Home Tutor and Female Student AVI (Two-in-One)

"So Fujino- kun was worried that I would get hurt."

Sato Miwako paused, holding Hiruta's silver bracelet, and smiled knowingly. "But no, the people I've loved have all left this world."

Fujino: "..."

He probably wouldn't believe it if someone else said it.

But if it's Sato Miwako...

In Fujino's memory, Sato Miwako's father, Sato Masayoshi, was killed by a truck many years ago while apprehending a suspect.

His former colleague Matsuda Jinpei, was also threatened with being blown up by criminals while defusing a bomb.

Most of the men this woman liked have indeed already passed away.

"Just kidding!"

Seeing Fujino's strange expression, Sato Miwako smiled.

She grabbed Hiruta's small silver bracelet and lifted him up, her tone gradually becoming serious. "Even if I get hurt, I can't let ordinary people like you get hurt. After all, as a police officer, my duty is to protect innocent ordinary people."

"To protect innocent ordinary people?"

Fujino murmured.

This is a job where you earn a fixed salary of six or seven million a year, and you have to risk your life at any time.

If it were him, he probably couldn't do it.

Being a police officer is a high-risk profession in this world...

I'd rather be a detective and live a carefree life.

The whistle blew for halftime.

Outside the stadium, Fujino took off his trench coat and watched the police car drive away.

"Brother Fujino, you've done a great job this time!"

Juzo Megure walked up from behind, smiling as he patted Fujino on the shoulder, "If you hadn't seen through that the cameraman was the thug, the consequences would have been unpredictable."

"It's nothing, I just happened to think of it."

Fujino turned around, as if remembering something. "Oh right, Inspector Megure..."

Juzo Megure quickly answered, "It's about the bonus, isn't it?"

"No."

Fujino pointed to the Bulletproof Vest he was wearing. "Actually, it's this bulletproof vest I'm wearing."

Is there a problem with the bulletproof vest?

Juzo Megure was somewhat puzzled. "I just picked up this bulletproof vest from logistics a few days ago, there shouldn't be any problems with it."

"No."

Fujino shook his head and explained, "I meant, could you give me this bulletproof vest?"

"After all, many of the criminals I encounter are armed, so having a bulletproof vest is a kind of protection for my life."

"Ah?"

Juzo Megure was taken aback by what he heard.

So he wanted a bulletproof vest. This was the first time he'd ever heard of such a request.

But thinking about it carefully, it really suits Fujino- kun... except he just exchanged the prize money for a bulletproof vest.

"But Fujino- kun..."

Juzo Megure hesitated, "I can't make decisions about bulletproof vests; I need to consult my superiors first."

Fujino nodded, indicating that he could understand.

He could also tell that Juzo Megure actually wanted to take the initiative to give the bulletproof vest to this resourceful, brave, and often criminal gang member.

Unfortunately, it can't be done.

Even something as simple as a bulletproof vest requires approval from above.

The game ended quickly.

Fujino took the children to the hospital to see Professor Agasa. After confirming that everything was alright, he sent all the children home.

It's the New Year, schools are closed, kendo dojos are shut down, and there won't be any requests coming your way.

So Fujino strolled around Beika and rested for the afternoon.

As night fell, just after returning home, Fujino heard a system notification:

[Detective Profession Mission detected: (56,000 people) has been completed]

[System Task reward: One million yen and one hundred detective reputation points have been issued]

Current balance: 7.86 million yen

[Current Detective Reputation: 550 | 1500]

"Seven million eight hundred and sixty thousand yen? If I do one or two more orders, I should be able to continue participating in the lottery."

Fujino casually closed the system interface.

There was no intention to spend the remaining balance of nearly eight million yen.

His current strength is still acceptable.

Upgrading a Fighter or Swordsman Profession now costs three million yen.

Even with Student Discount, it would still cost over five million yen after the discounts.

Some things are no longer appropriate.

He plans to save up some more money and then participate in a lottery.

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

January 1st of the year jumped swiftly to a Saturday in June.

Early in the morning, Fujino had just returned home from his morning exercise and was about to have breakfast when he received a call from Muku Juzo.

"Inspector Megure, calling me so early, has some kind of murder case occurred?"

Fujino had just returned home from exercising, answered the phone and asked the question on the other end.

