The unscientific detective in Conan

The man's head was split by the wooden sword, and his brain was blank.

It felt like he was drunk and blacked out.

Hearing the familiar voice, he immediately recovered, and looked at the detective in front of him with a confused face while enduring the severe pain.

How could this detective be here?

But the current situation did not allow for much thinking.

After a moment of determination, he made a decision, endured the severe pain, climbed up and rushed towards Fujino viciously.

Politicians need a black glove to wipe their ass, and he happened to be a black glove.

Usually anyone can reach out and poke a few times, and after losing their value, they will be ruthlessly removed and abandoned by those people at will.

As a black glove, his identity is naturally not to be seen.

After all, he has too many handles in his hands. Once something happens, those people will try their best to get rid of him.

In other words, as long as he is caught, he will be dead.

Facing the man who suddenly jumped up.

Fujino reacted quickly, kneeled forward, and then stretched out his hand, his fingers like steel claws grasping the man's right wrist, relying on absolute strength to crush him, and pressed him to the ground fiercely, while pressing down with his left knee, pressing against the man's shoulder blade.

Maintaining this posture, he slightly exerted force with his left hand...

"Crack!"

"Ah!!!"

The sound of bones and brittle bones emerged under the skin, and the man fainted due to the intense pain after a scream.

Seeing this, Fujino did not continue to attack.

If he attacked again, the man would die.

At this time, the man's chest was half broken by his knee, and his right arm was removed from the shoulder. At the same time, the shoulder blade was broken into several pieces by the knee, and the wrist was directly crushed into slag, with only broken muscles, flesh and blood vessels connected.

As long as he was not careful, this arm would be torn off.

This is the power crushing, just a shoulder lock is enough to kill a person.

This is probably how to tear the Japanese by hand.

Fujino had no doubt that if he pulled off the arm directly, the guy under him would die on the spot.

But he didn't do it after all.

This guy is more valuable alive than dead.

And even if he didn't die now, someone would kill him.

The scream just came out of the room, and Sato Miwako and a group of plainclothes officers rushed into the room from the door at the right time.

She moved neatly and easily controlled the unconscious man, took out the handcuffs, picked up a weirdly twisted right arm, and handcuffed it to the other left arm.

The man was unconscious, so there was no need to shout the slogan "You have been arrested".

Fujino turned around and looked at Ryukawa Manako.

At this time, she was sitting on the ground, with a red grip mark on her neck, and her face regained a little color. She was staring blankly at a large group of people rushing into her small apartment building.

Can't come in anymore, it's already full!

Fujino glanced at her, squatted down and looked into her confused eyes: "Now can you explain what happened last night?"

Ryukawa Manako recovered and looked away: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Fujino remained calm when he heard that, stretched out his hand and forcibly turned her face around, exuding a sense of oppression, looking into her eyes and said in a deep voice: "At this point, you are still helping that guy conceal it... You really don't know who came to kill you today?"

"I... How would I know. "

Ryukawa Manako was stared at by the dark eyes and trembled all over. A trace of cold sweat flowed down her forehead. She said weakly: "After that person came in, he..."

"Then he wanted to kill you. I can see it without you saying it."

Fujino took over her words and said directly: "Since you don't know, then I will tell you, this person is your good boyfriend, and your foreign minister's father sent him. What do you think he wants to do?"

Ryukawa Manako's face turned pale: "How do you know?"

Fujino is good He looked at her like a fool: "Do you think that besides the father and son, there are other enemies who will rush to your door and want to kill you?"

Ryukawa Manako's face was complicated: "But... I clearly said that I would not say anything, why would they want to kill me?"

Fujino couldn't help laughing when he heard it: "You kept the secret for the other party like a fool, and ended up like this... You are just a toy that can be abandoned at any time. You don't really think of yourself as a human being, or you have hooked up with the son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs. , you can become a so-called "wife" and enjoy wealth and glory, right? "

As he said, he let go of her hand and slowly stood up, looking down at her and said in a deep voice: "Do you think you still have a choice now? If we don't protect you, how long do you think you can live without being killed by the Minister of Foreign Affairs?"

"Miss, you don't want to be killed in an empty alley, and then your body will be gnawed by rats and cockroaches, right?"

"I... I say!"

Ryukawa Manako is not a fool, of course she understands the pros and cons.

Before, her biggest reliance was that her boyfriend was the son of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, but the biggest reliance was to kill her to kill her.

Now her only choice is to become a witness and get protection from the police.

This will definitely face the other party's revenge... but the premise is that you can survive.

It's death anyway, there is no choice at all.

…………

After a brief explanation, Ryukawa Manako confessed everything about Ryūichi Utada hitting someone.

She even confessed everything other than the hit-and-run.

It can only be said that if people are not pushed, they will never know where their limits are.

Ryukawa Manako and the man were taken to the police van.

On the way to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Fujino was driving the car, and Sato Miwako couldn't help but tease him: "You guy, you are really skilled in threatening people."

Fujino drove the car and chuckled: "Practice makes perfect. Some fools who don't want to speak will never speak unless they are threatened."

"Practice makes perfect..."

Sato Miwako felt that there was something wrong with this.

If she thought about it carefully, she seemed to have been threatened like this before...

Thinking of this, a look of suspicion appeared in her eyes.

You must have threatened decent women a lot before, right?

Sato Miwako curled her lips, suddenly remembering something, and said to Fujino half-jokingly: "You didn't coax that 'rich woman' into helping you, did you?"

"Yes, but not really. After all, I didn't threaten her."

Fujiano thought for a moment and said helplessly: "Speaking of which, I am also a little helpless. After all, strictly speaking, she should be the one who is paying for me. Even if I refuse, there is nothing I can do..."

"By the way, do you still remember Miss Ooka?"

"I'm looking for her this time."

"Ms. Ooka Momiji?"

Sato Miwako murmured when she heard it.

She recalled it in her mind and felt that the surname sounded familiar.

Thinking carefully, the former prime minister from several years ago also seemed to have the surname Ooka?