Chapter 236 Yuanzi Was Kidnapped

Tokyo at night is not Tokyo. The sky above is full of stars.

Fujino drove back to Go-chome. After sending Xiaolan and the others home, he drove into the underground garage, went upstairs, and returned to his room.

"A hundred pounds of weight is still a little light."

Fujino took off the weight suit and sighed.

Although a hundred pounds is close to the weight of an adult, it is the training level of the top team of the Navy SEALs.

But for Fujino, it is still a little short of the fire.

If it can reach two hundred pounds, it will be almost there.

Just as Fujino was thinking, a series of system prompts suddenly sounded from his ears:

[Detection that the host has completed the detective professional task: (Car explosion case) Target 1]

[System task reward: 500,000 yen, 50 points of detective reputation, and one point of all professional points have been issued! 】

[Current balance: 8.36 million yen]

[Current detective reputation: 600|1500]

"It's still a little short of ten consecutive draws..."

Fujino glanced at the system balance, stood up, moved his shoulders, stretched his waist, and lay down on the sofa like Ge You.

After a short rest, he stood up, took out a bottle of green tea from the refrigerator, walked to the window leisurely, and cast his eyes out of the window, "If I'm not mistaken, that Sakihara Hui should be the second target..."

In fact, he had already suspected this when the system task was released.

It's just...

Without evidence, he just turned a blind eye.

There's no point in talking too much.

This case should be regarded as a coincidence.

"Some truths, rather than being exposed to the world, are better hidden in the dark..."

After breathing in the fresh air for a while, Fujino closed the curtains.

After thinking for a while, he locked the door again and sat down on the sofa again.

Opening the portable space, Fujino fixed his eyes on the six pistols he currently possessed.

With a thought, the pistols were taken out and placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Fujino currently owns six pistols, namely M37, Beretta 1911A1, Glock G17, and a Type 54.

Four of the six pistols have one common feature.

That is, they have served in the mold.

Moreover, there are traces of combat on the surface of the guns.

Pisk's words are easy to understand.

After all, the winery can even get a Black Hawk helicopter.

But the words of the underworld...

It's a bit outrageous.

But it's not incomprehensible.

The mold has many military bases here, and it's reasonable for the underworld to have some American weapons.

"Arms smuggling?"

Fujino looked at the six pistols and murmured, shook his head slightly, and reached out to the Type 54 pistol and started playing with it.

Arms smuggling, if you want to smuggle, just smuggle, it has nothing to do with him.

Anyway, this is not his real homeland...

Looking at the Type 54 pistol in his hand, Fujino couldn't help but chuckle.

The Type 54 pistol is one of his favorite pistols.

Cheap, tough, low failure rate, in his previous life, he had the honor to touch it...it is a good gun.

The most eye-catching thing is the five-pointed star on the black bakelite, and therefore, the Type 54 is also called the Big Black Star.

The five-pointed star is hard to see in this place.

A familiar feeling.

Pull the slide.

Accompanied by a crisp "kata" sound.

Fujino felt that his boyish heart was about to melt.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

At this time, the bedroom door was knocked.

"I'm coming."

Fujino hurriedly put away the pistol and responded.

Pushing open the door, he saw a big loli in a gray dress and a white apron standing in front of the door.

"Fujino, dinner is ready."

Gray Hara Ai looked up at Fujino, with a hint of softness in her calm tone.

…………

“It’s too much… He actually wanted to kill his wife to defraud insurance money or something.”

At the dining table, Miyano Akemi said indignantly after listening to Fujino’s explanation of the case.

“But all this is thanks to our great detective, isn’t it?”

Habara Ai said, turning to look at Fujino: “Otherwise, she would probably be kept in the dark for the rest of her life.”

“Yeah.”

Miyano Akemi nodded in agreement, and also cast her eyes on Fujino: “Thanks to Fujino-kun.”

“Ahem, great detective or something… Let’s eat first.”

Fujino felt a little embarrassed for a moment, silently picked up a piece of Kung Pao Chicken and put it in his mouth, changing the subject: “By the way, Ai, when did you learn Chinese food?”

“Just recently, I noticed that you prefer Chinese food, so I took some time to learn it. "

As she spoke, there was a hint of expectation in Haibara Ai's eyes: "So, what do you think... how does it taste?"

"The taste?"

