The unscientific detective in Conan

Of course, the princess is just a metaphor.

After all, the identities of the Japanese emperors are public, and they have no actual power at all. Now they are just mascots.

The princess he refers to is the princess of the family that controls the lifeline of Japan.

If that's the case, then helicopters, or casual private planes, are not a big deal.

"But why is there no one to stop such a person when I'm with him?"

"Normally, shouldn't some family elders come out at this time and give me a few hundred million to let me leave her?"

"Or someone who claims to be a family marriage fiancée suddenly comes out to play a wave, thirty years east and thirty years west drama..."

Fujino thought about it, and suddenly felt a little empty in his head.

It felt like his brain was growing out.

Retracting his thoughts, he couldn't help but sigh: "This time I owe the little rich woman a big favor..."

In his impression, the highest-ranking person Conan has ever dealt with was Mayor Nishitama and a diplomat.

Let alone the family conflicts of diplomats, the mayor is not smart either.

He actually used his own son to take the blame, and finally had to step down and go to jail.

According to an article he read in his previous life, if the victims and criminals handled by Conan are divided into levels 1-10, Conan has handled the most of the 3-10 levels, and the murderers of level 1-2, who can grasp the lifeline of the direction of the Japanese country, have basically never been handled.

By the way, Fujino's class is about 4-5, with a reputation in an industry, and he is also a middle-class with a small industry.

According to the level classification, he is now dealing with a murderer of level 1.

Under normal circumstances, this is unsolvable for anyone.

Quoting a sentence from a certain Gang: Is there still justice? Is there still the law?

For the unequal party, it is probably gone.

What's more, the victim is just a poor boy.

This is the ugly Japanese society. When the social level reaches a certain level, one's own influence can even affect the rules of society, and use the rules to seek rights for oneself.

Although he already had a plan to deal with such people.

But without the little rich woman, it would probably be more troublesome.

…………

Sato Miwako didn't react to the sudden order at all.

Obviously, the higher-ups had stopped them from investigating before.

Why are they suddenly going to raid the other party's house now?

Something is wrong, this is very wrong!

Could it be the text message just now?

Thinking of this, Sato Miwako looked strange and asked Fujino: "Who did you send the text message to? You even pulled over the Minister of Foreign Affairs?"

"It's just a little rich woman."

"Just a rich woman?"

"How could it be false?"

Fujino had a serious expression: "I said hello, and if she wanted to help, she just helped me do it."

Sato Miwako: "..."

Did it directly, rich woman?

Are you sure you can do it just by pulling over a Minister of Foreign Affairs and saying hello?

Sato Miwako showed an expression of disbelief and looked at him suspiciously: "So, you didn't sell yourself?"

Fujiano: "..."

What kind of dirty idea do you have?

I am such a person?

But selling myself... counts...?

After all, he is also a gigolo.

Fujiano was helpless for a moment, rolled his eyes and said: "You fierce woman, believe it or not, anyway, now we can investigate the case, will you investigate it?"

"Investigate."

Sato Miwako responded a little helplessly, feeling that her guess should be right.

This kid must have paid some unspeakable price.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have kept it to himself. He must have been afraid that she would worry...

Sato Miwako suddenly imagined this scene in her mind:

A big sister in a black kimono, holding a whip in one hand and a steel wool in the other, slowly walked towards the boy who was tied up with a red rope and hung in the air, trembling with fear...

Thinking of this, she shuddered and didn't dare to think any further.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed her mind and asked Fujino: "What should we do now? Do we need support?"

"No."

Fujian raised a meaningful smile: "Now let's go to Mr. Kataoka's store and have a good chat with him."

"..."

Sato Miwako pondered after hearing this: "Do you want to go to his house and beat him up so that he can give the real testimony?"

"What are you thinking?"

Fujian glanced at her with disdain: "I mean, go and talk to him about Ryuichi Utada... After all, there is still one witness, right?"

Sato was stunned after hearing this, and hesitated: "You mean... you?"

Fujian shook his head slightly: "Yes and no."

Sato Miwako didn't understand what Fujino meant by this, and she asked again in confusion: "Then go to Kataoka's store?"

"If we want them to notice us, of course we have to let them know that we are investigating the case."

…………

At noon, outside a KTV in Tokyo.

Sitting in the Ford Taurus, Miwako Sato looked out the window at the KTV in the middle of the commercial street and asked Fujino, "Are you sure that Ryuichi Utada's girlfriend is here?"

"It should be correct."

Fujiano unbuckled his seat belt, "From the location, it is indeed here, it is correct. The girl who accompanied the guy to the restaurant yesterday was her. The photo on the driver's license is exactly the same."

"What's the matter with your hacker friend?"

Miwako Sato asked suspiciously, "How can you find the location of others and the photos of the driving school? Is this illegal?"

"There are many illegal things, just turn a blind eye."

"Wait for my news in the car."

Fujiano opened the car door and got out to enter the KTV.

The friend he was talking about was none other than Hiroki.

He went to Kataoka with Miwako Sato before just to get the name of Ryuichi Utada's girlfriend.

As long as the name is obtained and given to Hiroki, the photo and location can be easily obtained.

This is the Internet age.

As long as there is a name left and the identity information is entered into the computer, the information is opaque.

As long as the person is not too sensitive, it is easy to pry out the identity information.

However, a medium is needed, such as a name or something else.

Of course, although it is difficult to pry the information of sensitive people, it is not impossible, but the corresponding price must be borne.

Fujino asked the front desk, then found the door of a box and stretched out his hand to press it.

After a while, a young man opened the door.

Fujino looked into the box, locked the target among a group of men and women, and then took out his ID and said in a deep voice to the box: "Utada Ryuichi, Ryukawa Manako?"

"Do you have something to do?"

The man who opened the door looked back at the faces of the two people, and then said to Fujino dissatisfiedly.

"Fujino Doji, consultant of the Criminal Department of the Metropolitan Police Department."

Fujino walked into the box: "I want to ask you two about the case last night."

"You are just a consultant, there is no..."

The man pretended to reach out and grab Fujino's arm.

Fujino glanced back at the man, and with a slight jerk of his arm, the man flew out of the box and hit the wall of the corridor outside.

Fujino retracted his gaze, looked into the box, and smiled politely: "I have something I want to talk to them about, can you guys step aside for a while?"