Chapter 358: It Doesn’t Seem Like He’s Pretending

"No, what should I do?"

Hattori Heiji was obviously a little confused about Fujino's request to go in with him.

After all, if Conan was given medicine on his butt, what would he do in there?

He didn't want to visit Conan's ass.

"Help me."

Fujino looked at Hattori Heiji: "Didn't I just say that?"

"Are you really just helping me?"

Hattori Heiji expressed doubts about Fujino's words.

Let’s not say that Fujino doesn’t do anything with people. It can only be said that in his memory, he doesn’t seem to have done anything with people.

…………

In the ward, Conan was lying on the bed helplessly, with a hint of shyness on his face. He took off his pants again, revealing his vagina.

It's just that the promise at this time has turned red, and even has a little purple.

It seemed like the next moment, blood would overflow.

"That guy hit him really hard..."

Hattori Heiji looked at Conan's butt and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After being beaten like this, even he felt a slight pain in his butt.

"The next step is to apply medicine..."

Fujino unscrewed the jar of Vaseline.

Generally speaking, skin wound medicine is needed for serious injuries like this.

But there seems to be no medicine for internal injuries on this small island.

So I had to make do with Vaseline first.

That is to say, there is something wrong with the look and feel of Vaseline.

There is always a sense of déjà vu with a little butter.

Shaking his head, Fujino didn't think too much, turned around and handed the jar to Hattori Heiji and said, "Black Chicken, I'll ask you to help me next!"

"Hey, didn't you just say you would help me?"

Hattori Heiji was stunned for a moment when he heard this. After a while of silence, he quickly retorted: "Why do you need me to apply medicine now... Wouldn't it be more appropriate for you to be more professional?"

"I won't do it lightly or harshly, so it would be more appropriate for you to do it."

Fujino showed a serious expression, as if this kid's wealth and life were in your hands.

He did not ask Hattori Heiji to apply the medicine, he just said to help.

But there is no conflict between helping hands and keeping up with medicine?

Just ask for help and that's it.

Naturally, Fujino would not apply medicine to Conan. After all, he was the one who gave Conan the injection. How could there be any reason to apply medicine after the injection?

And from a psychological perspective, he couldn't do this kind of thing.

…………

About a few minutes later, Conan walked out of the ward with a look of despair.

Hattori Heiji who was following behind also had a look of despair, as if he had just experienced the most terrifying thing in his life.

Fujino's expression was as usual, which was in sharp contrast to the two of them.

As soon as they walked out of the ward, Shimura Yuichi came over, followed by two police officers. It seemed that he was calling for support.

The purpose of their coming was not for anything else, but to bring back the two suspects who had been identified.

There is no patrol station or police station on the island.

The identified suspects need to be brought back directly for interrogation to comply with the procedure.

Of course, as a witness, Shimabukuro Kimie also needs to go back and take notes.

As for the group of witnesses who were witnesses, they naturally had to follow suit.

The group's actions did not spread. They came quietly and left quietly.

Shimabukuro Kimie went back home before leaving, dragged out a suitcase, and followed everyone on the police boat.

The sea surface on the outlying island is gentle, and the sea breeze blows occasionally, and the air is mixed with some salty smell.

On the deck of the patrol boat, Shimabukuro Kimie looked at the island that was gradually getting away, holding on to the suitcase in his hand, with a trace of thought flashing in his eyes.

Xiaolan asked curiously: "Miss Junhui, are you... leaving here?"

"I plan to travel for a while..."

Shimabukuro Kimie came to his senses and said, "Maybe I brought too much luggage, but I will still come back."

Fujino took a look at the suitcase and saw that she was about to move. He could tell at a glance that she wanted to leave the island.

"But it's not strange."

Toyama Kazuha could understand Shimabukuro Kimie: "After all, I have been pretending to be dead on the island for such a long time, so it is normal to bring more things with me when traveling."

Shimabukuro Kimie really wanted to leave the island.

Since three years ago, she has spent all her time pretending to be her fate.

When she returned to the island occasionally a few days ago, she also vaguely felt that she was somewhat out of touch with society.

