Doesn't Feel Like an Act

"No, what am I supposed to do there?"

Hattori Heiji was clearly puzzled by Fujino's decision to ask him to go in together.

After all, what would he be doing going in there if he was putting medicine on Conan's butt?

He had no desire to see Conan's butt.

"Give me a hand."

Fujino looked at Hattori Heiji: "Didn't I just say that?"

"Is it really just to lend a hand?"

Hattori Heiji expressed doubt about Fujino's words.

It's not that Fujino did anything inhuman, but it's just that, in his memory, he didn't seem to have done anything human.

Inside the hospital room, Conan lay listlessly on the bed, a blush creeping onto his face. His pants were pulled down again, revealing his amputated penis.

However, the agreement had now turned bright red, even tinged with a hint of purple.

It was as if blood would spill out at any moment.

"That guy really hit hard..."

Hattori Heiji looked Conan's buttocks over and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Even he felt a slight pain in his butt after being beaten like that.

"Next comes applying the medicine..."

Fujino unscrewed the jar of Vaseline.

Generally speaking, severe injuries like this require the use of skin wound medication.

However, it seems that there is no medicine for internal injuries on this small island.

So I had to make do with Vaseline for now.

In other words, there's something wrong with the appearance of Vaseline.

It has a kind of buttery, buttery feel to it.

Shaking his head, Fujino didn't think too much about it. He turned around and handed the jar to Hattori Heiji, saying, "Heiji, I'll have to trouble you to lend a hand from now on!"

"Hey, didn't you just say you'd lend a hand?"

Hattori Heiji, and after a brief silence, he quickly retorted, "Why do I have to apply the medicine now... Wouldn't you be more suitable, being the more professional one?"

"I'm not good with my hands, you're more suitable to do it."

Fujino wore a serious expression, as if he had entrusted this kid's life and fortune to you.

He didn't actually tell Hattori Heiji to apply the medicine; he just said he'd lend a hand.

But there's no conflict between lending a hand and applying medicine.

Just say whether you can lend a hand and that's it.

Fujino naturally wouldn't apply medicine to Conan, since he was the one who hit him, so why would he apply medicine after hitting him?

Moreover, psychologically speaking, he couldn't do such a thing.

A few minutes later, Conan walked out of the ward with a look of utter despair.

Hattori Heiji, following behind, also looked utterly hopeless, as if he had just experienced the most terrifying thing in his life.

Fujino, on the other hand, remained calm, a stark contrast to the two others.

Shimura Yuichi approached, followed by two police officers, who appeared to have called for backup.

Their purpose in coming was nothing more than to bring back the two suspects who had already been identified.

There is no patrol station, or police station, on the island.

It is in accordance with procedure for confirmed suspects to be taken directly back for questioning.

Of course, as a witness, Shimabukuro Kimie also needs to go back to give a statement.

As for the group of witnesses, they naturally had to do the same.

The group's movements were kept secret; they came quietly and left quietly.

Before leaving, Shimabukuro Kimie went home, dragged out a suitcase, and boarded the police boat with everyone else.

The sea around the outlying island was calm, with occasional sea breezes carrying a salty, fishy smell in the air.

On the deck of the patrol boat, Shimabukuro Kimie gazed at the island gradually receding into the distance, clutching her suitcase, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

Ran asked curiously, "Miss Junhui, are you... leaving here?"

"I'm planning to go on a trip for a while..."

Shimabukuro Kimie. "I might have brought too much luggage, but I'll still come back."

Fujino glanced at the suitcase and, seeing that she was clearly about to move, immediately realized that she wanted to leave the island.

"But that's not surprising."

Toyama Kazuha could understand Shimabukuro Kimie: "After all, she's been pretending to be Life Lord on the island for so long, it's normal for her to bring back a lot of things when she goes on a trip."

Shimabukuro Kimie definitely wanted to leave the island.

For the past three years, she has devoted all her time to impersonating the Life Lord.

When she returned to the island a few days ago, she vaguely felt that she had become somewhat disconnected from society.

Now that her identity has been exposed, there is no longer any need for her to continue protecting the well-known heritage on the island.

In recent years, she has seen many interesting places on TV and in newspapers.

