The unscientific detective in Conan

"A bunch of nasty rats!"

The curator holding the iron pipe stared at the falling elevator with a grim expression.

Then he saw a man's body lying on the top of the elevator.

Withdrawing his gaze, he glanced at the elevator's floor indication panel again.

"First floor?"

The curator murmured and turned to look at the stairwell, "It's not that easy to escape."

Run all the way from the third floor to the first floor.

The curator wiped the sweat from his forehead, stared at the iron door where the elevator was about to arrive, and sneered: "I finally caught up."

After a moment, a ding sounded.

The curator who heard the sound immediately stepped forward.

After opening the elevator door with his bare hands, he took out the iron rod behind him and shouted into the elevator: "Wake up! You damn little mice!"

However, this roar made me feel lonely.

There was no one in the falling elevator.

"Gone?"

Looking at the empty elevator in front of him, the curator was surprised.

After coming back to his senses, he murmured: "It seems that you went down halfway?"

"What a smart little mouse!"

As he spoke, he pressed the emergency brake button of the elevator, with a cold expression on his face, "Without the elevator, you little mice, no matter how smart you are, are just turtles in a urn!"

"Da da da…………"

At this time, bursts of footsteps came from behind.

Is there anyone else besides those little mice?

The curator frowned.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a black, big, and unusually thick thing coming into view.

It's a wooden knife!

"Snapped!"

"ah!"

There was a muffled sound mixed with screams.

As soon as he turned around, he was hit in the face with a sword from an old man.

Stimulated by the severe pain, he covered his head, his expression distorted, and he let out a painful cry while slowly retreating into the elevator behind him.

The big iron rod in his hand also fell to the ground, making a metallic crunching sound.

When the pain gradually subsided, he raised his head ferociously and looked in front of him.

I saw a young man wearing a black suit and vest standing at the elevator door holding a wooden knife.

For some reason, he always felt that the glasses the young man was wearing before his eyes were flashing with a cold white light.

He turned his attention to the big iron pipe outside the elevator, and then glanced at the wooden knife in the young man's hand.

Well, I can’t beat it!

Make a decisive decision and turn off the switch.

But when the button is pressed, there is no response.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have stopped the elevator just now!

It’s over, it’s a turtle!

Under the surprised gaze of the curator, Fujino lifted the wooden sword in his hand again...

Late at night, wailing sounds echoed in the library.

The mournful cries made those who heard them sad and those who heard them shed tears.

For those who didn’t know, they thought someone was killing pigs.

Listening to the tragic screams, the children hiding on the second floor shivered.

But Conan was very brave. He picked up a flower pot and groped in the direction of the sound.

Then, he saw an unforgettable scene in his life.

In the dim elevator room, a man was holding a stick-like object and violently hitting another man on the head.

While knocking, he murmured words such as: "It's just the shadow of your childhood, right?" "Your eyes are glowing red, right?" "You're pretending to be a ghost, right?" "Keep pretending...".

Who is that person?

Knocking like this can kill someone!

Could it be that someone else was killed by that curator?

Conan frowned as he retracted his thoughts.

Making a quick decision, he leaned down and pushed aside the gear of his football shoes, then kicked directly towards the flower pot that had just been placed on the ground.

boom!

There was a loud noise and lightning flashed everywhere.

The flowerpot flew directly behind the man who was committing violence.

Hearing the crackling sound, a sense of crisis suddenly appeared in Fujino's head as he was finishing the blow.

Under the strengthening effect, he subconsciously dodged to the side.

Then, a flower pot exploded in the elevator room.

If you get hit by this blow, you might die, right?

Fujino stared at the fragments of flower pots on the ground and couldn't help but swallow.

He already knew who was behind the sneak attack.

Just as he turned around, he saw Conan wearing a classic blue uniform with his sneakers still smoking.

"Fujino?!"

Through the faint light, Conan recognized who the man who was committing violence was.

If not Fujino, who else could it be?

At this time, Fujino couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly when he looked at Conan standing in front of him.

This little brat wants to repay kindness with hatred, right?

As he thought about it, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the wooden knife in his hand.

I saw Fujino looking unkindly.

A little cold sweat appeared on Conan's back.

He looked at Fujino as if he was about to knock himself to death, and didn't know what to say.

He scratched the back of his head and remained silent.

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"Speaking of Fujino, why are you here?"

After a moment, Conan, who had recovered from his embarrassment, asked Fujino.

The confusion in his eyes was self-evident.

"I just heard a scream from here, so I came here..."

As he spoke, Fujino stepped forward, rubbed Conan's dog's head hard, lifted it up, and educated him: "Also, how many times have I told you that children should use honorifics when calling their elders!"

"Yes! Fujino, Pigeon."

Conan wanted to struggle, but after taking a look at the curator who was beaten until he was frothing, he calmed down.

He showed an expression of despair.

Numb.

After torturing Conan a lot, he took revenge on the flower pot just now.

Fujino asked Conan: "So, little brother Conan, why are you here so late...and what's going on with that old bastard Den who starts to fight whenever he sees anyone."

"It's the curator!"

Conan pointed at the library director who was foaming at the mouth, "He was conducting drug transactions in the library, and he even killed a person who bumped into his drug transaction!"

"Is this happening?"

Fujino pretended to be surprised.

"That's right!"

Conan nodded proudly.

Then he pointed to the elevator with his finger: "That person's body is on the top of the elevator room."

"Since the person was killed because of drugs."

After saying that, Fujino paused and continued to ask Conan: "What about the drugs?"

"Drugs are in the children's library."

"He hid the drugs behind bookshelves and wrapped them inside books so they wouldn't be discovered."

"So this is ah."

Fujino smiled and nodded.

Half an hour later, Mu Mu Thirteen arrived belatedly.

As for why I was late, the explanation was traffic jam.

Actually who knows?

I can only say that it is efficient. If you are really in danger, it is better to fight back on your own.

Waiting for the police?

It is estimated that by the time the police arrive at the scene, the person who reported the crime will be dead...

That's it, according to Fujino's testimony.

The police found the victim's body on the top of the elevator, and in turn, found a large amount of drugs in the children's library.

This time, Memu Shisan was extremely excited.

The back of an entire bookshelf was filled with drugs!

Although the quantity here is not as large as that on Moon Shadow Island, it is still a great achievement!