Kudo Shinichi was instantly dumbfounded.
No, detective work was a profession that put solving cases above all else...
How could seniority possibly matter?!
If you were going to pull rank, were you even a detective anymore?
No, when I became a detective, you were still some rich young master!
How could you even say something like that?
Kudo Shinichi silently ranted in frustration.
But considering the way that old bastard Fujino's mind worked...
If he said that, the old bastard would probably just reply: "High school, middle school, and elementary school detectives don't count as real detectives. If you don't make money or accept commissions, what kind of detective are you?" Something like that.
In the end, he could not think of a good way to refute him.
All he could say was that, when it came to verbal sparring, he knew perfectly well—
He absolutely could not beat that old bastard Fujino and that little loli Ai Haibara.
Hattori Heiji crouched down and examined Okuda Makoto, whom Fujino had knocked out with a single chop. Curious, he asked, "So how is he now? Why did he suddenly become like that?"
"Probably acute psychosis caused by excessive stress triggering an imbalance in brain hormone secretion."
Ai Haibara, the science popularizer standing beside them with her little hands tucked away, explained evenly, "Stress reactions and mental disorders occur when severe stress excessively activates the brain's emotional center, disrupting prefrontal cortex function."
"Judging by his behavior, that was why he went mad just now."
Hattori Heiji let out an "Oh," looking as though he understood, though perhaps he did not.
For someone whose academic knowledge did not compare to Kudo Shinichi's cheat-like level, it was simply too difficult to understand.
What was this little madam babbling about? Why had he not understood