Fujino took aback by Inspector Megure's sudden Juzo Megure.

After a moment, he slowly said, "There was no murder case. Actually, it was your bulletproof vest that got approved, Fujino."

"What was the result?"

Fujino picked up a towel and wiped away non-existent beads of sweat from his forehead.

"The review from above has been approved..."

As soon as Juzo Megure finished speaking, a commotion arose around them.

The call was not disconnected.

After a moment, he continued to Fujino, "I'll talk to you later, Fujino. I'm busy dealing with a bank robbery. As for the bulletproof vest, you can pick it up at the Metropolitan Police Department yourself. I'll hang up now."

"Bank robbery..."

Fujino put away the phone, speechless for a moment.

Just two days ago, there was a random shooting at a stadium, and then, not two days later, there was a bank robbery.

As expected of Beika City, famous for its local specialties.

After having breakfast, Fujino drove to the Metropolitan Police Department and picked up the bulletproof vest.

It was the same style he used that day.

Judging from the label on the bulletproof vest, it should be very new.

I guess it was a shipment that just came in from the police logistics department, and then they gave it to him.

Fujino changed into a bulletproof vest and drove home.

On his way home, his gaze was suddenly drawn to the weight blocks displayed in the window of a sports equipment store on the street.

Inside a sports equipment store.

A burly man, unusually tall at 1.75 meters, took out a complete Weight Suit and handed it to Fujino: "This is the best Weight Suit we have in our store, sir."

Is this it?

Fujino took the Weight Suit and glanced at it.

The entire Weight Suit consists of five pieces: two leg suits, two arm suits, and a vest suit.

Fujino easily weighed it in his hand for a few moments, then pouted, "It feels a bit underweight."

"Isn't that enough?"

The shopkeeper exclaimed in surprise, glanced at Fujino, and continued, "The set you have is an expandable set. It currently only carries 20 pounds of weight. If you think it's not enough, you can add more."

"How heavy can this vest be at most?"

Fujino asked, covering his head.

Is it the heaviest?

The boss frowned, clearly stumped by the question.

After all, no one had ever complained that this thing wasn't heavy enough before.

He paused for a moment, then began to calculate. "A standard load is two pounds. There are ten loads installed on this body. If they are fully loaded, it will weigh about eighty pounds. If the forearms are also loaded, the limit is one hundred pounds."

He looked up at Fujino and continued, "But young man, with your build, I think you should only need about ten or twenty pounds."

"My small frame?"

Fujino glanced down at his body, then looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Increase it to one hundred pounds."

"You said it yourself."

The boss shook his head, clearly not believing that Fujino could move while wearing a hundred pounds of weight.

Well, since we're making money anyway, it's good to let the other party suffer a bit.

Soon, he divided into two groups, panting, and took out many weight blocks from the warehouse and packed them into the Weight Suit.

Fujino immediately changed into a 100-pound weight.

In an instant, a pressure came from all over his body, making Fujino feel a little uncomfortable.

"Young man, don't push yourself too hard."

The boss panicked when he saw Fujino immediately put on the weights.

This could potentially crush someone to death.

"Fine."

Fujino stood up, took a deep breath, and adjusted his posture.

He then leaped up, landing firmly on both feet.

Sports store owner. "..."

Fujino: "How much?"

"A total of 50,000 yen."

Fujino handed 50,000 yen to the shopkeeper and received 5,500 yen in change.

Then, under the shop owner's horrified gaze, he left the store and slowly walked towards his car.

"Fujino- Senior?"

Just then, a familiar sound came from behind.

"Ran?"

Fujino turned his head and saw Ran.

At that moment, Ran, wearing an orange vest, a brown skirt, and the white jacket she had seen in Osaka before, was waving at him.

Beside her were Conan and Mori Kogoro.

Okay...

Even if you just grab a bulletproof vest and some weights when you go out, you're still bound to run into the Mikasa Yama trio.

It seems he had an even better weekend.

After a brief greeting, Fujino learned the purpose of the three living devils' trip.

He originally came to the bank to deposit money, but Uncle Mori suddenly recalled the days when he worked as a tutor for three consecutive years.

Then these three people decided to cause trouble...

No, I'm going to visit that former student.

In short, it's a video titled "[The Home Tutor and Female Student's Old Warmth - avi]".

