Can You Summon Shenron?

The sky was overcast, and rain was faintly visible.

Kazeo Kyosuke was beaten black and blue, was taken away by the police.

This case has now come to an end.

Although two police officers were killed, the police force's reputation was tarnished.

However, the case was solved in just two or three days, which served to make amends and silence the media.

The top brass of the National Police Agency were very satisfied with this, and a press conference was held at the Metropolitan Police Department the next day.

As the key figure in solving this case, Fujino was naturally invited to speak on stage.

This fully demonstrates the importance of police-community cooperation...

Emerging from the Metropolitan Police Department's press conference.

"As expected, these Letter of Appreciation were all custom-made by the same manufacturer, weren't they?"

Fujino stared at the exquisite Letter of Appreciation in his hand, speechless for a moment.

The gold-plated copper border and the identical writing format.

It cannot be said to be exactly the same as the previous Letter of Appreciation.

They're basically cut from the same mold.

Fujino didn't quite understand why these people kept sending out Letter of Appreciation.

Does collecting Letter of Appreciation from seven counties really summon a dragon?

Fujino wasn't particularly interested in the Letter of Appreciation.

Fortunately, in addition to the Letter of Appreciation, the high-ranking officials of the Metropolitan Police Department also gave him a bonus for assisting in the search.

It amounted to a full one million yen.

Although this amount of money is not much, it is still a small perk.

Adding the previous four million, rounding it up, it's exactly five million.

Although money is very useful, it is still secondary.

Most importantly, through this case, he became a familiar face within the Metropolitan Police Department.

After hanging out with Odagiri Toshiro for a while, we became acquainted. I also proved my abilities to Superintendent General Hakuba.

If I need the Criminal Investigation Department's help next time, I can just mention it, and they should agree within acceptable limits.

Thinking it over, Fujino made his way to the parking lot.

He glanced around, and seeing that no one was around, he put the Letter of Appreciation into his Pocket Dimension, and then planned to drive home.

Just as he was about to get into the car, a phone rang, interrupting him.

Fujino took out his phone and looked at it, his face immediately stiffening.

The contact name displayed on the phone screen was none other than Miss Momiji, who frequently contributed quick money.

Looking at the note for "Ooka Momiji" in front of him, Fujino felt a mix of emotions.

Although he was somewhat looking forward to receiving a large sum of commission, he also felt it was a bit of a hassle.

It's not that I dislike the other person, but I just feel a little lost.

As a normal person, he always felt a little uncomfortable being showered with money by a rich woman.

It's not that others haven't given him money.

But all of that was done with a purpose, but what she did...

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Even though I know the other party's purpose in spending money is to seduce me.

But the pure and innocent Fujino really didn't know how to respond.

I still feel a little guilty for getting so much commission for free.

If it were a normal person, they would have been unable to repay the kindness of their benefactor by now, and would have been forced to give themselves to him, falling into his trap. By now, their child would be calling them "Dad."

But Fujino is not a normal person.

As a time traveler, and one who can 'foresee the future', Fujino is unsure of where he places himself or the other party.

Whether it's Shiho Miyano, Ooka Momiji, or anyone else... it's all the same.

He already knew everything about the other person before even getting to know them.

Once you know the other person's value and what you can get in return, even simple interactions become distorted.

Thinking of this, Fujino couldn't help but sigh.

I pinched my philtrum and felt a headache coming on.

In his view, this kind of relationship always felt somewhat utilitarian.

Whether it's the binding promise, the allure of a sugar daddy, or the friendship between classmates...

He could never tell whether he was using someone or genuinely giving his all.

If it's simply about using the other person, then emotions filled with utilitarianism are more like torture.

Fujino is a serious person; he yearns for beauty, but he can't understand himself...

Anxious about gains and losses.

This is how Fujino himself would rate himself.

Fujino sighed softly.

These are things we shouldn't think about too deeply.

If you get stuck on a problem you can't figure out, you'll get stuck in a rut and eventually break down.

After calming myself down, I answered the phone.

"Fujino- kun!"

On the other end of the phone came Ooka Momiji's voice, tinged with a hint of pride. "I've already seen the reception. Your performance was excellent once again. As expected of me..."

