The unscientific detective in Conan

Tokyo at night The stars in the sky that don’t belong to Tokyo shine brightly.

Fujino drove back to 5-chome, and after sending Xiaolan and others home, he drove the car into the underground garage, then went upstairs and returned to his room.

"A hundred pounds of weight is still a bit light."

Fujino took off the weight-bearing suit and sighed.

Although one hundred pounds is close to the weight of an adult, it is the training level of the top SEAL team.

But for Fujino, it still lacks some warmth.

If it can reach two hundred pounds, that's pretty much it.

Just as Fujino was thinking, a series of system prompts suddenly sounded from his ears:

[Host detected and completed detective career mission: (Car Explosion Case) Objective 1]

[System mission reward: 500,000 yen, 50 points of detective reputation, and 1 point of all-professional points have been distributed! 】

[Current balance: 8.36 million yen]

[Current detective reputation: 600|1500]

"I'm still a little short of being able to draw ten consecutive shots..."

Fujino glanced at the system balance, stood up, moved his shoulders, stretched a lot, and lay down on the sofa like Ge You.

After resting for a moment, he stood up, took out a bottle of green tea from the refrigerator, walked leisurely to the window, and cast his gaze out the window, "If I guessed correctly, that Sakihara Megumi should be target two... …”

In fact, he had already doubted this since the system mission was released.

It's just...

Without evidence, he just turned a blind eye.

There is no point in having too many mouths.

Just treat this case as a coincidence and end it like this.

"Some truths, rather than being exposed to the world, are better hidden in the darkness..."

After taking a breath of fresh air, Fujino closed the curtains.

After thinking for a while, he locked the door again and then sat down in front of the sofa again.

Opening the pocket space, Fujino locked his sights on the six pistols he currently held.

With a thought, the pistols were taken out and placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Fujino currently owns six pistols, namely M37, Beretta 92F, two M1911A1, Glock G17, and a Type 54.

Four of these six pistols share one characteristic.

That was once served in mold.

Moreover, there are traces of battle left on the surface of the firearm.

Pisk's words are easy to understand.

After all, the winery can even get a Black Hawk helicopter.

But as for the underworld...

That's a bit outrageous.

But that’s not incomprehensible.

Mold has quite a few military bases here, so it makes sense for the underworld to have some beautiful weapons.

"Arms smuggling?"

Fujino looked at the six pistols and murmured, shook his head slightly, stretched out his hand to the Type 54 pistol, and started playing with it.

Arms smuggling and so on, if you like smuggling, just smuggle it, it has nothing to do with him.

Anyway, this is not his real motherland...

Looking at the Type 54 pistol in his hand, Fujino couldn't help but chuckle.

The Type 54 pistol is one of his favorite pistols.

It's cheap, sturdy, and has a low failure rate. If he had been lucky enough to touch it in his previous life... it was a good gun.

The most eye-catching thing is the five-pointed star on the black bakelite. Therefore, the May 4th Style is also called the Big Black Star.

Five-pointed stars are rare to see in this place.

Familiar feeling.

Pull the sleeve.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of "Kata".

Fujino felt that his boyish heart was about to melt.

"Dong dong dong!"

At this time, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"coming."

Fujino hurriedly put away his pistol and responded.

When he opened the door, he saw a big girl wearing a gray dress and a white apron standing in front of the door.

"Fujino, dinner is ready."

Haiyuan Ai looked up at Fujino, with a hint of softness in his plain tone.

…………

"That's too much... He actually wants to kill his wife to defraud insurance money or something."

At the dinner table, Miyano Akemi said with some indignation after listening to Fujino's explanation of the case.

"But it's all thanks to our great detective, isn't it?"

Haihara Ai said, turning to look at Fujino: "Otherwise, she might have to be kept in the dark her whole life."

"Uh-huh."

Miyano Akemi nodded in agreement and turned her gaze to Fujino: "Thanks to Fujino-kun."

"Ahem, great detective or something... let's eat first."

Fujino felt a little embarrassed for a moment, so he silently picked up a piece of Kung Pao chicken and put it in his mouth, changing the topic: "By the way, Xiao Ai, when did you learn Chinese food?"

"Just recently, I discovered that you prefer cooking Chinese food, so I took the time to learn some."

As he said that, there was a hint of expectation in Haiyuan Ai's eyes: "So, what do you think...how does it taste?"

"Does it taste?"