Perfect timing! Taking advantage of this opportunity, she decided to go out and have a look around.

Freed from the constraints of the island, she felt completely relaxed and carefree.

"But I really didn't expect that those two girls would be the murderers."

Mori Kogoro, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced at the two women lying on the deck stretcher behind him. "To set fires and kill people after drinking in order to verify whether Life Lord is immortal is really going too far."

"That's right."

Ran, standing to the side, was indignant. As a half-single-parent girl herself, she could understand how much Shimabukuro Kimie was suffering.

But then she turned her attention to Mori Kogoro: "Dad, you should drink less alcohol in the future, or you'll be in trouble if you do something stupid!"

"I would never act crazy when I'm drunk!"

Mori Kogoro was a little unhappy and pouted.

"Every time we drink at an izakaya, isn't it Ran who cleans up the mess afterward...?"

Conan followed behind, silently making sarcastic remarks from the very back.

"You brat!"

Mori Kogoro heard Conan's whisper and was immediately displeased. Considering that the other was already injured, he didn't give him a good whack on the head, but instead teased him, "You've been spanked so many times and you're still not behaving."

"Hmm..."

Conan's face immediately froze.

Even now, the memory of being dragged up and spanked still lingers in his mind.

"Was that a bit too harsh?"

Fujino glanced at Conan, whose body was tense and whose forehead was faintly covered with sweat, and narrowed his eyes slightly. "You've been traumatized by the beating, haven't you?"

However, compared to the psychological trauma, Conan is more concerned about the identity of the Xiao Hei and when he can catch him.

There were three perpetrators in this crime, two of whom have been caught, but the remaining one is still at large.

Based on my thoughts, the first person to entrust the Kadowaki Saori Fujino Hattori Heiji, Kagawa Saori, must still be in Xiao Hei's hands.

As for whether they are still alive, that's uncertain.

But worrying is useless; he should think about how to sleep in the next few days...

After giving their statements at the police station and leaving, it was already getting dark. Shimabukuro Kimie was the first to separate from the others, who planned to go home the next day. Since it was a day off, they wouldn't miss their regular school day.

That's right, the Conan World is on holiday again.

By the time Fujino, Mori Kogoro, Conan, and Ran returned to Tokyo, it was already the next day.

After returning to Tokyo, Fujino went home, put down the souvenirs he had bought in Fukui, and then hurriedly went to the abandoned building he had visited before.

We arrived at the rooftop of the unfinished building.

As soon as you look, Kadowaki Saori is still lying in the corner on the roof of the unfinished building, her whole body is tightly bound with red rope, unable to break free, and her mouth is also sealed.

At this moment, her face was pale, and her mental state was very poor, resembling a dying ember in the wind.

Fortunately, he did not die.

Fujino glanced at the object briefly, and seeing that it was not in any danger, he took out Poké Ball from his Pocket Dimension and threw it forward.

"Biu"

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a sound effect, Kadowaki Saori was captured and put into Poké Ball.

"Something feels off."

Fujino stepped forward, picked up the Poké Ball from the ground, and looked somewhat strange.

Although it's nothing special, it's just a simple process of putting people into Poké Ball.

But why does he always have the illusion that he has tamed a human pet?

I even have this feeling that the next second I'll hear: [Successfully captured, Kadowaki Saori has become Fujino's pet (fake)]

That evening, Fujino changed into the limited-edition Xiao Hei skin, brought a Poké Ball to the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department, and released Kadowaki Saori at the entrance of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The bag he was carrying also contained evidence of the crime.

After doing all that, Fujino turned and left, not worried that Kadowaki Saori would be picked up because she hadn't been discovered.

After all, this is the main entrance to the Metropolitan Police Department.

If someone else could pick it up while it's still here, then the Japan police would be doomed.

The weekend, two days later.

The time has finally come for school to start again, and we're finally back to our daily routine.

As winter gradually arrives, the cold wind blows through the streets, making them feel particularly desolate.

Fujino parked the car on the side of the road, got out, and bought a newspaper.

The newspaper content was fairly standard, with murder and assault cases each accounting for about half, and the rest being various tabloid news.

