"Just that simple...?"
Conan blinked, staring at the diary and map lined up together, his face full of disbelief.
Clearly, he still hadn't processed it.
How had the code been cracked just like that?
Wasn't Fujino supposed to be bad at deciphering codes and stuff like that?
Fujino glanced at Conan.
Seeing the look on Conan's face, he gave him a look as though he were staring at an idiot. "How hard could it be? Could it possibly be hinting at Roman letters or a foreign language, then combining all sorts of obscure trivia afterward?"
"If you did it that way, I'm guessing nobody but the creator would ever be able to find the place in their lifetime."
Conan: "..."
Wasn't that how it was supposed to be?
Someone like you was the truly abnormal one, okay?!
Don't make codes this absurdly simple and casual, hey!
Conan couldn't help grumbling inwardly.
After all, in his view, codes ought to be like that—using objects as metaphors, deductions that nobody else could possibly imagine, and so on.
Otherwise, how was he supposed to prove the worth of being a Great Detective?
In Conan World, codes this absurdly simple, like children's games, were the real heresy!
Conan shouted inwardly, but everyone else had already had their attention drawn to the treasure map.
"So that's how it is!"
"Amazing!"
"I've heard that people often compare the outlines of countries or places to other things. For example, Japan is a seahorse, or a dragon!"
"No wonder this cat's proportions were so strange. It turns out it corresponded to the map and was drawn according to it!"
After hearing Fujino's explanation, everyone suddenly understood and chimed in.
Fujino himself thought this method was rather interesting.
This sort of metaphor had actually existed for a long time.