Chapter 1007: Classic and Exceptionally Effective Fishing

Fujino complained in his heart, but he was used to it.

Conan, this kid, is proficient in all passive professions. He can fly a plane and a big ship. He studies bomb disposal when he is free. He also has a little knowledge of medical treatment. He is good at all kinds of knowledge.

What's wrong with accurately distinguishing materials?

He learned this in Hawaii!

Huihara Ai also looked at Conan with a slightly complicated expression.

——He was found by Gin to be able to survive a single kill, and he survived after taking the A drug with a 99% mortality rate. After becoming a child, he was able to live with his childhood sweetheart. Every time he got into trouble, he was lucky to escape death, and the people around him were not implicated. His parents are still living freely abroad, and they can come back to play tricks on their children when they have nothing to do.

I have to admit that Kudo Shinichi's luck is really strong.

She sighed, a little envious of this good luck.

Then he asked: "So, have you found out who the murderer is?"

"Well..." Conan was helpless, "Not yet."

Habara Ai's expression became playful: "Oh, there are still things that this great detective doesn't know."

Conan rolled his eyes at her: "The only thing that can be confirmed now is that the other party is a guy wearing glasses, but this is a writer's party..."

"That's true." Fujino agreed with this.

As for the intensity of the glasses worn by this group of writers, it seems a bit extreme that none of them can come out alive. They all have to feed two purple pills and sleep sweetly for 24 hours.

Having said that...

But the murderer is now obvious, okay?

Fujian reminded: "Let's say, is it possible to know who the murderer is by reading the novel?"

"Novel?" Conan was stunned when he heard it.

Ai Huihara then reminded: "Have you forgotten that Fujino has found the original manuscript of that guy?"

Conan: "......?"

Fujian looked at the confused Conan, took over Xiaoai's words, and explained: "Kikukawa Kyu has said before that he wrote someone's crime in the original manuscript, and didn't even change the name... Since the other party came for the floppy disk, it must be the person Kikukawa said, so we only need to look at the name, and we will know who the murderer is."

"Ah this..."

Conan was stunned for a while, "Then why are you asking me if I have found any clues?"

"Of course I have to ask." Fujino's face showed a matter-of-fact expression: "Even if you know who the murderer is, you have to know how the other party committed the crime... and we don't have any evidence now."

As he said, he looked at Conan and sighed with regret and a hint of disappointment: "I was wondering what evidence you could find, but you only found the lens, not the evidence."

"..."

Conan was stunned, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have failed to live up to expectations?

No, what expectations!

Fujino, this old man, obviously used me as a free worker!

After finding the murderer, he didn't even have to reason by himself, he just pulled me out and used me as a reasoning machine!

He was even a little disappointed that I didn't find any evidence?

What a black-hearted capitalist!

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Now that there is a server, Fujino naturally emptied the computer and took it with him.

But the old floppy disk of Neon is really a bit difficult to deal with...

I don't know what they think. What era is it? They still use such ancient things, solid-state hard drives, mechanical hard drives, and at worst, the whole USB flash drive is not good?

No, it seems that the USB flash drive has not been invented yet?

What a weird world of science.

Fujino got a disk to USB plug, plugged it into the computer, and read the contents of the floppy disk.

Soon, a large novel of about 200,000 to 300,000 words appeared in front of him.

Fujino read it quickly and soon understood what kind of story it was.

In general, it was about exposing the illegal activities of private hospitals in Japan such as smuggling human organs abroad, and the story of a TV director who brought people from poor countries back to Japan in the name of filming, and then performed organ transplantation operations. The name of the director was Kurokawa Yuji.

Fujino thought about it carefully, and recalled the owner of this name in his mind. It should be the guy who was kicked out of the room by Kikukawa before...

Fujino thought about it and called up the video in his vision-enhancing glasses.

It went back to the scene where they only met once.

After thinking carefully, he touched his chin and whispered: "It seems that this guy is indeed here to compete, but the competition is not for copyright, but for the original manuscript?"

…………

Until the next morning, the people who were supposed to disperse to attend the party still did not disperse.

After all, the host of the party died, and before the murderer was found, everyone had a certain suspicion.

Of course, Kurokawa Yuji was no exception.

Fujino would naturally not have any mercy on the birth of such human organ trafficking.

Logically, he should have arrested the man directly.

But for now, there is really no evidence, so it seems that the only way is to do a classic and extremely effective fishing.

Fujino found Kurokawa and asked him out.

In a forest near the villa.

Kurokawa Yuji walked on the grass, looking around the scenery, but his expression seemed a little nervous.

"You are here?"

A plain, slightly stressful voice came from under a big tree nearby.

Fujino turned around wearing a fishing hat, looked at him, and said, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, Director Kurokawa."

"Detective Fujino?"

Kurokawa Yuji was stunned for a moment, but soon recovered and smiled, "Why did you write a letter at the door of my room and invite me here?"

Fujino stared at him without saying a word.

And before he got a reply from the other party, he naturally had nothing to say.

Just like that, the two stood quietly in the shallow forest.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by.

Fujino said lightly, "You killed Kikukawa, right?"

He was stunned for a while and didn't recover for a long time, as if he was organizing his words.

However, Fujino did not give him a chance. He took out a floppy disk from his pocket and showed it to him, saying, "I have found Kikukawa's floppy disk, and I already know about your affairs, but I am very curious about why you would do such a thing."

"Evidence..."

Before he finished speaking, Fujino spoke first: "If what this manuscript says is true, we can find out if we investigate, and if I remember correctly, the glasses you wore yesterday should not be these. Is the other pair of glasses broken, or was it accidentally broken at the crime scene, leaving behind some fragments or something like that?"

Fujino glanced at his glasses: "Even if there is no evidence to prove that you killed someone, you can still put you in jail. As for what happens next, we will slowly investigate it. Anyway, we will find out one day..."

As he said, Fujino shook the floppy disk in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed: "Of course, you also have the option of killing me and taking the floppy disk away, and then running away."

"Now, what should you do?"