The unscientific detective in Conan

"Hahaha! Brother Fujino, you have made a great contribution this time!"

After Megure Thirteen finished handling the case, he looked at Fujino next to him and couldn't help but walked forward and patted him on the shoulder.

As he expected, there were no small cases among the cases that Brother Fujino reported to the police!

A murder case!

He was still worried about this in the afternoon.

Brother Fujino called me that night to solve the problem.

By the way, more than ten kilograms of drugs were also collected!

"What about the Memu Police Department? There should be a bounty or reward this time, right?"

Fujino didn't pay much attention to Megure Thirteen's praise.

Instead, he asked about the reward money for this case.

It doesn't matter whether you praise or report something, the most important thing is the small money.

He thought that although this time it was not as outrageous as the last time he dealt with the transnational group of robbers.

It's not as much as 500,000 last time. This time it has to be at least 100,000 or 200,000, right?

Even if it's one or two hundred thousand, that's enough.

"Well..."

At the end of the day, I was speechless.

The last time I helped solve a bank robbery case, the Metropolitan Police Department happened to be overwhelmed by this incident, so the bounty was only released so quickly after approval from the top management.

But this time......

In the end, he could only say: "Brother Fujino, I will apply for your contribution."

Hearing this, Fujino's facial expression changed slightly.

But in a flash, he still chuckled: "That's good."

Although he doesn't often receive rewards, he knows it.

Rewards for assisting the police in solving crimes must undergo strict review.

When it comes to Neon, everyone has to review it for a day or two.

"Don't forget! It's the body we found!"

"That's right! Brother Fujino just subdued the criminal!"

“Even if it’s the case that Brother Fujino solved, we should still take credit!”

At this time, the barking team on the side was not happy and started to defend themselves.

It is the nature of children to seek praise and recognition.

As soon as I heard that the Megure Thirteen only praised Fujino but not them, my heart suddenly became unbalanced.

"well……"

After hearing this, Mumu Shisan looked at the little devils and couldn't help but sigh.

Why do these kids love to take credit so much?

If it hadn't been for Brother Fujino today, I guess you all would have been beaten into 'dead rats', right?

But that can't be said. If they hadn't screamed, Fujino wouldn't have been attracted to him.

After thinking for a moment, he knelt down and touched the head of Ayumi, who seemed to be quite well-behaved, "Of course, you guys deserve a lot of credit!"

"That's it!"

"Our young detective team......"

Several children were so happy and proud when they heard this.

"Memu Police Department, what should the prisoner do?"

At this time, a uniformed police officer ran over from not far away and asked Memu Thirteen how to deal with the criminal: "Should we send him to the hospital first, or take him back to the police station first and wait for him?" Will you interrogate me when you wake up?"

After all, the highest officer here is Mumu Shisan.

If anything happens, it needs the approval of Mumu Thirteen.

"I think we can just take him back to the police station."

After handling the scene, Sato Miwako came over and said: "Fujino-kun's swordsmanship is superb. Although he was beaten unconscious, he was not injured at all... Just take it back and pour a bucket of water on it."

Miwako Sato is still very confident in Fujino's swordsmanship.

Don't ask her why she can just take it back and pour a bucket of water on it.

Because that's what the Italian robber was like last time.

Hearing this, Mumu Shisan nodded, waved his hand and said: "In that case, take him back to the police station for questioning!"

Seeing this scene, Conan frowned on the side.

Recalling the horrific scene just now, the clothes on his back couldn't bear to be wet with cold sweat.

People are beaten like that and nothing happens?

What about the liar?

I'm already frothing at the mouth. You tell me it's okay?

This is unreasonable!

Of course, this is just what's in Conan's little head.

If these words were heard by Fujino.

Fujino lifted Conan up and down, then kicked his butt hard with a forty-size boot, and threw him directly from the third floor.

Let's just say, kick someone with a flowerpot.

Is it possible to learn how to use a electromagnetic gun from a certain flower pot with all the electric light?

"Fujino... Gege, do you know how to use a sword? Where did you learn it?"

"Where did you learn it?"

Fujino turned his head and looked at Conan, "Have you ever heard of the Konoha Kendo Hall? That's where I learned swordsmanship from Yuji Suwa."

Of course he can't say that he learned it from the system.

When I think back to the masters of kendo I knew, I can only think of Suwa Yuuji.

"Fujino-kun, are you talking about Yuji Suwa, the teacher who taught you kendo?"

At this time, a surprised sound came from the side.

Fujino turned around and saw Sato Miwako looking at him with a surprised expression.

Good guy, doesn’t she know Suwa Yuuji?

Fujino frowned: "Officer Sato, do you know him?"

"no."

Sato Miwako shook her head and continued: "I just heard someone mention it. I heard that he just rose to the eighth degree of kendo a few days ago. If Fujino-kun is your kendo teacher, it would be no wonder."

‘No wonder I can beat someone like that and still get no injuries. ’

Sato Miwako complained in her heart.

"I did hear that he wanted to be promoted to a higher rank, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

Fujino scratched the back of his head, but his mind couldn't help but be filled with thoughts.

Is that guy promoted to 8th Dan?

Although Suwa Yuuji told him that he was going to take the kendo promotion test.

But I didn't expect that guy to be promoted so quickly.

Eighth-dan swordsmanship is already in the ranks of neon swordsmanship masters.

Going up further, it would have to be the honorary ninth-dan or tenth-dan. As long as the forty-six-year-old didn't get filmed by a certain death elementary school student, the possibility of being promoted to that honorary rank was still very high.

This is also a thigh.

Fujino couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It seems like I have to pay a visit to the kendo gym called 'Konoha' someday.

But why does the name Konoha always feel weird...

There wouldn't be a secret called Thousand Years of Killing in their kendo gym's style, right?

…………

It was already late at night when I returned home from taking notes at the police station.

When I got home, I parked the Ford Taurus in the underground garage.

Fujino opened the bedroom door and threw himself on the bed.

"Zhuo, there's a traffic jam."

He turned over from the bed and murmured to himself: "I'm not driving a Mazda... How can I still be stuck in traffic... It seems that I will have to buy a motorcycle someday, and I happen to still have a motorcycle license."

In the early 1990s, neon traffic jams were quite common.

There are no traffic restrictions and no odd or even numbers. Whether it is a dump truck or a large truck, it can be used in urban areas.

Of course it was terribly blocked.

Motorcycles are very necessary in this case.

You can even run to the crosswalk in an emergency...

It can't be said to be immoral, I can only say that this is what a certain little black guy did.

[Congratulations to the host for completing the detective career mission: Library Murder Case]

[The system rewards 500,000 yen and 100 reputations have been distributed]

[Currently, the remaining reputation of the host detective level is: 300 points of detective reputation]

[The current host balance is: 1.65 million yen]

At this time, the system's beep suddenly came from Fujino's ears while he was lying on the bed.

Wen Sheng sat up from the bed and looked at the system balance. Fujino felt a rare sense of comfort.

After being in this world for so many days, a small amount of money can still make him feel a little sense of security.