The Unscientific Detective in Conan

Chapter 589 It Hurts, It Really Hurts!

Megure Jusan followed Fujino's gaze, and then saw several forensic police officers investigating and collecting evidence near the body not far away.

He looked carefully and rubbed his eyes, but did not find anything unusual.

Then he asked with some doubt: "Brother Fujino, have you found any new clues?"

"Well, not just clues, it seems that guy is going to attack us before us... If so, then the patrolman should be Ichiro Yamagami."

Fujino narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strange brilliance bloomed in his dark eyes.

Just when Chiba came over, Fujino looked in the direction of the body.

Then, he saw a police officer wearing a patrol uniform and a hat walking over with a forensic tool box.

After placing the tool box next to the body, he walked away leisurely.

Normally, such behavior should not be a big problem.

But just in case, Fujino turned on Hawkeye after entering the crime scene...

In the gray-black world of Hawkeye, the toolbox placed next to the body was flashing a strange light.

Fujino had seen that light before, and the shape was very similar to the bombs in the previous cases, but the number was more than a little more.

"Yaki Ichiro?"

Megure Jusan was startled when he heard it, and then took a look.

But when he recovered, Fujino had already dodged, and in the eyes of the people around him, he turned into a phantom and rushed out in a trance.

…………

"Huh?"

At this time, Yaki Ichiro, who was strolling leisurely not far away, also noticed Fujino rushing towards this side.

But as a qualified rice flower man, confidence is his top synonym.

He didn't think of his identity being exposed at the first time, but instead thought about the purpose of the other party coming here.

For example: Is he running so fast because he is in a hurry to go to the toilet, or is he thinking about some evidence; and so on.

He didn't expect that he had been exposed.

While he was thinking, Fujino had already leaped up and kicked him hard in the chest.

With a loud "bang", Ichiro Yamagami felt his body hanging in the air.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had flown two or three meters away.

The grass in front of him was also plowed into a furrow.

"Cough... cough!"

After recovering, Ichiro Yamagami struggled to get up from the grass and couldn't help coughing up blood.

At this time, he was confused.

Aren't all detectives so fierce now?

Beat my teammates? !

At this time, Ichiro Yamagami dared to believe that his identity had been exposed.

He covered his painful chest with one hand and reached for the remote control mobile phone in his trouser pocket with the other hand, intending to detonate the bomb and take away all the people near the body.

But before he could press it, a white hand took the lead and held his hand holding the mobile phone.

"......?"

But before Ichiro Yamagami could react, Fujino's fingers were like iron pliers, tightly grasping his five fingers and the phone.

"Kacha!"

"Ah——!"

With a crisp sound and a piercing wail, under the blessing of the strengthening force, Ichiro Yamagami's phone and five fingers were all shattered.

The blood also flowed along the skin pierced by the bone fragments, staining the white gloves red.

Immediately afterwards, Fujino grabbed the hand that had been crushed and fractured, and threw it over his shoulder, pressing the other party to the ground.

"Ichiro Yamagami, right?"

Fujino grabbed his arm with one hand and pressed his knee on his lower back, and asked in a deep voice.

"Let go!"

"There's a bomb!"

Before Ichiro Yamagami could respond, there was a commotion behind him.

"It looks like you didn't install the trigger device... It's true."

Fujino looked back and saw that the forensic police who were surrounding the body had found the bomb.

When he found the bomb, he had already confirmed that it was a remote-controlled bomb, not a fuze bomb.

Otherwise, he would have dealt with the bomb first, not Yasumaki Ichiro...

Taking back his thoughts, Fujino looked at Yasumaki Ichiro and smiled: "How is it, are you happy that the plan failed?"

"How can I give up!"

Yamaki Ichiro cursed inwardly and struggled: "Let me go quickly!"

"You really don't recognize the current situation..."

Fujino's face sank, and the foot on the back of his waist exerted a little force, and the hand holding the other arm exerted force, and the arm was directly removed with a "click!", and whispered: "First remove one of your arms, so that you don't play any tricks again."

"Ah——!"

Feeling the severe pain from his shoulder, Yasumaki Ichiro couldn't help but scream.

"It seems that you are very happy... You even shouted out loud."

Fujino squatted down, smiled and looked at Ichiro Yamagami's face, stretched out his hand to grab his other hand, and pinched his little finger with the index and middle fingers of his other hand: "Are there any more bombs around here?"

"Pah!"

Ichiro Yamagami spat: "Baga Yalu!"

"It seems that you don't want to cooperate."

Fujino sighed and applied a little force with his two fingers: "Little Baka, right?"

"Ah——!"

This time the cry was particularly harsh, with a hint of hoarseness.

"Well, look at it, you're laughing again."

Fujino felt helpless and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth. He made a hesitant choice, then clamped his ring finger on his finger and said, "Let me see, there are four more... It looks like you can smile a little longer."

Yajuan Ichiro: "...?!"

Are you sure you are a criminal consultant? !

Not the one in charge of interrogation? !

It hurts, it really hurts!

At this time, Hachiman Ichiro's face was pale, and he was complaining secretly in his heart, but before he could think about it, a pain and crisp sound came from his hand.

"Crack!"

"ah--!!!"

…………

At this time, Megure Thirteen and Sato Takagi reacted and quickly followed Fujino, who had been subduing the gangster for some time.

"Well, wouldn't it be nice to just say it honestly..."

"Brother Fujino, you..."

"Crack!"

Megure Thirteen was about to ask something, but then he saw Fujino taking off Ichiro Yachiro's other arm and did not dare to continue.

"Megure Police Department!"

Fujino turned around and patted the blood stains on his hands: "This guy has already confessed that there are no bombs nearby, and the only remote control device is his mobile phone."

"..."

Mumu Shisan couldn't help but swallowed: "Brother, you..."

"oh."

Fujino looked at the blood on his hands: "His."

"Well...it doesn't matter if it's his."

The corners of Megure Thirteen's eyes twitched, and he glanced at Ichiro Yamaki, who was lying on the grass like a dead dog: "The main thing is whether he is alive or not!"

"Don't worry, he's still alive. I just took off his arms."

Fujino chuckled softly: "After all, he had an explosive device in his hand at the time. If he hadn't been more ruthless, I'm afraid all the police officers from the forensics department nearby would have suffered."

Mu Mu Thirteen: "..."

He hesitated and glanced at Hachiman Ichiro's bloody hand.

Under this "honest and friendly" appearance of my little brother, why do I always feel...

What terrible things are hidden?

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