Kudo Shinichi: "..."
So you two really were on the same wavelength, huh?
Hattori Heiji had clearly never studied any rites of Zhou.
He asked with a puzzled look, "What does that have to do with the case?"
"I'm talking about the way you two act, and the angle from which you think."
Fujino explained calmly, "When you two looked at his corpse, all you saw were the wounds. You didn't think about the reasons behind them, nor did you analyze them."
"You two only saw the wounds, but I saw what caused them—the depth and shape of the injuries, the possible mechanisms or machinery that could have made them, and this car."
"It takes a comprehensive assessment. You didn't see it, and it can't be explained in just a sentence or two."
"All I can say is, if you're bad at it, practice more."
"..."
This guy was humblebragging, wasn't he?!
Kudo Shinichi and Hattori Heiji both narrowed their eyes. They felt that Fujino really deserved a beating.
Fujino was helpless: Everything I said is true. You don't have a system or cheats, so what else can you do besides practice more?
"Ring-ring!"
Just then, a phone suddenly began to ring.
Seeing that Fujino was driving, Ai Haibara leaned over and slipped her small hand into his pocket, taking out his phone for him.
But after taking just one look, her little face fell slightly.
Because the caller ID read: Ooka Momiji.
That woman was bothering Fujino again...
Ai Haibara narrowed her eyes, and countless thoughts immediately flashed through her mind about why this rich woman from Kyoto was calling.
After all sorts of thoughts ran through her head, she finally handed the phone to Fujino.
Fujino took the phone and unlocked the screen.
Then Momiji's voice came from