"Ahem..."

Fujino abruptly interrupted the spellcasting, "You mean, you've already seen the reception just now?"

"Um."

Ooka Momiji, sitting opposite, nodded.

Fujino: "..."

He remembered that his attendance at the reception was only confirmed last night.

Prior to this, no one except those within the Metropolitan Police Department knew about it.

But this woman went to stake out the TV this morning.

"This intelligence gathering speed is quite fast."

Fujino was certain that there were no problems on his side.

After all, neither phone tapping nor stalking is effective against him, who has cheat codes.

"Then the problem must lie in..."

"Could there be a wealthy woman as a mole within the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Thinking of this, Fujino felt a chill run down his spine.

This rich woman is a bit scary.

No wonder they are true-blue Japan aristocrats.

Pulling herself back to reality, Fujino realized that Ooka Momiji's call to him couldn't be that simple...

After exchanging pleasantries, Ooka Momiji finally got to the point. "Do you have time to come with me to a wedding this weekend?"

"Wedding?"

Fujino frowned.

"That's right."

After thinking for a moment, Ooka Momiji said, "It's the wedding of a friend of mine named Wakaba."

"Your friend must only be seventeen or eighteen years old, right?"

Fujino seemed a little hesitant. "You're getting married already?"

While it's true that people can get married at seventeen or eighteen, it's not common. In most cases, families arrange marriages when children are young.

"Actually, normally she wouldn't get married this early..."

Ooka Momiji sighed, "Wakaba is my classmate, and normally I would say she's my friend."

"Not long ago, someone took a photo of her leaving a hotel and reported her for having a teacher-student relationship with one of our school's teachers, and she was subsequently expelled from school."

"Although I used some tricks to reverse her expulsion, the matter still alarmed her family."

Fujino: "..."

Are you sure your little trick is really that little?

Even being expelled from school can be refuted...

After a moment of silence, Fujino asked curiously, "Could you elaborate on that little trick you mentioned?"

"There's nothing much to say..."

Ooka Momiji said calmly, "I just had Iori do some research on the principal and the head of the parents' committee who were also demanding Wakaba's expulsion. The result was that they found out there was something going on between them."

Fujino was speechless again. "..."

So, you're a noble lady, but you're playing the detective game?

Why do I feel like I'm seeing those images?

Yes, he could already imagine Iori Muga hiding next to the hotel, frantically taking pictures with a small camera, just like he used to do.

However, this is quite reasonable.

Although Ooka Momiji is very powerful, that is only her power.

If it's just about dealing with someone who's practically a friend, dropping out of school wouldn't warrant such a big fuss.

It would be quicker and more appropriate to have Iori Muga investigate the affair.

"But then again, what does her marriage have to do with this matter alarming her family?"

Fujino, with a gossipy attitude, speculated, "Could she have someone she was betrothed to when she was a child?"

"Wakaba did indeed have a childhood fiancé."

Ooka Momiji was taken aback for a moment, but after considering Fujino's identity as a detective, she secretly admired her man for guessing so accurately. She continued, "After this matter alarmed her family, they decided to stop Wakaba from continuing her studies and make her go back to marry her fiancé..."

"So that's how it is."

Upon hearing this, Fujino understood what was going on.

In other words, the girl named Wakaba was caught having a teacher-student relationship and was ordered to withdraw from school, although she was eventually exempted from the withdrawal punishment thanks to the help of Ooka Momiji.

However, her family couldn't sit still after learning about this, and they called her back to her hometown to marry her former fiancé...

The engaged guy is definitely the one who's going to take the fall.

"Just yesterday, she sent me a wedding invitation, inviting me to her wedding."

Ooka Momiji hesitated for a moment. "But her hometown is in a village called Rokkaku Village in Aomori. My grandfather is worried that it won't be safe for me to go there alone, so I was thinking of asking you to come with me."

"So this time, is it a protection request?"

Fujino gathered his thoughts and then voiced the question that had been bothering him, "If it were for a wedding or something, you wouldn't have directly entrusted me with it... Hasn't Iori been your bodyguard all along?"

"Well, Iori's been busy lately..."

