inoue looked at Fujimine with some suspense, opened her mouth and hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke out clearly.

"He... He promised to give me a promotion..."

It was very clear, and there was no need to mention it anymore. Mr. Fujimine's eyes passed over the soy sauce stains on President Matsushita's hands and a dark mark on the inside of Miss Inoue's thigh, swallowing his saliva.

"President Matsushita's lunch box is..."

"I made it for him." Miss Inoue lowered her head, feeling that the men behind her were looking at her with a lewd look, and she was a little dissatisfied.

"Today it's my turn to make his lunch box, as for the dessert and fruit after the meal, I don't know."

"Today? What do you mean?"

The office was boiling. (End of this chapter)