Conan’s Unscientific Detective Chapter 048

Character name suggestions: Fujino, Chizaki Mieko, Kimura Tatsuya, Terahara Mari

Fujino’s house, second floor.

Gazing at the newly arranged detective agency, Fujino couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction.

The detective agency was located on the right side of the second floor of Fujino’s four-story building. The room was about 100 square meters, divided into three rooms and one living room.

The fifty-square-meter bedroom was the office area. By the window, there was an office desk with an ergonomic chair in front of it. Near the entrance, there was a sofa with a coffee table in front of it.

The other secondary bedroom had an anti-theft door, where he stored contracts for variouss he accepted, as well as souvenirs obtained from completings.

For example, Yoko Okino’s signed poster, a broken dagger from a killer who had been tied up in, and a knocked-off helmet from a certain curator.

It was also a way to keep memories.

The layout of the reception room was similar to the office, with a minimalist style, and its configuration was comparable to a reception room in a large company.

“I have to say, this million was well spent.”

Looking at the room that finally resembled a detective agency, Fujino nodded in satisfaction.

“Ding-a-ling!”

At this moment, the phone rang again.

Fujino took out his phone, paused as he stared at the note: [Chizaki Mieko], then answered the call.

“Detective Fujino, have you found out who Tatsuya likes?”

Chizaki Mieko’s hurried voice came from the other end of the line.

Fujino’s eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this, and he noticed some faint background noise from the other end of the line.

Is Chizaki Mieko at a concert right now?

After a moment of thought, he replied, “The investigation is almost complete. I should be able to give you an answer tomorrow.”

“Is that so?”

Chizaki Mieko on the other end of the line was stunned upon hearing this.

She truly hadn’t expected Fujino’s efficiency to be so high.

It had only been a few days…

It was certainly worth the high commission fee.

“I might not have time tomorrow. How about the day after tomorrow? I’ll come to your place after the concert ends.”

With that, Chizaki Mieko hung up the phone.

“So, their concert will end and they’ll have a celebration party the day after tomorrow?”

Fujino put away his phone and muttered, “Looks like I need to hurry…”

That afternoon, outside Kimura Tatsuya’s studio.

Fujino changed into work clothes, wearing a blue hat and mask to conceal his face, and sneaked into Kimura Tatsuya’s studio under the pretext of fixing pipes.

Kimura Tatsuya’s studio was very spacious, with all sorts of musical instruments available. His posters were plastered on the walls, and on a table in the corner, many sheets of music were neatly organized.

Fujino looked around for a bit, then activated his enhanced perception.

Soon, he found a group photo in a hidden spot.

The background of the photo was an underground concert.

Kimura Tatsuya stood on stage, looking at a girl with freckles on her face, who was neither particularly beautiful nor ugly.

In their eyes, there was a strong yearning for the future.

“Tsundere is doomed to fail!”

Fujino sighed, made a remark, tucked the photo into his pocket, and left the studio.

…

“Tatsuya, there’s another concert tomorrow. Remember to wake up early for breakfast.”

“You don’t need to nag!”

“Why are you like a mother hen?!”

“I’m doing this for your own good.”

Outside Kimura Tatsuya’s studio.

Terahara Mari watched Kimura Tatsuya’s disappearing back, a fierce glint appearing in her eyes.

After sighing, she returned to her car, just about to drive home.

But as soon as she sat down, she felt something wasn’t right under her butt.

It felt like a foreign object…

She lifted her butt and saw a photo.

It was a group photo of her and Kimura Tatsuya from when they were in a band together.

Looking at that old photo, a look of sadness appeared on her face. “He wasn’t like this before… Why?”

“He must have dropped it when he got out of the car.”

She sighed, picked up the photo, and was about to put it away to return it tomorrow when she saw lyrics on the back of the photo: [I want to convey it to the bare-faced you].

“I want to convey it to the bare-faced you?”

Terahara Mari couldn’t help but wonder.

Looking at the lyrics, her pupils gradually dilated.

A moment later, a tear fell, wetting the photo.

She clutched the photo tightly in her hand, her gaze fixed on the direction of the studio: “Could Tatsuya…”

“Tatsuya, open the door quickly.”

Terahara Mari knocked on the door of Kimura Tatsuya’s studio, calling out repeatedly.

“Ugly, why are you still looking for me if you’re not going home?”

Kimura Tatsuya opened the door, asking impatiently, then noticed the photo in Terahara Mari’s hand.

He paused, then quickly snatched it. “This photo… How did this photo get to you?!”

“You left the photo in the car just now.”

“Strange, I didn’t bring this photo with me…”

Kimura Tatsuya scratched the back of his head in confusion.

But before he could finish, Terahara Mari interrupted him: “So, the lyrics on the back of that photo, did you write them?”

“You saw them all?”

Kimura Tatsuya’s mind reeled upon hearing this, his gaze shifting to the side.

A slight blush appeared on his unforthcoming face. “I was planning to write them after I went solo to give you a surprise… That’s right, these lyrics were all written for you, you ugly!”

Terahara Mari was surprised: “Then why do you call me ugly?”

“Who told you to get plastic surgery without my permission!”

He took a deep breath and said, “I’ve never said you were ugly. Your original appearance was already very beautiful, okay!”

Terahara Mari’s mind reeled upon hearing this.

Suddenly, she seemed to understand everything.

Yes, ever since she had plastic surgery, Tatsuya seemed to have stopped caring about her, and even spoke harshly to her.

Was everything because of the plastic surgery?

“Tatsuya, could you be…”

“Don’t say it if you know, it’s embarrassing!”

Kimura Tatsuya’s face flushed even more, like a young boy who had just fallen in love.

Upon hearing this, Terahara Mari hugged him tightly, and tears flowed down her eyes.

There was regret, or perhaps emotion…

In short, a battle that could be fatal was bound to happen tonight.

Not far from the battlefield, Fujino sat in a Ford Taurus, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Watching the lights go out in the studio not far away, his expression became strangely peculiar.

“So, tsundere is already outdated…”

A moment later, he took a deep breath, resting his chin in his hand as he muttered.

Gazing at the darkened window not far away, a knowing smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

No one would ever know that an invisible hand was secretly pushing everything forward.

To be honest, this feeling was quite good.