Now that her identity has been exposed, there is no need for her to continue to protect the well-known inheritance on the island.

In the past few years, she had seen a lot of interesting things on TV and in newspapers.

Fortunately, taking this opportunity, she planned to go out and take a look.

Without the constraints of the island, she felt relaxed and free of worries.

"But I really didn't expect that those two girls were actually murderers."

Mouri Kogoro held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the two women lying on the stretcher on the deck behind him: "It's really too much to set fire to kill people after drinking in order to test whether the fate is immortal."

"That's right."

Xiaolan on the side was indignant. As a half-single girl, she could understand how uncomfortable Shimabukuro Kimie was.

But turning around, she pointed the finger at Moori Kogoro: "Dad, you too, you must drink less in the future. If you do something stupid, you will be in trouble!"

"I'm not going to be drunk, okay?"

Mouri Kogoro was a little unhappy and curled his lips.

"When was the time after drinking in an izakaya that Xiaolan wasn't responsible for the aftermath..."

Conan followed, complaining silently.

"Smelly brat!"

When Mouri Kogoro heard Conan's whisper, he was a little unhappy. Thinking that the other party was already injured, he didn't give a blow, and instead said to each other: "It's not honest to be spanked so many times."

"Well……"

Conan's face suddenly stiffened.

When he thinks about it now, the scene of being dragged up and spanked still lingers in his mind.

"The beating was a little harsh?"

Fujino glanced at Conan, whose body was tense and there were faint beads of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "Have you been psychologically affected?"

However, compared to the psychological shadow, Conan is more concerned about Xiao Hei's identity and when he can catch it.

There are three criminals this time, two of them have been caught, but the remaining one has not.

Based on what I thought, Kadokyo Saori, who was the first to entrust Fujino and Hattori Heiji, must still be in Xiaoguo's hands.

As for whether he is still alive or not, that is not certain.

But there is no use worrying. Now he should think about what to do when sleeping in the next few days...

…………

After finishing the notes and leaving the police station, the sky was already hazy and dark. Shimabukuro Kimie was the first to separate from everyone, while everyone planned to go home the next day. It was a day off anyway, so they would not delay their normal school work. .

That's right, Ke Xue's world is on the verge of a break.

By the time Fujino, Mouri Kogoro and Conan Ran returned to Tokyo, it was already the next day.

After returning to Tokyo, Fujino returned home, put down the specialties he bought in Fukui, and hurried back to the unfinished building.

Arrive at the roof of the unfinished building.

When he saw it, Men Xie Shaori was still lying in the corner on the roof of the unfinished building. His whole body was tied tightly with red ropes, unable to break free, and his mouth was also sealed.

At this time, her face was pale and her mental state was very poor, as if she was a fire in the wind.

But fortunately, he didn't die.

Fujino glanced briefly, and after seeing that the other party's life was not in danger, he took out the elf ball from his pocket and threw it forward.

"biu"

"boom!"

With a sound effect, Monkyo Saori was put into the elf ball.

"Why do you always feel a little weird?"

Fujino stepped forward and picked up the Poké Ball on the ground, his expression a little strange.

Although this doesn't mean anything, it's just a simple matter of putting people into the Poké Ball.

But why does he always have the illusion that he has conquered human pets?

It even always feels like it will come out in the next second: [Successful subjugation, Monkyo Saori has become Fujino’s new pet (fake)]

Then that night, Fujino put on Xiao Hei's limited skin, brought the Poké Ball to the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department, and used the Poké Ball to release Monkyo Saori to the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The bag on his body also contained criminal evidence.

After doing this, Fujino turned around and left, not afraid that Menxie Saori's body would be picked up because she was not found.

After all, this is the entrance to the Metropolitan Police Department.

If it can still be picked up by others while it is still here, then the neon police will no longer have to live at all.

…………

The weekend is two days away.

Time has finally come to the day of school, and I have finally returned to my daily routine.

Time is gradually coming to winter, and the cold wind blows on the streets, making it look particularly cold.

Fujino parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car, and bought a newspaper.

The contents of the newspapers were quite satisfactory, with half of them being homicides and assaults, and the rest being all kinds of gossip.