Fujino thought for a moment and unconsciously entered the comment mode: "It might be better if the taste was stronger. In fact, it's not just the taste. I feel that the cooking method still has some problems."

Haibara Ai lowered her head: "Is that so..."

Fujino was dazed and vaguely felt a little lost.

After a pause, he continued: "Actually, there's nothing wrong with Xiao Ai'an's craftsmanship. It's just that the recipe is not authentic. I'll make dinner tomorrow, so you can learn from me."

"Yes, Xiao Ai is very talented in cooking."

Miyano Akemi scratched her head and echoed: "Anywhere like me, I can cook and make the kitchen look like a fire scene."

"Um."

Hui Yuan Ai nodded slightly, with a slight smile on his lips.

…………

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed.

These days, his life is quite fulfilling.

Get up in the morning and put on a hundred pounds of weights for morning exercises, then send Haibara Ai to school. After school, he goes to the Konoha Kendo Hall to train. In the evening, Haibara Ai teaches Haibara how to cook. After that, he goes out to rob evil people to help the poor, and earn some experience by racing.

It's a pity that there were no murder cases.

The commission actually took over a commission to find a mistress.

Earned 600,000 yen and 60 detective reputation points.

The balance came to 8.96 million yen, and the reputation was 660 points.

Evening, Fujino's kitchen.

"When choosing meat for the pork belly, you should mainly choose the front and rear leg meat, add an appropriate amount of salt, pepper, cooking wine, and a drop of sesame oil...and then wrap it with potato flour..."

Fujino was wrapped in a white apron, and while busy with the work in hand, he explained every step to Haibara Ai.

Thanks to the knowledge of home-cooked food in his mind, his speech was quite smooth.

"Why add a drop of sesame oil?"

Hui Yuan Ai stood aside and asked softly.

She held a small notebook in her hand and looked at it intently. She would jot down every step Fujino took.

"This drop of sesame oil seems insignificant, but this step is very important."

Fujino explained patiently: "The main function of sesame oil is to enhance the fragrance and remove the fishy smell. If you don't add it, there won't be much problem, but the taste will be much worse."

"Um."

Hui Yuan Ai nodded and filled in a few strokes in the notebook.

"Beep bell bell!"

At this moment, a phone ring suddenly rang in his pocket.

Fujino lowered his head and glanced at his hands.

It’s all potato starch.

Helpless, he could only order to Hui Yuan Ai on the side: "Xiao Ai, can you help me see who is calling? The phone is in your left pocket."

"In the left pocket?"

Haibara Ai walked forward, stood on tiptoes and took out the mobile phone from the trouser pocket under Fujino's apron. He took a look and said, "It's an unknown number."

Then he pressed the answer button, stood on tiptoes, and handed the phone to Fujino's ear.

Fujino knelt down to cooperate, and Xiaolan's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone: "Fujino-senpai! Sonoko has been kidnapped by a stranger!"

"Sonoko was kidnapped?"

Fujino frowned when he heard the sound and said comfortingly: "Xiaolan, don't panic yet, explain clearly what is going on."

"Is such that."

Xiaolan on the other end of the phone took a deep breath, calmed down, and elaborated: "Today during the day, Yuanzi and I went shopping and met an old man on the bus, but in the blink of an eye, the old man disappeared... My bag A floppy disk came out... Later, in order to investigate the old man, Yuanzi and I came to the bus station just now and learned that the old man was kidnapped by a man wearing sunglasses... and then Yuanzi was kidnapped by the man wearing sunglasses. The man was captured."

"I originally wanted to contact my dad, but he was already drunk and couldn't hear clearly at all."

"So that's it."

Fujino thought for a second after hearing this, and then said, "Where are you now?"

"The business headquarters of Ping An Bus Station."

"I'll be there right away."

Fujino hung up the phone and immediately went to the sink nearby, rinsed the potato flour off his hands, and said to Haibara Ai: "Xiao Ai, I have to go out, so I'll stay here tonight. "

"Going out so late..."

Haihara Ai looked at Fujino's hurried figure and asked curiously: "Did something happen?"

"Well, there is indeed something important."

Fujino washed his hands and said in a deep voice: "Sonoko has been kidnapped. I have to go there."

"Garden..."

Hui Yuarai thought for a while: "Is she the girl with the big forehead?"

"Forehead……"

Fujino washed his hands for a moment, thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, that's her."

