The unscientific detective in Conan

Miwako Sato thought for a moment after hearing this. After a moment, she raised her eyes and glanced at the empty rooftops around her, and finally nodded with relief: "Well, let Miss Bat handle this matter."

"Miss Bat?"

Fujino couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: "Can you determine his gender?"

"Um!"

Sato Miwako crossed her arms and said firmly: "Although she didn't say she was a boy or a girl, and last time she said she was a helicopter gunship... But from the hesitation, I can definitely confirm that she is a woman!"

Fujino: "..."

So you still think I’m a woman?

Looks pretty determined?

Don’t assume Xiao Hei’s gender, okay?

…………

Gradually night falls.

In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Xiao Hei, who was wearing a white robe, held a bucket of cold water and poured it on a man sitting in the center of the warehouse with his hands tied to a chair.

"ah--!!"

The bomber was woken up by the splash, and he was still screaming miserably before he could recover.

"Crack!"

Fujino stretched out his hand, and it was a big blow.

The effect of the big fight is outstanding.

The bomber was slapped and calmed down.

After recovering, he opened his eyes and looked at a figure in front of him wearing a white robe and a hood. The figure was dark under the hood. He was stunned and said in surprise: "Batman?!"

"So you know me."

Fujino stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Bomber?"

"伱...you are!"

Listening to this familiar voice, the bomber immediately recognized the other party's identity: "You are the guy just now!"

"Yes, it seems you recognized it too."

Fujino nodded and chuckled: "Since you know that I am Rice Krispies Batman, you should also know what you will endure next, right?"

"Actually, you don't have to be so nervous. I invited you here today just to play a game."

Fujino said with a kind tone: "As long as you finish playing this game, I will let you go."

The bomber was surprised: "Really?"

"How can it be false?"

Fujino shook his head helplessly: "Actually, the voices of children often echo in my head, saying that they want me to play games with people like you..."

Bomber: "..."

Why does it feel familiar?

"It's just that those people before didn't cooperate with me, so I had no choice but to beat them up."

Fujino smiled and asked, "You should be willing to play games with me, right?"

The bomber swallowed: "Then, what game are we playing?"

"Have you ever heard of the story of the River God?"

"Have you ever heard that he was the one who dropped the ax?"

"Hingguo, the answer is correct!"

Fujino released his hands, took out two sticks from the robe behind him, and continued in a kind tone: "I have two sticks here, an iron rod, an electric baton, and a wooden stick."

"You want to ask me which one I dropped, right?"

The bomber felt that this was a scoring question: "The answer is that I dropped the stick!!"

"Frustrated!"

"You didn't drop anything at all!"

Fujino's face darkened, and he immediately picked up the iron rod and electric baton and went up with a burst of explosive hammers.

You run and I chase. The two of them are in the warehouse, one is fighting from behind and the other is escaping from the front. They are having a great time.

At least the bomber was smiling throughout.

He even fainted in the end.

However, Fujino did not intend to end there.

A big ice water awakening technique was poured on it, and then he spoke in a soft tone: "Young bomber, did you drop this electric baton, an iron rod, or a wooden stick?"

"..."

The bomber, whose shirt was beaten to pieces and whose skin was covered in bruises and bruises, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and looked at the stick in front of him, trembling: "This time I chose nothing!"

"Wrong, it's a wooden stick!"

"ah--!!!"

"Then what I dropped was an iron rod?!"

"Wrong again!"

"ah--!!"

"This time it's an electric baton!"

"Zi yo yo!"

"Kid, right? Hearing noises, right? Bombs, right?"

"Don't hit your waist—ah!"

…………

ten minutes later.

The wails still echoed faintly.

The beaten bomber, whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen and disfigured, was huddled in the corner with his hands on his knees.

At this time, he was beaten to pieces, and the blood from the wounds on his body soaked into the tattered shirt, dyeing the original white red.

"Young bomber..."

"wait!"

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the bomber's mouth. Before Fujino could finish speaking, he interrupted: "Every choice in this game is wrong. Can we change the game?!"

"Change the game?"

Fujino nodded: "That's okay, let's play Russian roulette."

As he spoke, he took out a Beretta 92F, shook it, and pointed it at his head: "This time, I'll go first."

Bomber: "..."

Russian roulette uses a spinning wheel.

Your whole thing is fully automatic...

Your Russian roulette is played with a fully automatic pistol! ?

"Okay, since you don't say anything, it's okay."

"etc……"

"biu!"

"ah--!"

A wailing sound like a slaughtering pig resounded all around.

But the expected scene of the bullet coming out of the barrel and blowing the dog's head open did not happen.

"Oops, I forgot to load the magazine."

Fujino patted his forehead and glanced at the bomber: "But why is your crotch wet again? It's still red... Could it be that a child peed in your head?"

Bomber: Do you think you are very humorous?

"Okay, okay, this time doesn't count."

Fujino took out the magazine, loaded it with Kata, and pointed it at his head again: "Let's start again..."

"Wait, I don't think this game is fun!"

"Isn't this fun?"

Fujino clicked his tongue: "The brain pops out with blood and writes beautiful flowers on the ground. It's wonderful, isn't it?"

Bomber: "..."

In the past I was the one pretending to be mentally ill.

I didn’t expect to meet the real one today!

Thinking about the triggering probability of a fully automatic pistol, cold sweat broke out on the bomber's back.

I thought I could change it just now.

So he immediately hurriedly said: "Can we get another one!"

"Then let's change the game."

Fujino took out his hidden sword again: "I'll strike you first, then you strike me again."

Bomber: "..."

If you want to kill me, just say so!

No need to beat around the bush!

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he quickly suggested: "Can you change it to another one? Another one!"

"Then change it."

Fujino wiped the blood from his fist: "But this next game is really fun, the one that can turn into gray~"

Bomber: "Can I not play?"

"It's okay not to play, there are other options."

"What choice?"

"Well..."

Fujino snapped his fingers, made a crisp sound, and chuckled: "I'll beat you to death directly, shoot you, Ling Chi, burn the oil barrel, drill with electric drill to light the sky lantern, pinch the waist, 10000-7... you choose one?"

Bomber: "..."

I'm going to die today, right?

"Actually, you don't have to be too afraid."

Fujino stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Death sooner or later is death. It would be great to play games with me to cheer me up."

"I beg you!"

The bomber burst into tears and hugged Fujino's thigh: "Please stop torturing me, please kill me!"

"Tsk, how could I kill you?"

Fujino touched his head kindly: "Obviously you want to die, but I still want you to have fun with me."