Ran asked Fujino, "By the way Fujino- Senior, are you here to deposit money too?"

"No, that's not it."

Fujino smiled and said, "I just went to the Metropolitan Police Department to pick up the bulletproof vest I asked for a few days ago, and bought a weight bag while I was at it. I was just about to go home when I ran into you guys."

After a pause, he suggested, "By the way, since I don't have anything else to do, how about we take you there?"

"This won't be troublesome..."

Before Ran could even get a chance, Mori Kogoro readily interrupted him, saying, "In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Fujino- kun!"

"Dad..."

Ran's face twitched slightly, and in the end, she could only politely bow slightly to Fujino: "Thank you for your trouble, Fujino- Senior."

As for why Fujino wanted to see them off...

It wasn't out of any good intentions.

I just wanted to see if I could come across a murder case and trigger System Task.

After all, the Mikasa Trio travel together, and if they don't commit some kind of murder, it would be a disservice to their title of "Mikasa Living Yama".

On the Ford Taurus.

"I really miss those days!"

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, Mori Kogoro couldn't help but sigh, "Even though we're all in Beika City, you can't really tell how much has changed unless you come here regularly."

"Speaking of which, Dad."

Ran, sitting in the back row, asked suspiciously, "Have you really not seen your student since then?"

At the same time, she glanced at Mori Kogoro with a gloomy look, inwardly sweating for her mother.

"Yes, her name is Megumi, and her father is a lawyer."

Mori Kogoro paused, then said nostalgically, "I still remember that after every tutoring session, he would treat me to a big glass of ice-cold beer at his house."

Conan was speechless upon hearing this.

That's why you taught there for three years...

"Beep beep!"

Suddenly, Fujino slammed on the brakes, followed by a honking sound from in front of the car.

Mori Kogoro bumped into Fujino's table and chair, looked up, rubbed his slightly bruised forehead, and asked Fujino, "Fujino, why did you brake so suddenly?"

"There was a red car ahead. That guy was driving really fast. If I hadn't reacted in time, we would have crashed into each other."

As he spoke, Fujino turned his gaze to the red car blocking the way in front of the Ford Taurus.

The driver was a square-faced man with messy hair wearing sunglasses. The license plate number was [Shinjuku·230·?·13-1].

"How can it be repaired!"

Mori Kogoro was immediately annoyed. He rolled down his car window and yelled at the red car in front of him, "You bastard, are you looking for death? How dare you drive so fast in this alley..."

"Boom!"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud explosion was heard not far away.

The man wearing sunglasses in the red car opposite looked behind him upon hearing the sound, stopped honking, and began to reverse.

"What on earth happened?"

Mori Kogoro was completely dumbfounded.

Conan, standing to the side, said with a grim face, "That sound just now was an explosion."

"Explode?!"

Mori Kogoro was stunned. He looked up at the distance and exclaimed, "Could it be Megumi's house?!"

Fujino: "..."

How exactly did Uncle Mori determine that the explosion occurred at his student's house?

"We'll know once we get there."

Fujino stepped on the gas and sped off in the direction of the explosion.

It has to be said that he made the right decision to come along this time.

I rarely encounter murder cases when I go out.

As soon as I went out with these three people, an explosion occurred.

As expected of Conan!

Soon, the group arrived at the scene of the crime, following the sound of the explosion.

Fujino stopped the Ford Taurus and opened the car door.

In front of me, at the entrance of the garage of a two-story building, a car was engulfed in flames.

Under a utility pole across Yanglou Road, a woman was clutching her arm, staring blankly at the burning car on the other side.

"Megumi!"

Uncle Mori immediately rushed towards the woman.

"Mr. Mori!"

The woman shouted, "My sister is still in the car!"

"It really is?"

Fujino paused for a moment, then looked at Mori Kogoro.

Uncle Mori's prediction is really something else...

If someone says their student is in trouble, then their student really is in trouble.

Coming to his senses, Fujino looked at the fire extinguisher box on the utility pole not far away.

He then rushed forward, took out the fire extinguisher, turned on the nozzle, and put out the flames on the burning vehicle.

When the fire extinguisher ran out of fuel, he tossed it aside and walked toward the car, which was burned down to its frame.

Looking towards the driver's cab, one could see a freshly burned corpse sitting inside, still emitting wisps of white smoke...