However, what caught Fujino's attention was a less obvious piece of news. "[Together we calculate, we surpass; Tokiwa Company will hold an opening ceremony for its soon-to-be-completed Nishitama City Skyscraper ... At that time, Tokiwa Mio, the young and beautiful owner of the Tokiwa Club, will attend the event...]"

"Nishitama City Skyscraper..."

Fujino glanced at the news report, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He remembered that this was the plot of the movie "Countdown to Heaven".

Has the timeline reached this point now?

If that's the case, I'll be meeting Gin, the hardest-working member of the Alcohol Company, again soon.

"Ah~ Gin."

Fujino smiled slightly and shoved the newspaper into his pocket.

I'm already looking forward to meeting the model workers again.

Turning around and looking up, I immediately saw an old acquaintance.

She was a hot young woman with long blonde hair, wearing a very short red dress, sunglasses, red frayed boots, and a brown frayed coat, even in winter.

At first glance, they were indeed strangers.

But Fujino, with his keen observation skills, saw through the woman's true identity at a glance.

It's Sato Miwako!

"Is this another case of entrapment?"

Fujino stared speechlessly at Sato, who was walking towards them from a distance. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed rather exasperated.

These people from the Metropolitan Police Department are going a bit too far. Why are they using entrapment tactics every day?

Sato Miwako is becoming a model fisherwoman...

"Forehead?"

Sato Miwako also noticed Fujino.

She paused slightly, but her expression remained unchanged.

Please don't recognize me!

Although she is currently pretending to be fishing, she is strictly speaking carrying out official duties.

But it would be quite embarrassing if a younger person discovered that you were dressed like a sexy girl and wandering around the streets on the weekend.

At least she felt quite embarrassed.

She took a deep breath, intending to walk over quietly.

Finally, Fujino greeted him with a call, "Sato?"

Sato Miwako: "..."

Was she still recognized?

"Ah, Fujino."

Sato Miwako turned her head stiffly. "What are you doing here?"

"I came here to buy a newspaper... but Sato, shouldn't I be the one asking that?"

Fujino patted the newspaper in his pocket, then looked at Sato Miwako suspiciously. "What's this... you wouldn't happen to be..."

"Ahem, don't misunderstand!"

Feeling flustered by Fujino's suspicious gaze, Sato Miwako quickly whispered, "I'm attracting criminals... There's been a serial attacker targeting fashionable girls around here lately, but there's no pattern to it, so I dressed up like this to keep watch..."

"So that's how it is."

Fujino immediately got into character. "Your dress is really nice today, Mi-wako."

"Forehead..."

Sato Miwako was slightly taken aback, clearly not having reacted yet.

But she quickly realized what she meant and replied with a smile like a hot girl, "Yeah, it's so fashionable it's unbelievable, isn't it?"

It doesn't seem like an act.

Give her a chance by chance, and who knows, she might actually become a hot girl.

Fujino's expression remained unchanged, but he muttered to himself.

"In that case, let's go sit in that coffee shop over there."

At that moment, Sato Miwako suddenly reached out and grabbed Fujino's arm, pulling him to a nearby coffee shop in a rather unobtrusive way.

A few minutes later, in a coffee shop on the street corner.

Fujino was pulled by Sato Miwako to a window seat on the street corner.

"Sato, what brings you to Fujino?"

Juzo Megure sat opposite her, looking at Sato Miwako with a somewhat helpless expression. "And the disguise was actually seen through."

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Sato Miwako, "I was seen through after just one glance. Is my disguise really that bad?"

"No, no, Officer Sato's disguise is indeed very impressive."

Sitting next to Juzo Megure, Takagi glanced at Fujino with surprise, but seemed to think it was normal, "But no matter how you look at it, it's Fujino's observation skills that are too sharp."

"By the way, Fujino, how exactly did you see through her disguise?"

Juzo Megure asked Fujino with some curiosity.

In his view, Sato Miwako's disguise, while not perfect, was at least 90% convincing.

Of course, he also knew that Fujino's perception was too sharp.

But we should always ask where the problem lies.

After all, if there really is a problem with the disguise, it's much better to fix it now than to be exposed later and then have to offer hindsight advice.