Fujino thought for a moment after hearing this, and unconsciously entered the review mode: "It might be better if the taste is stronger. In fact, not only the taste, but also the cooking method, in my opinion, there are still some problems."

Hui Yuan Ai lowered his head: "Is this so..."

Fujino was stunned, feeling a little disappointed.

After a pause, he continued: "Actually, there's nothing wrong with Xiao Ai'an's craftsmanship. It's just that the recipe is not authentic. I'll make dinner tomorrow, so you can learn from me."

"Yes, Xiao Ai is very talented in cooking."

Miyano Akemi scratched her head and echoed: "Anywhere like me, I can cook and make the kitchen look like a fire scene."

"Um."

Hui Yuan Ai nodded slightly, with a slight smile on his lips.

…………

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.

These days, his life is quite fulfilling.

Get up in the morning and put on a hundred pounds of weights for morning exercises, then send Haibara Ai to school. After school, he goes to the Konoha Kendo Hall to train. In the evening, Haibara Ai teaches Haibara how to cook. After that, he goes out to rob the poor and help the poor, and earn some experience by racing.

It's a pity that there were no murder cases.

The commission actually took over a commission to find a mistress.

Earned 600,000 yen and 60 detective reputation points.

The balance came to 8.96 million yen, and the reputation was 660 points.

Evening, Fujino's kitchen.

"When choosing meat for the pork chop, you should mainly choose the front and rear leg meat, add an appropriate amount of salt, pepper, cooking wine, and a drop of sesame oil...and then wrap it with potato flour..."

Fujino was wrapped in a white apron, and while busy with the work in hand, he explained every step to Haibara Ai.

Thanks to the knowledge of home-cooked food in his mind, his speech went quite smoothly.

"Why add a drop of sesame oil?"

Hui Yuan Ai stood aside and asked softly.

She held a small notebook in her hand and looked at it intently. She would jot down every step Fujino took.

"This drop of sesame oil may seem inconsequential, but this step is very important."

Fujino explained patiently: "The main function of sesame oil is to enhance the fragrance and remove the fishy smell. If you don't add it, there won't be much problem, but the taste will be much worse."

"Um."

Hui Yuan Ai nodded and filled in a few strokes in the notebook.

"Beep bell bell!"

At this time, a phone suddenly rang in his pocket.

Fujino lowered his head and glanced at his hands.

It's all potato starch.

Helpless, he could only order to Hui Yuan Ai on the side: "Xiao Ai, can you help me see who is calling? The phone is in your left pocket."

"In the left pocket?"

Haibara Ai walked forward, stood on tiptoes and took out the mobile phone from the trouser pocket under Fujino's apron. He took a look and said, "It's an unfamiliar number."

Then he pressed the answer button, stood on tiptoes, and handed the phone to Fujino's ear.

Fujino knelt down to cooperate, and Xiaolan's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone: "Fujino-senpai! Sonoko has been kidnapped by a stranger!"

"Sonoko was kidnapped?"

Fujino frowned when he heard the sound and said comfortingly: "Xiaolan, don't panic yet, explain clearly what is going on."

"Is such that."

Xiaolan on the other end of the phone took a deep breath, calmed down, and elaborated: "Today during the day, Yuanzi and I went shopping and met an old man on the bus, but in the blink of an eye, the old man disappeared... My bag A floppy disk came out... Later, in order to investigate the old man, Yuanzi and I came to the bus stop just now and learned that the old man was kidnapped by a man wearing sunglasses... and then Yuanzi was kidnapped by the man wearing sunglasses. The man was captured."

"I originally wanted to contact my dad, but he was already drunk and couldn't hear clearly at all."

"So that's it."

Fujino thought for a second after hearing this, and then said, "Where are you now?"

"The business headquarters of Ping An Bus Station."

"I'll be there right away."

Fujino hung up the phone and immediately went to the sink nearby, washed the potato flour off his hands, and said to Haibara Ai: "Xiao Ai, I have to go out, so I'll stay here tonight. "

"Going out so late..."

Haihara Ai looked at Fujino's hurried figure and asked curiously: "Did something happen?"

"Well, there is indeed something important."

Fujino washed his hands and said in a deep voice: "Sonoko has been kidnapped. I have to go there."

"Garden..."

Hui Yuarai thought for a moment: "Is she the girl with the big forehead?"

"Forehead……"

Fujino washed his hands for a moment, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, that's her."