…………

Fujino quickly put on a bulletproof suit, put a wooden knife on his back, and rode the motorcycle out of the underground garage.

"be safe."

Haihara Ai stood in front of the window sill and shouted to Fujino who was driving out from downstairs.

"I see."

Fujino waved, then put on his helmet and turned the accelerator.

The taillight of the motorcycle turned into a red line and disappeared on the fifth-chome road in the dark night.

"A new bodyguard job mission has been detected, please check it carefully!"

"Bodyguard professional mission?"

Fujino was riding a motorcycle, looking at the system task interface in front of him: [Bodyguard Professional Task: Rescue Suzuki Sonoko

Mission objective: Rescue Suzuki Sonoko from the kidnappers

Mission reward: one million yen, one hundred bodyguard career points

Mission limited countdown:? ? ? None]

"Isn't there a location mark?"

Fujino stared at the mission details on the system interface and narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems that we can only go to Xiaolan's place to have a look first..."

He remembered this case.

It was probably an old man who stole a company's list of fake accounts used to bribe senior Neon officials and shareholders' meetings, and planned to expose it.

In order to prevent the matter from being exposed, the company asked people in the company who specialized in handling these shady matters to kidnap the old man.

But just before the old man was kidnapped, he handed the disk containing the false accounts to Xiaolan.

Because of this, Xiaolan was also targeted by those people.

In order to find the owner of this disk, Xiaolan Yuanzi and the police dog Conan followed the clues and found the bus stop.

Then Yuanzi was kidnapped by someone.

For the time being, the garden will not be in any danger.

But if it takes a long time, it will be difficult to say.

He still doesn’t want the garden to become a rice flower souvenir.

Although he is a bit careless, he is indeed a good person and one of the few friends he has in this world.

"Does it look like it's going to be faster?"

Fujino took a deep breath, turned on Eagle Eye, and turned the accelerator to full speed.

There was a roar.

The jet black motorcycle rushed out like a sharp sword.

The red taillights drew a red neon line in the middle of the night.

…………

On the other side, on the streets of Tokyo, there is the 'Panda' patrol car of the Traffic Division of the Metropolitan Police Department.

A policewoman wearing a Traffic Division uniform sat in the passenger seat and let out a sigh of relief.

Then, she turned to the side and said to Yumi Miyamoto, who had long black hair and was quite handsome, also wearing the uniform of the Traffic Division: "Yumi, are you still going to arrest those two racing gangs tonight?"

"Of course we have to catch him."

Miyamoto Yumi's eyes were particularly determined, "Today, I must catch that guy."

"forget it."

The policewoman on the side waved her hand, "We didn't block that guy when we came here yesterday, and even if we blocked him, there is a high probability that it would be the same as before. He would be thrown away as soon as he saw the silhouette of his car..."

Miyamoto Yumi didn't reply, just turned her head and looked out the window, a trace of thought in her eyes.

As a law-abiding young man, Fujino would naturally not drive a Ford Taurus and race against the gang.

Then, a mysterious man driving an ae86 and 125 motorcycle appeared in Tokyo's drag racing party circle.

[Tokyo's fastest Fujiwara]. As for the name Fujiwara, it comes from the [Fujiwara Tofu Shop] that was accidentally glimpsed at the back of the car.

[Deadly Red Line 125] is because the motorcycle the mysterious man rides is a 125, and every time there is only a long red taillight left behind.

Because most of the motorcycle racing gangs are actually delinquents, the title of motorcycle seems to be a bit of an understatement.

In fact, Fujino never killed anyone.

The Metropolitan Police Department’s Traffic Department believes that the two men should be the same person.

Because they appeared at the same time, and both of them were driving much faster than normal, their appearance and appearance time periods were basically the same.

"Buzz——"

Just as Miyamoto Akemi was thinking, a black motorcycle shadow passed quickly in front of her eyes.

The roar of the engine echoed around, and as the distance increased, the sound gradually became smaller.

"?"

Miyamoto Yumi was stunned and looked in the direction of the motorcycle. Only a long red line was left...

"The one just now...can't be..."

The policewoman sitting in the passenger seat looked confused.

The black shadow just flashed past, leaving behind a long red line of red taillights.

"it's him!"

Miyamoto Yumi immediately regained her composure, stepped on the accelerator and turned on the floor oil, turned on the police lights, and started shouting with a loudspeaker: "Pull over, the fatal red line is 125!"