February 17th.
Fujiwara Yu, who was woken up by a phone call from Hattori Heiji, looked at the calendar posted on the head of the bed with a face full of resentment. He sighed helplessly. His idea was indeed correct. The "next week" mentioned by others really became "tomorrow".
As the only person who knows the truth, he feels it is necessary to crack Conan Year 1 as soon as possible, otherwise sooner or later, one day he will have no concept of time at all.
Moreover, he didn't want to be reincarnated in the same year over and over again. The thought of those children who would never grow up and those wage earners who would work hard at their jobs for their whole lives made his scalp tingle.
Especially for high school students who are in their senior year, it is too miserable that they may not realize that they have failed the college entrance examination dozens of times.
After washing up, Fujiwara Yu changed into the black suit that Miyano Akemi had ironed for him. He reached out and fiddled with his slightly longer bangs. He had to find someone to get a haircut sometime.
He drove to Beika Station and parked his car in the parking lot closest to Exit C. Within five minutes, he saw Hattori Heiji running towards him with a sports bag on his back. His dark skin really stood out among the crowd around him, making him very easy to identify.
"Brother Takashi, did you miss me?" Hattori Heiji said with a smile showing his big white teeth as soon as he got into the car.
Fujiwara Yuu had droopy eyelids and looked completely sleepy. He had to get up early for work on weekdays, but now in order to send Hattori to the Mori Detective Agency, he had to get up two hours earlier.
He yawned lazily, threw aside the sandwich and milk he had bought from the convenience store, and said calmly:
"No, if possible, I hope you can get on the return bus now and disappear from my sight."
"Why are you so cold? I brought you something good!" Hattori Heiji took out a bottle of something wrapped in paper from his sports bag. When he peeled off the paper, he found that it was a bottle of wine with three words written on it: Lao Baigan.
"Chinese wine?"
"Yes, I bought two bottles. I'm going to give the other one to Kudo Shinichi, whom I've never met. If he doesn't show up, I'll have to give it to his girlfriend's dad."
Fujiwara Yuu glanced at Hattori Heiji, who was cheerful on his own, and was somewhat speechless:
"Come on, Kudo is a minor, why did you give him alcohol? And how did you know he had a girlfriend?"
Although Mao Lilan and Kudo Shinichi have not yet started dating, in Fujiwara Yu's heart, he has already assumed that the two are a couple. It will happen sooner or later anyway, so there is no harm in acknowledging it.
Hattori Heiji proudly shook a finger, raised his chin and explained:
"Brother Yingsi, I'm a detective! Before I came here, I asked Kazuha to help me investigate. When she was questioning Kudo's friends, a classmate named Suzuki Sonoko said that Maori Ran was Kudo's woman. That's why I chose to go to the Maori Detective Agency to look for her this time."
Suzuki Sonoko? Oh, the second daughter of the Suzuki Group. Actually, she really supports these two being together.
The two chatted about their recent situation along the way. Of course, most of the conversation was just Hattori Heiji's stand-up comedy. The content of the conversation also revolved around how many cases he had assisted the police in solving in Osaka, and he boasted that "I am a detective who can stand on my own."
The traffic jam during the morning rush hour made walking the short distance inefficient. After safely sending Hattori Heiji to the downstairs of the office, Fujiwara Yu drove to the Metropolitan Police Department, praying along the way that he would not encounter any cases. He was sleep-deprived and really wanted to let his brain run wild all day.
Unfortunately, fate always likes to play jokes on him.
After finally getting through the traffic jam all the way to the Metropolitan Police Department, he just arrived at the office and was about to make himself a cup of coffee. The coffee powder was not even ground yet when the phone in his pocket started to play pleasant music. The caller ID showed the three words "Mouri Ran", and he knew something bad was wrong.
Fujiwara Yuu's face was full of reluctance, but he still answered the phone honestly:
"Hello, Miss Maori, is there anything you want to talk to me about?"
"Brother Yingsi, please come to Beido-machi 2-chome 195 as soon as possible. There's been a murder here!"
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
After hanging up the phone, Fujiwara Yu sighed helplessly. He really didn't understand why the police call had to be made to his cell phone, otherwise there was a chance that he would not be selected to handle this case.
Even though he complained about the busy work, his actions were very honest. Without even bothering to make himself a cup of coffee, he grabbed his suit jacket and walked out, preparing to ask Tsuda Usho, who was still in the office, to go with him.
But after noticing the dark circles under Tsuda's eyes and the two empty cans of coffee on the table, and realizing that the other party was on night shift, Fujiwara Yu finally went to the crime scene alone. The poor overtime workers should not enter a vicious cycle in Special Investigation 7. I hope that this small act of kindness can prevent me from having to work overtime today.
He drove to the villa area of Haido-cho 2-chome. From the size of the house, it was not difficult to tell that the victim's family was very well-off, otherwise he would not have bought such a luxury house in Haido-cho where every inch of land is valuable.
The entrance to the mansion had been cordoned off with yellow tape by the mobile search team that had rushed in after hearing the news. Fortunately, there weren't many residents nearby, and no neighbors were watching the commotion from the doorway. Fujiwara Yuu lifted the tape and went inside, and the officer beside him hurried forward and said,
"Inspector Takashi, this case is a bit tricky. The victim is Tsujimura Isao, the Deputy Director of the General Foreign Policy Bureau of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
It’s from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?
Fujiwara Yuu frowned slightly, hoping it wasn't a workplace dispute, as the social relationships involved would be troublesome. He was led by the police officer to the first-floor study. After seeing who was inside, the corners of his mouth twitched.
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