…………

Fujino quickly put on a bulletproof suit, put a wooden knife on his back, and rode the motorcycle out of the underground garage.

"be safe."

Haihara Ai stood in front of the window sill and shouted to Fujino who was driving out from downstairs.

"I see."

Fujino waved, then put on his helmet and turned the accelerator.

The taillight of the motorcycle turned into a red line and disappeared on the fifth-chome road in the dark night.

"A new bodyguard job mission has been detected, please check it carefully!"

"Bodyguard professional mission?"

Fujino rode a motorcycle and stared at the system task interface in front of him: [Bodyguard Professional Task: Rescue Suzuki Sonoko

Mission objective: Rescue Suzuki Sonoko from the kidnappers

Mission reward: one million yen, one hundred bodyguard career points

Mission limited countdown:? ? ? None]

"Isn't there a location mark?"

Fujino stared at the mission details on the system interface and narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems that we can only go to Xiaolan's place to have a look first..."

He remembered this case.

It was probably an old man who stole a list of fake accounts used by a certain company to bribe senior Neon officials and shareholders' meetings, and planned to expose it.

In order to prevent the matter from being exposed, the company asked people in the company who specialized in handling these shady matters to kidnap the old man.

But just before the old man was kidnapped, he handed the disk containing the false accounts to Xiaolan.

Because of this, Xiaolan was also targeted by those people.

In order to find the owner of this disk, Xiaolan Yuanzi and the police dog Conan followed the clues and found the bus stop.

Then Yuanzi was kidnapped by someone.

For the time being, the garden will not be in any danger.

But if it takes a long time, it will be difficult to say.

He still doesn’t want the garden to become a rice flower specialty.

Although he is a bit careless, he is indeed a good person and one of the few friends he has in this world.

"Does it look like it's going to be faster?"

Fujino took a deep breath, turned on Eagle Eye, and turned the accelerator to full speed.

There was a roar.

The jet black motorcycle rushed out like a sharp sword.

The red taillights drew a red neon line in the middle of the night.

…………

On the other side, on the streets of Tokyo, there is the 'Panda' patrol car of the Traffic Division of the Metropolitan Police Department.

A female police officer wearing a Traffic Division uniform sat in the passenger seat and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, she turned to the side and said to Yumi Miyamoto, who had long black hair and was quite handsome, also wearing the uniform of the Traffic Division: "Yumi, are you still going to arrest those two racing gangs tonight?"

"Of course we have to catch him."

Miyamoto Yumi's eyes were particularly determined, "Today, I must catch that guy."

"forget it."

The policewoman on the side waved her hand, "We didn't block that guy when we came here yesterday, and even if we blocked him, there is a high probability that it would be the same as before. He would be thrown away as soon as he saw the silhouette of his car..."

Miyamoto Yumi did not reply, but turned to look out the window, a trace of thought in her eyes.

As a law-abiding young man, Fujino would naturally not drive a Ford Taurus and race against the gang.

Then, a mysterious man driving an ae86 and 125 motorcycle appeared in Tokyo's drag racing party circle.

[Tokyo's fastest Fujiwara]. As for the name Fujiwara, it comes from the [Fujiwara Tofu Shop] that was accidentally glimpsed at the back of the car.

[Deadly Red Line 125] is because the motorcycle the mysterious man rides is a 125, and every time there is only a long red taillight left behind.

Because most of the motorcycle racing gangs are actually delinquents, the title of motorcycle seems to be a bit of an understatement.

In fact, Fujino never killed anyone.

The Metropolitan Police Department’s Traffic Department believes that the two men should be the same person.

Because they appeared at the same time, and both of them were driving much faster than normal, their appearance and appearance time periods were basically the same.

"Buzz——"

Just as Miyamoto Akemi was thinking, a black motorcycle shadow passed quickly in front of her eyes.

The roar of the engine echoed around, and as the distance increased, the sound gradually became smaller.

"?"

Miyamoto Yumi was stunned and looked in the direction of the motorcycle. Only a long red line was left...

"The one just now...can't be..."

The policewoman sitting in the passenger seat looked confused.

The black shadow just flashed past, leaving behind a long red line of red taillights.

"it's him!"

Miyamoto Yumi immediately came to her senses, stepped on the accelerator, turned on the police lights, and started shouting with a loudspeaker: "Pull over, the fatal red line is 125!"