What is that wicked woman blushing for?!

Fujino looked at the diary, falling into a brief silence. It was not that he could not understand what the code meant; it was simply that the code was a bit too simple. To put it simply, the code was the names of various scenic spots encountered along the way as one explored this cave to the very end. There were a total of eight drawings in the diary, with characters written next to them, and those characters corresponded to the first letters of the scenic spots. Without even needing to think, once combined together, it was a Treasure Map. Fujino even suspected whether he had got his mojo back. Of course, he was sober and would not indulge in such pipe dreams. It was just that the code was too simple. And so, he cut out the drawings from the diary and then pieced them together. Conan was dumbfounded when he saw this. He had just wanted to react, but by the time he looked over, he saw that Fujino had already pieced together a map. Conan fell into silence. Conan felt that he had lost his mojo. Conan began to doubt life. Conan started self-brainwashing, and the effect was outstanding. It must be that the code was too simple and my deductive ability was too strong, to the point that I didn't even think of such a simple matter. What's more, this old fogey Fujino didn't show it to me either. So it was entirely this old fogey Fujino's fault! Conan went through a bout of self-hypnosis, and his mood had obviously improved quite a bit. The group gathered around after getting this news. Momiji leaned even closer against Fujino, wrapping both arms around his arm: "It seems that the place this Treasure Map ultimately points to is