However, what attracted Fujino's attention was a piece of news that was not very obvious: [Same calculation, common transcendence, Joban Company will hold an opening ceremony at the upcoming skyscraper in Nishitama City... At that time, the young and beautiful boss of Joban Club, Joban Mio will attend the event...]

"Skyscrapers in Nishitama City..."

Fujino looked at the news reports and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He remembered that this was the plot of the theater version of the countdown to heaven.

Does it seem like the current timeline has reached this point?

If this is the case, I will soon meet the distillery model worker Gin again.

"Ah~ Gin."

Fujino smiled slightly and kicked the newspaper into his pocket.

I am already looking forward to meeting the model workers again.

Turning around and raising his head, he saw an old acquaintance at a glance.

It was a young woman with a hot figure and long blond hair who was wearing a super short red dress in winter, sunglasses, red fur-edge boots, and a brown fur-edge coat.

At first glance, they are indeed strangers.

But Fujino relied on his keen observation to see through the true identity of the woman in front of him at a glance.

It’s Miwako Sato!

"I'm afraid you're fishing for law enforcement again, right?"

Fujino looked at Sato who was walking not far away with a speechless expression, his eyes narrowed slightly and he was speechless.

The people in the Metropolitan Police Department have gone too far. Why do they engage in fishing and law enforcement every day?

Sato Miwako is about to become a model fisherman...

"Forehead?"

Miwako Sato also noticed Fujino.

She looked slightly stunned, but her expression remained unchanged.

Don't recognize it!

Although she is pretending to fish now, strictly speaking she is performing official duties.

But it would indeed be a bit embarrassing if a young junior found me wandering the streets dressed like a hot girl on weekends.

At least she felt quite embarrassed.

She took a deep breath and planned to walk over quietly.

Waiting for it, Fujino greeted him: "Sato?"

Sato Miwako: "..."

Was he still recognized?

"Ah, Fujino."

Miwako Sato stiffened and turned her head, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to buy a newspaper... But Sato, I should be the one to ask this question."

Fujino patted the newspaper in his pocket, and then looked at Sato Miwako suspiciously: "Are you... could it be..."

"Ahem, don't get me wrong!"

Sato Miwako was a little panicked by Fujino's suspicious eyes, and she quickly whispered: "I am attracting criminals... In the past two days, there has been a serial attacker here who attacks fashionable girls, but there is no pattern, so I just dressed up like this and planned to go out and stay for a while..."

"So that's it."

Fujino entered the scene in a second: "Your dress today is really nice, Miwako."

"Forehead……"

Sato Miwako was stunned for a moment, obviously not reacting.

But immediately, she reacted like a hot girl and replied with a smile: "Yeah, it's so fashionable, isn't it?"

It doesn't feel like it's fake.

Give her a chance, maybe she will become a hottie.

Fujino's face remained expressionless and he whispered in his heart.

"In that case, let's go sit in the cafe over there."

At this time, Sato Miwako suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed Fujino's arm, dragging him to the coffee shop not far away in a not-too-obtrusive hug.

…………

A few minutes later, in a coffee shop on the corner of the street.

Fujino was dragged by Sato Miwako to a window seat at the corner of the street and sat down.

"Sato, why did you meet Brother Fujino?"

Megure Thirteen sat opposite, looking at Sato Miwako, looking a little helpless: "And the disguise was actually seen through."

"There's nothing we can do about this."

Miwako Sato was also a little helpless: "I was spotted after just one glance. Is my disguise really bad?"

"No, no, Officer Sato's disguise is indeed very good."

Takagi sat next to Megure Thirteen and glanced at Fujino unexpectedly. On the contrary, he felt a little normal: "But no matter what, it seems that consultant Fujino's observation is too keen."

"Speaking of which, Brother Fujino, how did you see through her disguise?"

Megure Thirteen asked Fujino curiously.

In his opinion, Sato Miwako's disguise cannot be said to be perfect, but it can also be said to be 90% to 90% perfect.

Of course, he also knew that Fujino's perception was too sharp.

But always ask what the problem is.

After all, if there is really something wrong with the disguise, it is better to correct it now than to act as an afterthought if it is discovered later.