Gluttons? I Can Curse, But You Can't

Shirakawa didn't give Juzo Megure a chance to speak, pointing his finger at him and shouting, "Why don't you hurry up and catch that guy? If you caught Tae, she wouldn't have died. The Japan police are a bunch of useless idiots!"

"Alright, Ji Zhi, stop talking..."

A woman in a purple suit with a short brown ponytail stood to the side, remaining relatively rational. She held onto the agitated Shirakawa Noriyuki, trying her best to prevent him from doing anything rash.

"A bunch of useless... good-for-nothings..."

Upon hearing this, Juzo Megure froze on the spot.

These words caused his memories to flood back.

It felt like going back to a very, very long time ago...

Fujino noticed Juzo Megure's unusual behavior and went over to support him by the shoulder.

If he remembers correctly, it seems that Megure's Old Sister-in-law said something similar back then.

Then he was hit and seriously injured by the murderer.

It seems that Megure developed a psychological block from that impact.

"Brother Fujino."

Juzo Megure recovered, he turned to look at Fujino, his face much paler, and he even looked pitiful and aggrieved.

"Leave this to me."

Fujino took a deep breath and turned to look at Shirakawa, who was still cursing beside him. "I said, didn't you just say that the police are a bunch of good-for-nothings?"

Fujino felt that the title "glutton" was quite appropriate.

However, he still maintains the attitude that "I can criticize, but others can't!" regarding this title.

After all, he is now considered a member of the police force.

Calling the police "good-for-nothings" is indirectly saying that they are good-for-nothings themselves, isn't it?

"He's a complete idiot!"

Shirakawa was clearly still somewhat unconvinced, mistaking Fujino for a criminal police officer. "It was you guys who killed Tae! If you're not idiots, then what are you idiots!"

"Perfect, I'm also a police officer. Go ahead and say something else, won't you?"

Fujino narrowed his eyes, his face darkening, and his aura surged, causing the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees. "There are more than a dozen murders every day in Tokyo. If you think the police are all useless, then you do it."

"I..."

Shirakawa felt a chill run down his spine under Fujino's gaze and stammered, unable to utter a word.

After a moment, he said somewhat guiltily, "What kind of attitude is this? I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

"If you don't have the ability, then shut up here. No one will think you're mute if you don't speak. I'm Fujino Doji, a detective, and part-time Criminal Consultant for the Metropolitan Police Department's Criminal Investigation Department. If you want to complain, then complain. I'll just quit!"

Fujino turned around and returned to the police cordon. Without looking back, he continued impatiently, "If you can't find the culprit, don't just whine and blame everything on the police. If you can't catch the culprit, get out of here and stop interfering with the investigation. If you dare to make a sound here again, I'll take you back for obstructing official business!"

"..."

Everyone present was shocked upon hearing this.

They all stared wide-eyed at Fujino, who had returned to the cordon.

It was obvious that he was frightened by how Fujino had confronted the crowd so directly.

After all, people in all police departments in Japan are not very willing to get into conflicts with the public.

Don't even think about engaging in a direct confrontation.

Every complaint is met with a reprimand; the consequences range from a minor fine to a demerit.

"Brother Megure."

Fujino asked Juzo Megure, "Can we continue our investigation now?"

"Oh oh!"

Once he regained his composure, Juzo Megure instructed the police officers at the scene to continue their investigation.

"That guy was completely speechless after being roasted..."

Sonoko leaned closer, glanced at Shirakawa who dared not say anything more outside the police line, and looked excited. She then turned to Ran and asked, "Am I right, Ran?"

"Um..."

Ran nodded, then suddenly remembered something and chimed in, "It has a kind of Teacher Hiratsuka feel to it, very imposing."

"This guy seems to be even scarier when he gets angry than when he's just messing around."

Conan swallowed hard, secretly thinking to himself that Ran's feeling was quite accurate.

It can't be said to be exactly the same, but it's definitely worthy of being taught by the same teacher.

Could Ran's violent personality be a result of that woman?

"Fujino, aren't you afraid that guy will complain about you?"

At that moment, Sato Miwako came over and whispered a reminder: "If this really escalates to the Metropolitan Police Department, you'll probably be punished, or even dismissed."

"It's just Criminal Consultant."

Fujino didn't care at all. "Let him complain. I'll just quit. Policemen don't make much money, not even as much as detectives."

"Ha ha..."

Sato Miwako smiled silently.

So it really is true that not doing your main job makes life much easier.

She would never do such a thing...

It wasn't just to carry on her father's will, but also because of her own desires.

Another advantage is that this job allows for hands-on work and avoids the risk of earning a living off the dirt...

With a soft sigh, Sato Miwako out of her thoughts, then felt a secret sense of satisfaction and said cheerfully, "But Fujino, you really gave us a good talking-to today. We usually don't dare to talk back."

Juzo Megure to the side, nodded, somewhat moved.

It feels so good to have my younger brother stand up for me.

Takagi couldn't help but nod.

This guy Fujino...

They really did something they wouldn't normally dare to do.

"The victim's name was Aizawa Tae, and she was twenty years old."

Takagi quickly identified the deceased and began to explain, "I heard that she was working here about a year ago, but she was fired for some reason and hasn't found a new job yet."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Shirakawa behind him. "The reason she appeared here is that she had arranged to meet Mr. Shirakawa in the parking lot. Mr. Shirakawa's father is the owner of this department store. Their original plan was to dine at the restaurant owned by Mr. Shirakawa, but this happened instead."

"In other words..."

Sato Miwako left off and summarized, "In other words, the deceased got out of the car that arrived and was heading to the agreed-upon restaurant when the murderer killed him."

"It seems this is the primary crime scene."

Juzo Megure rallied, analyzed the situation, and turned to look at Shirakawa beside him, noticing the woman who had grabbed him earlier. "By the way, Takagi, who is that woman?"

"That's a waitress at the restaurant that Mr. Shirakawa runs. Her name is Kono Yuri."

Investigator Takagi glanced at the police handbook. "She said the deceased's boyfriend was her college classmate, and they had a fairly good relationship, often discussing things together."

"To discuss something?" Sato Miwako noticed the key point.

"That's right, Mr. Shirakawa's father doesn't seem to be very welcoming to the victims."

Takagi thought for a moment and nodded in agreement, "It even strained the relationship. Usually, Mr. Shirakawa discusses these matters with Ms. Konno."