The unscientific detective in Conan

Pause the screen.

Zoom in, zoom in again.

Then, he saw the driver of the dump truck pulling something off the front windshield and holding it in his hand before crashing into it.

The picture goes backwards, then backwards...

In the distant scene, what was pulled off the windshield by the man just now was none other than a pink Hallo Katie pendant!

But why would a single man hang a Hallo Katie pendant in a dump truck?

Is it because a girl's heart is bursting?

It shouldn’t be possible………

If it’s a girl…………

Thinking of this, Fujino's eyes suddenly froze.

Yes, girl.

If the previous file records were correct, Miyamoto Ersaburo should have a daughter.

Although the medical file shows that he died two years ago.

But medical records can also be tampered with.

"If it's as I guess..."

As he spoke, Fujino's brows gradually furrowed and he stared at the wall in front of him, "That matter is far more complicated than imagined."

…………

As the night grew darker, Fujino parked the Ford Taurus near Yoneka Town 4-chome.

After walking along the path and turning a few times, we came to a two-story house.

The roofs of the private houses are painted with red paint, and the courtyard walls are made of bricks and stones, about two meters high. The gates are hollow doors made of black iron pipes welded, so you can easily see the situation inside the courtyard.

Fujino glanced at the nameplate on the door stack of the private house and confirmed that this was the Miyamoto family.

[100% strength enhancement has been activated, remaining time: 59 seconds]

With the unenlarged wooden sword wrapped around his wrist, and with the blessing of the power-enhancing card, Fujino easily climbed over the two-meter-high brick wall.

He jumped down from the high wall, paused slightly when he landed, and stabilized his body.

After confirming that the door was locked, Fujino looked at the open window of the room on the second floor.

After taking a look at the remaining time of the enhanced effect, he took a deep breath, grabbed the bulge on the wall of the house, climbed to the second floor skillfully, and sneaked into the room.

Different from the room of a normal single man living alone, the room on the second floor he entered was a relatively clean small room.

Judging from the overall layout, it should be a girl's room.

The room was extremely clean, it was obviously cleaned regularly.

After searching the room, I found that there were several pieces of clothing in the wardrobe that were trendy a few years ago, and even a few pieces of obscene clothing.

Close the closet.

Fujino found a pink code book in the drawer in front of the desk.

After "gently" breaking open the codebook, he flipped through a few pages and found that it was a diary.

After reading all of it, I learned from the diary: The owner of this diary is named Minako Miyamoto. She is about nineteen years old and is a graduate student.

The last recorded date in the diary was a year and a half ago, and the words in it were written in a hurry.

It probably means that I can’t continue to write diaries here in the future.

"According to the medical records, Minako Miyamoto should have died two years ago."

Fujino looked at the diary in his hand and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

After putting away the diary, he continued to search the room.

Unfortunately, after searching, no useful clues were found.

I just found 50,000 yen in change and a few photos.

The little girl in one of the photos is only eight or nine years old, and Miyamoto Ersaburo looks much younger. Next to them, there is a woman with a virtuous temperament.

It shows a happy family, obviously a family portrait.

That woman must be Mrs. Miyamoto who died ten years ago.

Buzz!

At this time, the roar of the engine came from outside the house.

Fujino frowned upon hearing the sound.

Immediately, he put on the assassin's robe, put on the Batman mask, and hid in the closet on the second floor.

Outside the door, three men in black clothes, wearing black suits, black hats, and black sunglasses on their faces, got off the black car.

After arriving in front of Miyamoto's house, they pried open the door, put on shoe covers, and walked straight into the house carrying a black briefcase and several gasoline cans.

"I heard that the mess to be cleaned up this time is also a peripheral member."

"No one else can make the organization achieve this level with its peripheral members."

"Stop talking nonsense, finish processing and leave quickly..."

As he said that, one of the men sneered: "Maybe one day, we will end up like this."

The three of them were chatting without noticing a figure flashing past them.

"Someone from the winery?"

Looking at the three men in front of him, Fujino had so many thoughts on his mind that he couldn't help but frown.

To be honest, it's like this unique look.

Apart from the winery, he really couldn't think of any other organization that could dress up like this.

But to be on the safe side, let’s take a look first before talking.

What if it’s not a winery, but a small animal organization?

On the other side, the two people who had just entered the room first groped around.

After confirming that no one was there, one of them turned the gasoline barrel he had just brought in and poured gasoline everywhere in the house.

Another person went to the kitchen and opened the natural gas main gate in the kitchen. With the sound of puffing, the liquefied gas began to spread around the room.

The man in black who was staying in the living room was standing in the living room with a briefcase in his hand, as if he was tinkering with something.

Fujino stared at the briefcase the man was carrying and couldn't help but frown.

He knew that briefcase, it was a bomb.

The appearance was the same as the one he saw on the Shinkansen last time, and it should be the same style.

"mission completed."

After setting up the bomb in the living room, the man in black stretched out first, and then wanted to sit on the sofa and rest for a while.

He is not afraid of leaving any traces.

After all, it won't be long before this place will be wiped out.

"Um..."

Suddenly, the man in black, who had just wanted to sit on the sofa, felt a pain in his waist, as if he had been bitten by something.

But before he lowered his head to check, his vision went dark and he fainted.

Then, a black...white figure suddenly appeared and dragged it into a dark corner of the living room.

In the corner, Fujino, wearing an assassin's robe, kept groping the man's body.

Just when he took the wallet away and was about to continue groping, he touched something hard.

"You actually have a gun?"

Fujino looked strangely and took out the pistol from the man's pocket.

It was an M37 revolver, and the wheel inside was loaded with six bullets.

It is the most common pistol used by Japanese police.

Maybe this guy 'robbed' it from the police, Fujino couldn't help but think.

Immediately, he recovered the batarang, and by the way, he put the revolver he had just captured into his portable space.

Even though it's just an m37.

But to be honest, in two lifetimes, this was the first time Fujino had touched a real pistol.