Ooka Momiji paused for a moment and then continued, "How about two million yen for this commission?"

"Yes, let me know the night before the wedding."

"I will go to Kyoto myself."

Two days later, on Saturday, the day before Wakaba's wedding.

Lush trees lined both sides of the jungle, and bright sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows.

A small sporty Jeep is driving on a country dirt road leading to Rokkaku Village in Aomori Prefecture.

Fujino, Ai Haibara, Ooka Momiji and her group sat in the back seat, driven by the teacher named Odagiri Susumu who had a teacher-student relationship with Wakaba.

However, the name sounded somewhat familiar to him.

This guy... could he be related to Odagiri Toshiro?

Ai Haibara came over, of course, to stop the bad woman from seducing her son, Fujino, as usual.

Fujino saw through it but didn't say anything, and took advantage of the situation to bring him back, which also served as a cover.

As for why Odagiri Susumu came, the explanation is actually quite complicated.

In short, he wanted to go to Rokkaku Village to see Wakaba.

As for the purpose, it's probably something like the boyfriend wanting to see his girlfriend one last time before her wedding.

According to him, although he couldn't stop the other person from getting married, he still wanted to see them one last time.

Fujino just felt that this guy was being a bit of a jerk.

If you like it, why not just keep it?

They insist on going there the day before the wedding to stage a wedding-crashing incident or something.

"Isn't this road in terrible condition?"

Ai Haibara sat on Fujino's left lap, her face flushed, and complained softly, "Could it be that we took the wrong turn?"

The road to Rokkaku Village was very bumpy, comparable to the dirt road that Mori Kogoro had taken the wrong turn on last time.

At this moment, Ai Haibara is wearing a pair of khaki shorts, the slightly tight design of which accentuates her slender leg lines. She is paired with a white shirt on her upper body, giving her a mature and cute look.

Her small stature meant she couldn't withstand the impact of the car's bumps.

Every time they passed a rough road, their little bodies would be bounced up and down repeatedly, their little heads and bottoms getting sore from the falls.

Fujino had no choice but to lift her onto his lap to prevent her from hitting her head if she suddenly flew out of the air.

"The address Wakaba gave us is this road, it shouldn't be wrong..."

Meanwhile, Ooka Momiji sat on the right, her left arm wrapped around Fujino's chest, while her right hand examined the map on the invitation.

At this moment, Ooka Momiji was wearing a white sleeveless top and black trousers, which accentuated her figure and gave her a composed yet slightly intellectual air.

Despite her best efforts to maintain her posture, the dirt road, which could make one feel like they were flying, made her involuntarily lean half of her weight on Fujino, trying to find a sense of stability... She didn't know if it was intentional or accidental.

Hearing the Ai Haibara, Ai Haibara turned to face Ooka Momiji, her gaze lingering on the hollow of Fujino's chest where his arm had sunk, her eyes widening in surprise: "Stare—"

Although she thought she was already quite well-endowed.

But at the hot spring hotel last time... I felt that, visually, it was even bigger than her...

Judging by appearance, is it C... D?

They're all floating!

What did this woman eat to grow up like this?

Also, why are you so calm when making such a move? Why do you seem to take it for granted?

"Um?"

At this moment, Ooka Momiji also noticed Ai Haibara's gaze.

However, she didn't think too much about it.

I just feel like this child is weird...

In her eyes, Ai was just a little sister.

Not to mention sitting on someone's lap, even sleeping in the same bed would be no problem.

They pose no threat to her whatsoever.

Thinking of this, she smiled gently at Ai Haibara.

Ai Haibara: "...?"

Is she mocking me?

Ai Haibara looked at her chest. "..."

She used to be quite well-endowed.

This is really interesting...

Fujino, caught in the middle, was unaware of this undercurrent.

He was wearing his usual black suit, his eyes lifeless, sitting upright and not daring to move.

As the journey progressed, Ai Haibara was occasionally bounced up and then landed on his thigh. It didn't hurt; instead, it felt like a massage.

Ooka Momiji leaned close to her side and pulled her arm into her embrace...

Being attacked from both sides, this is going to be a bit difficult for Fujino.

If I had to describe our current situation in one word, it would be "sharing weal and woe!"