The unscientific detective in Conan

Fujiano walked forward and sat down.

Vermouth raised her eyes and squinted.

Fujiano said, "You are really bold to meet in a place like this."

Vermouth remained calm and her expression returned to normal.

She picked up the wine glass, took a sip of wine, and said calmly: "This is not something shameful. Would you be satisfied if I asked you to meet me at the hotel?"

"Don't you know how old you are when you tell dirty jokes?"

"Tsk."

Vermouth smacked her lips, "Don't worry, cadres in organizations like ours are usually not monitored unless they are suspected... Of course, once they are suspected, they will be executed."

"Just like the sister of a certain kitten."

"Now you are making a hell joke again, right?"

Fujino raised his eyes and looked at her: "But what you said is a bit wrong. The sister of a certain kitten is living well with her sister now."

Vermouth seemed to have turned on a switch, and her eyes became sharp: "You mean..."

"Is it still important? As if you can do it."

Fujino sneered, and then said: "Stop talking nonsense. You called me over here. Do you have any information?"

"Young people are so impatient."

Vermouth Sighing, she shook her wine glass: "Because of the last incident, she was severely punished by her boss and left Japan. Under such circumstances, I am still helping you collect intelligence, but you don't even say a word of gratitude..."

"You are using each other, and you still expect me to thank you?"

Fujiano showed dead fish eyes, crossed his arms and said: "Auntie, if I thank you, then I will not be able to protect Conan?"

Vermouth's slender eyebrows twitched slightly, rolled her eyes, tapped the table with her fingernails, and said: "I checked the last time you were hit, and it was indeed Gin who led it. As for the identity of the client... I also found out clearly."

"Guess who it is?"

Fujiano looked more serious when he heard this, and looked at her: "Don't keep me in suspense."

Seeing that the other party was anxious, Vermouth became proud instead, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, quietly savoring the taste of the wine into his throat, and then said lightly: "Someone from the Fujiwara family."

"Fujiwara family?"

Fujiano frowned when he heard this, and his brain thought quickly.

I don't remember the Fujiwara family very clearly. In my memory, there is only one guy named Kujo.

Last time, that guy seemed to invite me to their house. I didn't go to their house to cause trouble because they helped me a little.

Why did they suddenly want to assassinate me?

No, the assassination should have happened before that.

And I don't know what the relationship is between the Kujo family and the Fujiwara family... I don't know.

Fujino thought quickly and asked Vermouth: "So, why did the Fujiwara family want to assassinate me, and what is their background?"

"Huh?"

Vermouth looked at the detective who asked a soul-searching question with a little surprise.

She frowned and said, "Aren't you from the Fujiwara family? Why are you asking about me? Can I know the Fujiwara family better than you?"

"Huh?" This time it was Fujino who was confused and surprised.

No, I, the Fujiwara family, what do you mean?

Seeing Fujino's expression of seeing a ghost, Vermouth stroked his forehead, and after a brief thought, he said: "So you don't know that you are from the Fujiwara family?"

"I know a ghost, what other words can I have to do with Fujiwara except the word Fuji." Fujino looked at her speechlessly, thought for a while and added: "Except that I used the vest of Fujiwara Tofu Shop when I drove the AE86 to the streets before."

Vermouth's expression was very interesting when he heard it.

She crossed her legs, holding the wine glass, and said with interest: "So, you really don't know?"

Fujino was very unhappy with her performance: "If I knew, would I need to ask you?"

"It's interesting that the down-and-out young man didn't know that he was the eldest son of the Kyoto circle."

Vermouth smiled, as if she saw something interesting, and then said: "Let me think about it, about 20 years ago, something big and small happened in Kyoto. The eldest princess of the Fujiwara family, who was in college at the time, suddenly eloped with a wild boy from nowhere one day, and then changed her surname to Fujino and established the Fujino The company was founded by the Fujiwara family, and it grew and expanded during the most glorious decade in Japan, becoming one of the famous large companies in Japan..."

"However, just a year ago, the two died unexpectedly, and Fujino Company was also swallowed up by its internal subsidiaries and major forces in Japan."

"Among them, the Fujiwara family was the one that was swallowed up the most."

Vermouth said, staring straight at Fujino, with his hands supporting his chin, still looking interested: "Then the question is, you little Fujino, don't you really know that you are Fujiwara?"

Fujino: "..."

You ask me who should I ask?

I haven't recovered yet, okay?!

What outrageous family secrets, what example of hanging out with rich women?

Are you sure you're not talking about an online article written by a third-rate writer?

The son of a Kyoto (Kyoto) circle was assassinated, and 20 years later, the Dragon King returned and vowed to take back everything he had lost!

Looking at Fujino who didn't speak and seemed to be digesting what she had just said, Vermouth was surprised again and said with interest: "No way, no way, you haven't thought about being a member of the Fujiwara family in the past 18 years, right?"

"Auntie, shut up."

Fujino pinched her brows, "So, what's going on?"

"It's that simple..." Vermouth's eyes revealed a hint of playfulness: "You, from an old regent family, your mother is the eldest daughter of the Fujiwara family."

After thinking about it, she said curiously: "But speaking of it, you seem to be the current young master of the Fujiwara family..."

"If an old aunt like me can get out of the organization one day, I guess I will need your help."

Old aunt also wants to join the department, right?

Fujino complained speechlessly, pinching her brows, digesting the information just now.

Well, according to Vermouth, her identity in this world doesn't seem to be as simple as she imagined.

Besides being the poor heir of a bankrupt company, he seems to be the heir of a big family?

I'm so funny, no way!

When I woke up, I found myself to be the head of the nobility?

The Fujiwara family, they are so awesome in anime. In the racing anime, Akina can only climb a tree when he goes up the mountain, and in the romance comic, the silly secretary whose grandfather is the prime minister, how can they be left here?

Fujino's expression gradually became complicated.

The complicated thing is that since his identity is so awesome.

Why did the original biang end up so badly?

Since they are all young masters, one day a little sister, with maids all over the house, a delicate and capable secretary around him, and luxury cars, champagne villas and beautiful women in his arms, it should be reasonable for anyone who is not happy to be laid off and go home?

Where can you run business and die suddenly from a cold, wind chill and high temperature?