Fujino cast a gloomy sidelong glance at Hattori Heiji, looking somewhat dejected.
I was clearly the one who deduced that...
How did these two brats just jump in and steal the spotlight without a word?
Damn, this feels awful, okay?
It's like being stopped right at the edge!
"If that's the case, then those things should be hidden somewhere nearby!"
Seeing that he had reclaimed the right to speak, Conan immediately raised his hand and picked up the thread, intending to work with Hattori Heiji to secure this victory.
Are these two punks trying to Reverse the Heavenly Dipper?
Fujino watched the old monk's drastically changed expression, then Conan and Hattori's smug looks. He narrowed his eyes, deciding that he could not let this slide.
Everyone knew that once was one thing, but twice and three times was another.
Today, these two dared to steal his deduction.
Who knew what they would dare do tomorrow?
He did not even dare think about it!
After giving it some thought, Fujino rummaged through his hacks and found one of his professional skills:
Detective's Pressure
He activated the hack directly, and his mind instantly became clear.
When it came to inspiration, sometimes all that separated someone from the answer was the tiniest little gap.
Yet that tiny gap was enough to ensure failure.
For someone with hacks, however, that was not much of a problem.
The instant it activated, the clues Fujino had already grasped and the crime scene recorded in his memory began connecting together.
A wave of dizziness rose from within his mind, and one piece of evidence after another was analyzed.
"...?"
Conan and Hattori Heiji suddenly felt a chill run down their backs.
When they turned around, they saw Fujino standing behind them. His expression was unusually oppressive, and