Conan’s Unscientific Detective Chapter 009

In a high-rise apartment building in a bustling business district of Tokyo.

Ran stood by the window in the hallway on the twenty-fifth floor, overlooking the neon-lit Tokyo below, and couldn’t help but exclaim, “The view here is really nice.”

She turned her head and chuckled at Fujino, “Isn’t that right, Fujino-senpai?”

“Yes.”

Fujino responded, his mind filled with thoughts.

The view here was indeed excellent; almost half of the neon landscape could be seen from here.

The shimmering neon of Tokyo at night, the endless stream of lights on the streets.

It truly had a unique charm.

However, the value of this view was equally impressive.

As far as Fujino knew, an apartment like this on the twenty-fifth floor in the city center started at 100 million Japanese Yen, truly a residence for the elite class of Neon.

Such a view was probably something a normal person would never get to appreciate, even if they worked their entire lives.

Actually, Ran’s home wasn’t bad either; her small house started at 50 million Japanese Yen.

In fact, Ran could be considered a rich lady.

“Ah!”

Just then, Yoko Okino, who had just opened the door behind them, suddenly let out a scream.

Along with that scream, a system notification echoed in Fujino’s ears: “New Detective Profession mission detected, please check!”

Subsequently, a glowing panel appeared before Fujino:

[Detective Profession Mission: Bloody Idol Case.

Mission Objective: Solve the Bloody Idol Murder Case.

Mission Time Limit: Three hours.

System Mission Reward: 500, 000 Japanese Yen bounty.]

Did this case finally happen?

Fujino stood rooted to the spot, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he couldn’t help but sigh.

He quickly rushed to Yoko Okino’s side and looked into the room.

Sure enough, a murder had just occurred here.

A fat man lay dead in Yoko Okino’s home.

The body was on the floor of the dimly lit room, a fruit knife protruding from his back, spilling a large amount of blood that stained the surrounding carpet and seeped into the floor cracks.

Looking at the man’s body, Fujino secretly thought, “This house isn’t worth much now.”

Beika Town had a characteristic: houses where people had died usually became worthless, while houses where no one had died became increasingly ridiculously priced.

He wondered if this house was rented or bought by Yoko Okino.

If it were rented, the landlord would probably feel like committing suicide.

As he surveyed the man’s body in the room, everyone else had expressions of horror, but only Fujino was still in the mood to joke about Beika Town’s housing prices.

“Ran, quick, call the police!”

Collecting his thoughts, Fujino instinctively called out to Ran, his designated police-calling assistant.

But after a moment’s thought, he stopped her again, “Never mind, Ran.”

“What’s wrong, Fujino-senpai?”

Ran, who had been about to run off to call the police, stopped and turned to Fujino, asking confusedly.

“Actually, I brought my mobile phone with me…”

Saying this, Fujino awkwardly scratched the back of his head and pulled out his phone from his pocket.

“Mobile phone?”

Ran curiously glanced at Fujino’s phone but didn’t notice anything unusual, only asking, “Is it the latest model?”

“Yes, but it hasn’t been released yet. It’s just a trial given to me by a client.”

Fujino explained, and as he spoke, he was about to dial the police, letting Ran, his professional police-calling assistant, take a break.

However, the manager next to them couldn’t sit still.

“Wait, Detective Fujino! If possible, please investigate this matter secretly!”

The manager first glanced at the horrified Yoko Okino, then quickly grabbed Fujino’s hand and explained, “If this gets out, it will damage Yoko’s image!”

“Huh?”

Fujino frowned at this, looking at the manager as if he were an idiot. “So, you want me to investigate this secretly?”

“Exactly!”

The manager nodded repeatedly, “If possible, that would be best.”

“In that case, then we’ll have to talk about the commission.”

Fujino chuckled, playing with the idea, “How much are you planning to pay? One million, ten million, or even one hundred million?”

“Ah?”

The manager was stunned, “Ten million, wouldn’t that be a bit too much?”

“I say, you really are a moron!”

Fujino grabbed the manager by the collar, his dark eyes fixed on his eyeballs, and angrily rebuked, “Do you really think an idol’s reputation is more important than a human life?!”

“It’s not like that…”

Eichi Yamagishi quickly waved his hands, startled by Fujino’s appearance.

“Detective Fujino!”

At this moment, Yoko Okino, who had recovered, spoke up, “Please call the police!”

“Since Ms. Yoko has said so, if you have no objections, then get out of the way and don’t interfere with my investigation!”

Fujino pushed Eichi Yamagishi aside.

What was this all about?

A manager, even less aware than an idol.

He really didn’t know what this manager was doing; he should be fired early.

Fujino secretly grumbled to himself, turned around, and dialed the police.

After explaining the situation, he took out white gloves from his pocket, put them on, and entered the crime scene.

But just then, a figure, like a large black rat, suddenly darted past him and headed straight for the body.

It was none other than Conan!

Fujino frowned as he watched Conan, who looked like a large black rat.

He quickly walked forward and picked him up, “Little Conan, a crime scene is not a place for a child like you to just wander into!”

“Hahahaha…”

Conan scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly, “I was just curious about the crime scene…”

“Oh, so you were curious, huh?”

Fujino chuckled, his narrowed eyes full of meaning.

Then he called out to Ran, who was outside the door, “Ran, keep an eye on this curious little Conan… Really, what kind of behavior is it for a child to wander around a dead body.”

“Yes, Fujino-senpai!”

Ran immediately pulled Conan out of the room.

In the hallway, she scolded Conan in an elder’s tone, “Conan! Didn’t we agree before not to disturb Fujino-senpai when he’s working?”

“You naughty child!”

“Ran-neechan, I’m sorry!”

At this moment, Conan looked timid and apologetic, just like a child who had done something wrong and was being lectured by an elder.

Seeing this, Fujino’s mood also brightened considerably.

He turned and closed the door, entering the crime scene.

And Conan, at this moment, was glaring at Fujino with a resentful look.

He looked exactly like a little resentful wife.

At the same time, he couldn’t help but secretly grumble in his heart: This guy is so annoying, he actually used Ran to deal with me!

“Conan, did you hear me?!”

Ran saw Conan’s absent-mindedness when being criticized, so she shouted loudly, rolled up her sleeves, and raised her small fist.

Conan’s body stiffened at her words, and looking at Ran’s rolled-up sleeves, he said sheepishly, “I heard you… Ran-neechan.”