Conan’s Unscientific Detective Chapter 078

The screen paused.

Zoom in, then zoom in again.

Then, he saw that before the dump truck driver crashed into him, he seemed to have torn something from the front windshield and held it in his hand.

The screen rewound, rewound again…

In the distant image, what the man had just pulled from the windshield was none other than a pink Hello Kitty pendant!

But why would a single man have a Hello Kitty pendant hanging in his dump truck?

Could it be because he was brimming with a maiden’s heart?

Probably not…

If it were a maiden…

Thinking of this, Fujino’s gaze suddenly froze.

That’s right, a maiden.

If the previous archives were correct, Miyamoto Sanshirou should have a daughter.

Although the medical records showed she died two years ago.

But medical records can also be tampered with.

“If it’s truly as I suspect…”

As he spoke, Fujino’s brows gradually furrowed, and he stared at the wall in front of him, “Then things are far more complicated than imagined.”

***

As night deepened, Fujino parked his Ford Taurus near Beika Town, Block 4.

He walked along a small path, turned a few times, and then arrived in front of a two-story civilian house.

The roof of the house was painted red, the courtyard wall was made of stacked bricks and stones, about two meters high, and the main gate was a hollow gate welded from black iron pipes, allowing one to easily see the situation inside the courtyard.

Fujino glanced at the nameplate on the gatepost at the entrance of the house, confirming that this was the Miyamoto residence.

[Strength 100% Enhancement has been activated, remaining time: 59 seconds]

With a wooden sword wrapped around his wrist that had not been enlarged, and with the boost from the Strength Enhancement card, Fujino easily scaled the two-meter-high brick wall.

He leaped down from the high wall, landed with a slight pause, and stabilized his body.

After confirming that the main gate was locked, Fujino looked towards the open window on the second floor.

Glancing at the remaining time of the enhancement effect, he took a deep breath, gripped the protrusions on the wall of the house, skillfully climbed to the second floor, and snuck into the room.

Unlike a normal single man’s room, the second-floor room he entered was a relatively clean small room.

From the overall layout, it seemed to be a girl’s room.

The room was exceptionally clean, clearly indicating that someone frequently cleaned it.

After searching the room, he found several fashionable clothes from a few years ago in the wardrobe, and even a few pieces of underwear.

He closed the wardrobe.

Fujino then found a pink password book in a drawer in front of the writing desk.

After ‘gently’ breaking open the password book, he flipped through a few pages and discovered that it was a diary.

After reading the entire diary, he learned from it that the owner of the diary was Miyamoto Minako, approximately nineteen years old, and a graduate student.

The last entry date in the diary was a year and a half ago, and the handwriting was hurried.

It roughly meant that she couldn’t continue writing in the diary here anymore.

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

Fujino glanced at the diary in his hand, a slight smile playing on the corner of his mouth.

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

Unfortunately, after a thorough search, he didn’t find any useful clues.

He only found fifty thousand Japanese yen in loose change and a few photos.

In one of the photos, a little girl was only eight or nine years old, and Miyamoto Sansaburo looked much younger. Beside them stood a woman with a gentle and virtuous demeanor.

It was a picture of a happy family, clearly a family photo.

That woman should be Mrs. Miyamoto, who passed away ten years ago.

Buzz!

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

Fujino frowned at the sound.

He then immediately put on his Assassin’s Robe, donned the Batman mask, and hid in the second-floor wardrobe.

Outside the door, three men in black suits, black hats, and black sunglasses got out of a black car.

After arriving at the Miyamoto residence, they pried open the gate, put on shoe covers, and then, carrying a black briefcase and several gasoline barrels, walked straight into the house.

“I heard the mess we’re cleaning up this time is also an peripheral member.”

“It’s unheard of for a peripheral member to make the organization go to such lengths.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, let’s finish up quickly and leave…”

As he spoke, one of the men sneered, “Who knows, one day we might end up like this too.”

The three men chatted casually, completely unaware of a figure flashing past them.

“People from the Black Organization?”

Gazing at the three men in front of him, Fujino’s mind raced, and he couldn’t help but frown.

To be honest, with such a distinctive outfit, he couldn’t think of any other organization besides the Black Organization that would dress like this.

But to be safe, he decided to wait and see.

What if it wasn’t the Black Organization, but some small animal organization?

On the other side, the two men who had just entered the room first searched around.

After confirming that no one was present, one of them tipped over the gasoline barrel they had brought in and began to spray gasoline throughout the house.

The other man went to the kitchen and opened the main gas valve, and with a series of hissing sounds, liquefied gas began to spread throughout the rooms.

The man in black who remained in the living room stood there with a briefcase in his hand, seemingly tinkering with something.

Fujino stared at the briefcase in the man’s hand and couldn’t help but frown.

He recognized that briefcase; it was a bomb.

Its appearance was identical to the one he had seen on the Shinkansen last time; it must be the same model.

“Mission accomplished.”

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

He wasn’t afraid of leaving any traces.

After all, it wouldn’t be long before this place was reduced to ashes.

“Ugh…”

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

But before he could lower his head to check, his vision went black, and he fainted.

Then, a black… white figure suddenly appeared and dragged him into the dim corner of the living room.

In the corner, Fujino, wearing an Assassin’s Robe, was constantly rummaging through the man’s body.

Just as he had taken the wallet and was about to continue searching, he felt something hard.

“He even has a gun?”

Fujino’s expression was strange as he took the handgun from the man’s inner pocket.

It was an M 37 revolver, with six bullets loaded into its cylinder.

It was the most common handgun used by Japanese police.

Perhaps this guy had ‘stolen’ it from a police officer, Fujino couldn’t help but think.

Then, he retrieved the Batarang and, along with it, put the newly acquired revolver into his personal space.

Although it was just an M 37.

But to be honest, having lived two lives, this was the first time Fujino had ever touched a real handgun.